<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899</id><updated>2010-01-07T23:14:25.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green-Eyed Momster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-3814759126981160568</id><published>2010-01-07T15:37:00.062-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:29:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Funny...</title><content type='html'>At least I think so! So, for those of you who don't remember when I hit the cyclist with my car, that post is &lt;a href="http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant-and-rave-wednesday_17.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So, today I was at the exact same spot and I was joking with Oldest Daughter that I should look both ways to prevent hitting another cyclist and one was coming up the hill. We were laughing hysterically and we waved at him and he waved back as he passed safely in front of my car! It wasn't the same guy and this guy was wearing a helmet so he was a bit more protected than the other guy was. He probably wonders why we were laughing so hard. If he only knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find the time to catch up on all of your posts. I had a bunch of running around to do since I've been pretty busy lately. All I want to do is read blogs and catch up but, with only 3 days off a week, I'm trying to fit tons of stuff into those 3 days. Tomorrow, I'm taking my girls to the library! I always look forward to taking them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Little Ms Blogger's post this morning and I had to have a Subway club sandwich for lunch today. They are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I haven't figured out where to go tomorrow night but I'm going to suggest either Taco Bell or Subway for dinner!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that exactly a week after I did my Christmas Forgiveness post on December 23rd, that I was working at my dream job. Does anyone else think that's weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for those cyclists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-3814759126981160568?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3814759126981160568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=3814759126981160568&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3814759126981160568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3814759126981160568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-funny.html' title='This Is Funny...'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-160710890197607501</id><published>2009-11-17T18:46:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:27:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Rant and Rave Wednesday Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Ms Blogger.&lt;/a&gt; You should check out her blog and follow her if you're not already.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry for posting it on a Tuesday night, Little Ms Blogger, I have a job interview at 10 am.tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s1600-h/cupcake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394469817973680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s320/cupcake.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Thanksgiving is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;We don't have any family to stress about or travelling to do to see family for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;That Rave above is bittersweet and a bit sad, but I don't like the majority of our extended family or holiday stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Clipping coupons and shopping at Walmart to save money. Ugh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Youngest Daughter wrote the lyrics to another one of her songs. She is so smart and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;I love cutting all of our kid's hair. I take great pride in being their hairdresser and helping them look their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;I receive the most clever and genius comments. I thank you all very much for making me think, laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;I hit a guy on his bike with my car on Tuesday and he was really cool about it. I think I was more shaken up than he was. In fact, I know I was more shaken up about it than he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;The guy was not hurt and he was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Tuesday really &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Thanksgiving is next week, people! How did that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-160710890197607501?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/160710890197607501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=160710890197607501&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/160710890197607501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/160710890197607501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant-and-rave-wednesday_17.html' title='Rant and Rave Wednesday'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s72-c/cupcake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-1746957012821100115</id><published>2009-11-17T08:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:43:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SwHcQwtaFJI/AAAAAAAAB9I/PSTsjZG6XlA/s1600/Sarcasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SwHcQwtaFJI/AAAAAAAAB9I/PSTsjZG6XlA/s400/Sarcasm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404843208332678290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save money today so guess where I get to go?  I haven't stepped foot in a Walmart since my last encounter of the strange kind last time.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0M5M7de75k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0M5M7de75k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save money...Live better  Walmart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-1746957012821100115?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1746957012821100115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=1746957012821100115&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1746957012821100115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1746957012821100115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lucky-day.html' title='My Lucky Day'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SwHcQwtaFJI/AAAAAAAAB9I/PSTsjZG6XlA/s72-c/Sarcasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-3001669494956259954</id><published>2010-01-05T19:57:00.079-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:52:47.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Rant and Rave Wednesday Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Ms Blogger.&lt;/a&gt; You should check out her blog and follow her if you're not already because she is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s1600-h/cupcake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394469817973680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s320/cupcake.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done one of these in a couple of weeks. I got tired of just ranting but my life is full of ups and downs. I'm sorry for posting this on Tuesday night, Little Ms Blogger. I'll be busy all day on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are my rants and raves for the week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;My new job. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Why don't most people use their blinkers? It's a super, simple task and it takes all the guess work out of my driving experiences when people &lt;em&gt;USE&lt;/em&gt; them. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;I caught a (hopefully the only) mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;My house is clean for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;We've been watching first season of The Sopranos. The shows are very entertaining and I'm really enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate Candy Cane Kiss Cookies. I LOVE them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Watched the movie Into the Wild and I'm not happy about how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Another one of my neighbor friends just moved to another town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm losing weight, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Hubby and I are celebrating our 19th first date anniversary this Friday. We're going on a date Friday night and I don't care what we do or where we go, we're celebrating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your rants and raves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-3001669494956259954?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3001669494956259954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=3001669494956259954&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3001669494956259954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3001669494956259954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/rant-and-rave-wednesday.html' title='Rant and Rave Wednesday'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s72-c/cupcake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-2586411305275087988</id><published>2009-12-09T09:06:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:57:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Rant and Rave Wednesday Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Ms Blogger.&lt;/a&gt; You should check out her blog and follow her if you're not already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s1600-h/cupcake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394469817973680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s320/cupcake.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Firewood to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;The vacant house that was filled with someone's belongings and vehicles were not ours.  It was a huge house and I don't know what happened to the people who left everything behind but it gave me a weird feeling.  It's like they just vanished into thin air.  I hope I never have to cut my losses and leave a home, vehicles and belongings behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm healthy and so is everyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;2009 is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;SNOW, ICE, MUD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant: &lt;/strong&gt;Driving in snow, ice and mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rave: &lt;/strong&gt;Tiger Woods is not my husband and I've never had sex with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-2586411305275087988?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2586411305275087988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=2586411305275087988&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2586411305275087988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2586411305275087988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/rant-and-rave-wednesday_09.html' title='Rant and Rave Wednesday'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/St0Bt-PjKaI/AAAAAAAAB5w/hjg2Cws08fc/s72-c/cupcake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-6498553257762158240</id><published>2010-01-05T09:02:00.023-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:10:25.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Mickey</title><content type='html'>Granted, I never named the mouse, Mickey, and I'm hoping there was only ONE, but he's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't suck at catching mice anymore!  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Diane but he wasn't welcome in my home since we have to worry about things like the Hantavirus here and other stuff like that. I don't mind if the mice live outside but as soon as they come into our home, they're unwelcome with a capital U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he died happy eating his favorite Dove chocolates with peppermint candy tops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. little mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-6498553257762158240?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6498553257762158240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=6498553257762158240&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/6498553257762158240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/6498553257762158240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-mickey.html' title='R.I.P. Mickey'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-1001473540074631056</id><published>2010-01-04T08:23:00.128-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:08:56.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I'm Good At</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts ago, on my So Far.... post, I listed a few things that I suck at. I was feeling a bit frustrated when I wrote that post, obviously. A couple of my bloggy friends suggested that I do a post like this. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at raising, good, responsible, trustworthy, caring, kind, generous, smart, funny and loving children/people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at teaching those kids to be kind, compassionate, generous and intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at loving them, being proud of them and making them healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at encouraging them to reach their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good wife. I'm lucky to have found someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at caring for animals. My new job involves the caring of animals and I couldn't be more thrilled to be surrounded by them and help people, help their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at customer service. I know the customer isn't always right but chances are, if I think a customer is a mean person, they'll never know that I think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good, hard, conscientious worker. I worked my ass off the last few days but the people I work for are awesome so I don't mind one bit and I'm enjoying my job very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good actress. I've had to play a certain role at a certain job and although I hated it and my job, I was damn good at it. Those days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at speaking my mind. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, especially here! Sometimes that's not a good thing.  (Open mouth, insert foot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at cutting every one's hair in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at making a home feel cosy and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good friend and I can't say the same for some of my friends IRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at giving hugs. I have given hugs to some of the ladies I work with and I've only been there a few days. I can't help it, they're nice... Hugs ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good neighbor. One of our neighbors doesn't like us but, he doesn't like any other neighbors and we have lots of other neighbor friends so I can safely state that I'm a good neighbor. Majority rules, Dickhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at loving. I am trying not to hate anyone, although some people make it very difficult.... I prefer the way it feels to love people instead of hate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at finding people via my blog that I genuinely care for and worry about. I couldn't ask for better bloggy friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm good at lots of stuff....except catching a certain mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-1001473540074631056?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1001473540074631056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=1001473540074631056&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1001473540074631056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1001473540074631056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-things-im-good-at.html' title='Some Things I&apos;m Good At'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-7096686817763960547</id><published>2010-01-03T12:42:00.065-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:34:06.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Loose Ends Are Finally Wrapped Up!</title><content type='html'>I put up the new calendars for 2010 yesterday and I realized that this year will make me the proud mom of 3 teenagers. For those of you who didn't see my Tweets about it yesterday, #1 Son will be 18 in February, Oldest Daughter 15 in about 2 weeks and she'll be old enough to drive this year and if that's not shocking enough, Middle Daughter turns 13 in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like Tony Soprano did when his ducks flew away. I'm trying not to cry about it and I don't think I'll need a therapist....as long as Google and Blogger let me continue to blog for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: I'm going to use the F word a lot in this post but I'll strike it for those of you who are sensitive to bad language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've had some loose ends that needed to be wrapped up around here and they are,  finally. I've been thinking that I'd have to take matters into my own hands and visit the South Park High School Principal but I don't have to do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October, #1 Son played in one of his favorite high school tournaments. The stupid &lt;strike&gt;fucking golf coach&lt;/strike&gt; bus driver wanted to leave the tournament before all the scores were in. When they left, #1 Son was had the lowest score. The coach from one of the other teams told #1 Son that he'd call him and let him know how he finished and took his phone number. On the way home, #1 Son got a call from that coach and the coach told him that he won 1st place in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid &lt;strike&gt;fucking golf coach&lt;/strike&gt; bus driver told #1 Son that he'd somehow hook up with that coach and he'd get him his medal. Well, we waited, and waited and I think I was very patient considering how much I dislike the stupid &lt;strike&gt;fucking golf coach&lt;/strike&gt; bus driver. That's why I've been thinking that I'd have to go straight to the principal of the high school to get his medal because here we are in 2010, golf season has been over for months and #1 Son still didn't have his medal that he earned last October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that if I went to the high school and told the principal everything that's happened on the stupid &lt;strike&gt;fucking golf coach's&lt;/strike&gt; bus driver's watch, he'd get fired. I don't want him fired. I want those poor kids to have a coach and to have someone to look up to and learn from. My Hubby has taught our son everything he knows about the sport and our son has been the #1 player on that team for 4 years. All the stupid &lt;strike&gt;fucking golf coach&lt;/strike&gt; bus driver would ever do is tell the kids to practice. He doesn't even know how to play golf. I know that the football coaches don't play football, but at least they know HOW TO PLAY FOOTBALL. There is a big difference IMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/S0D-3beHhZI/AAAAAAAACGQ/JzeylxkPQcA/s1600-h/!cid__0103001220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614179574416786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/S0D-3beHhZI/AAAAAAAACGQ/JzeylxkPQcA/s320/!cid__0103001220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, #1 Son finally received his medal today from a teacher from another school and his high school golf career is wrapped up. It's about fucking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/S0D--WBbYPI/AAAAAAAACGY/cBg86MagsuM/s1600-h/!cid__0103001225a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422614298370990322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/S0D--WBbYPI/AAAAAAAACGY/cBg86MagsuM/s320/!cid__0103001225a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to personally thank the South Park High School Golf Coach for his services as a bus driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-7096686817763960547?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7096686817763960547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=7096686817763960547&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/7096686817763960547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/7096686817763960547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-loose-ends-are-finally-wrapped-up.html' title='Some Loose Ends Are Finally Wrapped Up!'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/S0D-3beHhZI/AAAAAAAACGQ/JzeylxkPQcA/s72-c/!cid__0103001220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-3215737401254434738</id><published>2010-01-01T15:06:00.057-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:53:16.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far....</title><content type='html'>I suck at taking pictures of funny license plates and not blogging about them like I want to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck for being myself here because I cringe when I think about some people IRL finding out about my blog(s)and I'm thinking about shutting them down again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck for not doing the 10 day cleanse like I wanted to when I had more than enough time to do it when I wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at finding a balance between what I want to do and what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at finding the time to catch up on all the blog posts that I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck for not being able to catch the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck for paying a bill late.  I hope they will wave the late charge when I tell them that I'm working again and that was one of the main reasons I didn't bring it in to their office on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck because this post will probably be up for a couple of days and that will bug the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's a new year and I'm excited about that.  I have a lot of things to work on.  Please forgive me if you notice that I'm not visiting all of you as often as I used to.  I have to figure out how to get everything I want to do, as well as the things that I have to get done in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with the way last year ended.  I love my new job and the people I work for.  I am truly lucky.  I have some high hopes for this year so far even though I think I suck at certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get at least 1 more tattoo this year and I got excited when I drove by the tattoo place yesterday.  I've joked about getting a barcode tattoo on my left wrist but I think that would hurt too much and I'm not sure that everyone would think it was funny that I was "scannable" like in the movie Idiocracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm not getting a picture of a mouse tattooed on me anywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas about what I should get next?  I'm probably going to stick with the celestial and Egyptian themes.  I need some ideas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't suggest that I have "I suck" tattooed on my forehead.  That's not happening but I have considered "Mean People Suck" as a forehead tattoo option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-3215737401254434738?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3215737401254434738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=3215737401254434738&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3215737401254434738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3215737401254434738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far.html' title='So Far....'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-1390557829144743246</id><published>2009-12-31T08:13:00.039-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:08:10.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to catch up with all of you tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to get through today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are wondering about yesterday, it was a very long and busy day but it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for a family owned business has a lot of benefits. They worked really hard to get me into the system so that they could pay me today for the work I did yesterday, because of the holiday. Payday is every Friday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen anything like it. It made me feel really special that they would do that for me. They have more than enough stuff going on with year-end and quarter-end paperwork but they took the time to make me feel special and pay me.  I'm not used to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 9 hour day on my feet was a shock because I've been doing a lot of sitting since I quit my last job. The day went by really fast and I get to take a check to the bank today....unless they close early.  Seeing some of our old friends was a bright spot in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls made the Chocolate Candy Cane Kisses cookies for their dad because I ran out of time and they said that they were easy to make and they are so delicious! Thanks again Mrs. Boring Stay At Homer! We ate late so we'll have Hubby's favorite lemon cake tonight. The girls made that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Daughter bought her dad the complete first season of The Soprano's with some of her babysitting money. Now we'll be able to catch up on everything we've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year's Eve! &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's Day to my friends in Australia!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-1390557829144743246?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1390557829144743246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=1390557829144743246&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1390557829144743246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/1390557829144743246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-4356342756796058254</id><published>2009-12-29T16:52:00.071-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:07:49.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby Has A Few Things In Common With Tiger Woods</title><content type='html'>They're both men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both like to play golf A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, They share the same birthday on December 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest difference between my Hubby and Tiger is that my Hubby is having sex with his wife on his birthday.  I highly doubt if Tiger is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my new job tomorrow, on Hubby's birthday. I'm going to make him some  cookies too.  Mrs. Boring Stay At Homer sent me the directions for Chocolate Cookies with Candy Cane Kisses.   Yummmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied it here for you all because we all like Candy Cane Kisses and chocolate cookies!  I thought it was super, fantastic of her to think of me with this recipe and I want to share it with all of you.  If I don't have time to make these tonight, I'll have my Oldest and Middle Daughters make them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackieisasahm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Boring Stay At Homer&lt;/a&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made these for Christmas presents this year,if I had your address or any energy left, I would mail some to you.  Since I have neither, I thought I'd give you the recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can find some of the kisses, they are in rare supply where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Chocolate cake mix (I used Milk Chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP water&lt;br /&gt;Candy Cane Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blend cake mix with oil, eggs and water.  Drop onto cookie sheets--I used my hands and kind of formed them into balls--you could just use teaspoons, like you would choc. chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bake 350 for about 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Place unwrapped kiss in middle of cookie as soon as you get them out of the oven. Let them cool before transferring to cookie sheet. The kiss should melt in the chocolate--SO YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I made these, I thought of you!  I hope you can make these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I make "Cake Mix Cookie" alot.  You can take any cake mix, the oil and eggs and water and make cookies.  So easy.  Beats having to measure out all the flour and everything.  And, a cake mix is less than $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Christmas was great! &lt;br /&gt;Take care, stay out of trouble! &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Boring Stay At Homer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks A MILLION, Mrs. Boring Stay At Homer!  I will try my best to stay out of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!  Now we can all try these cookies and celebrate my Hubby's birthday or Tiger's birthday or you can enjoy some of these on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my Hubby.  He probably didn't think that I'd be working on his birthday since I was starting to think that nobody wanted to hire me and he might be  stuck with me being a stay at home &lt;strike&gt;blogger&lt;/strike&gt; mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and super, happy New Year's Eve.  I'm working on Wednesday and Thursday so I'll try to catch up with all of you on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all of your support!&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Birthday to Monkey Man too!  He also shares the same birthday as my Hubby and Tiger.  I wasn't sure if he wanted me to mention it but I did anyway!  I hope I'm not in trouble!) &lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-4356342756796058254?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4356342756796058254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=4356342756796058254&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4356342756796058254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4356342756796058254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-hubby-has-few-things-in-common-with.html' title='My Hubby Has A Few Things In Common With Tiger Woods'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-3909250948611775776</id><published>2009-11-20T22:18:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:40:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hundred, Ninety One Thousand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jobs&lt;/b&gt; have been lost in Arizona. I saw that statistic on the news on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I can't find one. Where are all the jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one that I loved and I should have fought for it. I knew where everything was in the store. I loved being in that store alone. I'd always turn the music up loud and dance around before opening up on Saturday and Sunday. I loved most of the customers and I think the feeling was mutual. It was as close to heaven as a job has ever been for me except for my evil boss. I really liked helping people and it just felt natural for me to be helping people with their health issues and questions. I didn't appreciate all the sick people that frequented the store. If you already have a cold, take Day Quil if you absolutely have to work, if you don't, REST! Don't go to a health food store for relief. It's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work 11:00 to 5:00 SIX days a week. That was an option for a secretarial position in last week's paper. SIX DAYS A WEEK? When would I have time to do the laundry? On Sunday? I guess, or, I could do it before work but what about making lunch and dinner? I didn't inquire about that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I don't want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work Mall hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work for an asshole with anger issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work early in the morning since I'm not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be making less than $10.00 an hour. (I need more incentive than that to get out of bed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work past 6:00 pm at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cook or clean for a job because I do that stuff for free at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really prefer to have a job where I can type (data entry?) or answer phones. 9 to 5, 5 days a week, 40 hours a week for at least $10.00 an hour. Is that too much to ask? South Park is not a big city and jobs like that just aren't available, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I guess it's no wonder I'm unemployed, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-3909250948611775776?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3909250948611775776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=3909250948611775776&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3909250948611775776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3909250948611775776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-hundred-ninety-thousand.html' title='Two Hundred, Ninety One Thousand'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-9160807720610341793</id><published>2009-12-29T10:30:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:34:52.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Good Things Just Happen</title><content type='html'>2009 has sure tested my patience but I got a call today.  I'm filling out paperwork for a new job this afternoon and I might start working at my new job tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw getting organized.  That will just have to wait to be done on my days off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for losing weight...I'm sure if I'm not sitting here &lt;strike&gt;eating all day&lt;/strike&gt; blogging all day, the pounds will just melt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your positive vibes, well wishes, support and everything else. I can't thank you enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 isn't even over and I can cross about 3 of my goals off of my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suck ass year couldn't be ending any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-9160807720610341793?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9160807720610341793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=9160807720610341793&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/9160807720610341793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/9160807720610341793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-good-things-just-happen.html' title='Sometimes Good Things Just Happen'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-4877824120423828191</id><published>2009-12-21T19:05:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:34:19.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For the Compliment Evolveintobirds!</title><content type='html'>I received an email a couple of days ago from one of my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333591492953874099"&gt;bloggy friends&lt;/a&gt;.  She said that she reads my blog everyday and left me this compliment:&lt;div&gt;"(one reason I love to read your blog...you are such a positive person. I learn a lot from you.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel very positive but I'm starting to think that maybe things really &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance a few of the jobs I've applied for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite lingerie stores:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I was in there, the Mangager was asking the employee that was waiting on me if she'd seen or heard from "Betty." The employee said "NO!" and I just smiled at the Manager. Maybe she didn't hire me because they only hire fucking flakes there and I'm not qualified to work there because I can tell time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister vitamin store to the one I worked in:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Manager hired her son when that position came open. I was pissed at first but then I thought about it, this is the same corporation who lets a fucking idiot who can't count, run the store that I worked in. If that corporation only hires fucking idiots, I'm not qualified to work for them because I can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job I thought I really wanted and got my hopes up about because I know someone who "knows someone...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, If I'd been hired for that job, I'd have to look at my boss everyday knowing that he was so drunk at the Christmas party that he peed and passed out in his manager's closet with his pants down. I'd be in stitches seeing him everyday and I don't think I'd be able to refrain from telling pee/piss in the manager's closet jokes and I'd probably get fired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll turn this into a positive too:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't been motivated to lose the original 6 lbs. I wanted to lose this year and I've added another 6 lbs. to the amount that I need to lose....Now there's just more of me to love.  And, I don't have to wear a belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Evolveintobirds, I'm trying to stay positive and make sense of things but I'm not sure this is what you meant.  I am seeing the silver lining in regards to the jobs I thought I wanted but I wasn't hired for, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-4877824120423828191?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4877824120423828191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=4877824120423828191&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4877824120423828191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4877824120423828191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-for-compliment-evolveintobirds.html' title='Thanks For the Compliment Evolveintobirds!'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-5199770996957295010</id><published>2009-12-28T20:24:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:14:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Chicken</title><content type='html'>I was feeling kind of bad about the almost $10.00 worth of free chicken that the cashier gave me today but she was &lt;strike&gt;an idiot.&lt;/strike&gt; not paying attention to what she was doing.  She wasn't even paying attention to me or my groceries because she was so busy talking with the lady in line behind me about a mistake she made on her order.  That lady was waiting for her to finish with me so that she could get her refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cashier gave me the total for my stuff, I paid and left the store and when I got home and I checked my receipt, the chicken wasn't on it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I felt bad about it at first but this was not a small Mom and Pop store that I was shopping in.  This is a huge place that I have major issues with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they're going to hire stupid cashiers who make mistakes and not pay attention to what they're doing, we're eating the free chicken!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if it tastes any better than the chicken that I get charged for and pay for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking it tomorrow night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives new meaning to "hot chicken" for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back to the store and pay for the chicken that you were not charged for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-5199770996957295010?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5199770996957295010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=5199770996957295010&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/5199770996957295010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/5199770996957295010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-chicken.html' title='Free Chicken'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-7458794638997478431</id><published>2009-12-26T19:44:00.045-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:27:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Glad It's Over</title><content type='html'>I swear, Christmas makes some people crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some of you could see yourselves... In a mad rush....for what?  The perfect gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you forget your manners and it shocks me that some of you don't have any problem making fools of yourselves. (I'm only talking about people I see in real life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve day,  I had to go out for a few, last-minute grocery items and on the way to my car, I could hear my neighbor yelling at her boyfriend because he had packed the car wrong. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to neighbor dude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry her because she will make every Christmas from now until you decide that you deserve to be treated better, absolutely miserable.  Do you really want to be treated badly and made to feel stupid on every holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to pack the &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; vehicle how she wants it to be packed and start drinking heavily if you want to survive the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, because I've been married a long time.  If someone talks to you like that on a special occasion, it's time to walk away and save your sanity. &lt;strike&gt; Run for your life! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really lucky that we don't have any family to please.  But, since we live in the "country" we have a mouse to catch.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing my dad gave us gift cards for Target and Target sells mouse traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, the mouse likes chocolate.  Maybe we should keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gawd, I'm so glad that Christmas is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-7458794638997478431?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7458794638997478431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=7458794638997478431&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/7458794638997478431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/7458794638997478431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-glad-its-over.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-2506662873196517592</id><published>2009-12-27T16:05:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:15:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Again</title><content type='html'>No, not that time of the month, that time of the year when we make resolutions for the new year. Well, I left this comment on &lt;a href="http://livinginthelandofnod.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolution-wha.html"&gt;Jane's New Year Resolution - Wha? post:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Find a source of income, Get in shape (for real this time), get organized (for real this time),&lt;br /&gt;Love myself and be as forgiving as I can be. I'm not going to try to make sense of LIFE in general anymore. I don't think I'll ever figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2010 is a great year for all of us. It's even more fun to type!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like typing 2010. I hope that alone means it'll be a better year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm not going to do this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to lose weight, in a weird sort of way, when I caught the glimpse of a news story about a missing woman on the news before Christmas. They described her as being 5'10" 135 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, she weighs less than I do and I'm only 5'4"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch her name in the story but I hope she was found safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;I think I even told my hubby that if I went missing, he sure as hell better lie about my current weight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that folks, is when I had my "light bulb" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I'd be happy at my current weight is if I was 6 feet tall. Since I stopped growing height wise, over 20 years ago, I need to do something about my weight, fast! I'm not making it a resolution, I'm setting a goal to get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard get motivated when it's so cold outside so I'm at least going to do Yoga in the house. I'm not getting any younger and every pound I gain takes twice as much effort to lose at my age. Plus, the fact that I've been just plain lazy is a harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to find a source of income but maybe I should really get organized for real this time. We just have too much stuff, still. Maybe I can sell some more stuff but in this economy, it's hard to sell stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as with the ironic theme of my life... Even though I have a new laptop, I really need to spend a lot more time doing other things. I love to read all of your blogs but it's not paying the bills right now and it's time consuming. I'll still try to keep up but I'm not making any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even thinking about putting ads on my blog and letting the solicitors have it. But, when I think about that, it makes me sad. I don't know what I'll end up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to be more disciplined about the amount of the wrong foods I put in my mouth. I'd like to have toned upper arms and a lot less body fat by summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to myself and make unrealistic resolutions. Just a few simple goals to reach for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try my best to be a good wife, mom, teacher, student, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor, shopper, employee, driver and bloggy friend. Without any pressure. I added some of your buttons to my blog. I think I missed a few so please help me remember where to pick yours up if you want me to grab your button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the rest of this year, I'm going to sit here and read blogs, I'm going to eat cheese, crackers, sausage, cheese dip, Simply Caramel Milky Ways, Dove Chocolates, Candy Cane Kisses, Cookies and whatever else I want to! :)&lt;br /&gt;(1/2 joking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you making any resolutions? If so, what are some of your goals for 2010?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-2506662873196517592?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2506662873196517592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=2506662873196517592&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2506662873196517592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2506662873196517592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-402789905870415355</id><published>2009-10-09T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:05:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Ss_kj3zHsRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/aaFU_bLSIuY/s1600-h/ThingsILoveButton.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Ss_kj3zHsRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/aaFU_bLSIuY/s320/ThingsILoveButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390778583910691090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sneaky Momma" border="0" src="http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad348/Drahdrah/CrocsFinal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to Drahdrah at &lt;a href="http://drahdrahsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drahdrah's Place&lt;/a&gt; for the Things I Love post idea! Go and check out her list on Sunday.   Her blog is awesome! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.otinsopinions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Otin&lt;/a&gt; for helping me find her!&lt;br /&gt;(Posted early because I'm taking the weekend off from posting! I've worked almost every weekend for the last 16 months and I'll be reading blogs but I'm not posting again until Monday!)  Forgive me for posting it early, Drahdrah, I'm taking some time just for me and my family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I didn't link to my I love ~ Part 2 post because I was obviously hopped up on cold medicine when I wrote it and when I read it to link to it, it just seemed too silly.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how easy it is for me to love.  I find it to be the easiest of feelings/emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my Hubby supported me in my decision to quit my job and he bought me a cheesecake that night to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how he didn't make me keep working for that bitch and he didn't make me feel bad about losing my salary/income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the manager at the sister store to the one I worked at for almost exactly 16 months said that she never had a customer complaint about me and that she'd hire me if she had an opening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love some of my old customers and I hope that I will see them again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how The Peach Tart let me send her a pair of stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I can wear perfume and dress how I want to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love anything rose scented and I love that I can wear any color I want to now. (No more "work" clothes for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not.  I love the &lt;em&gt; real &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it's okay if bloggers know that my name is Tracey again even though I've never been crazy about my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the sick feeling is gone from my stomach.  When I thought about having to work with that bitch of a boss of mine, I'd get nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new hair color.  It's no longer blond and I really like the light and warm brown color that's called Chocolate Caramel.  It suits me better because it's closer to my natural color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I can dye my hair black and pink now like I've wanted to for over 16 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I was able to delete some drafts and I was able to make this my 600th post.  I wanted my 600th post to be a more special post than the one I did last Monday.  Although, the decision I made that day was life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the moon.  I wish NASA would stop crashing rockets into it and leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer but some thing's wrong with it.  My MSN email feature is messed up so I'm taking a break from it this weekend.  If you need to reach me via email, (Stephanie or anyone else), I've added one of my other addresses to my profile and I'll be checking my email this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how a new job opportunity just fell into my lap and with it, I can save people's lives and that's what I love to do most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-402789905870415355?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/402789905870415355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=402789905870415355&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/402789905870415355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/402789905870415355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-love_09.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Ss_kj3zHsRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/aaFU_bLSIuY/s72-c/ThingsILoveButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-472236527256531089</id><published>2009-12-27T11:14:00.058-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:46:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mouse,</title><content type='html'>Why do you have to be so big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too big for the traps because you've been eating my Christmas candy?  Since you didn't take the bait, &lt;strike&gt;chocolate,&lt;/strike&gt; last night, I guess you win....for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brainella told me about the Dove chocolates with the peppermint candy tops being awesome, I didn't think that you'd help yourself to the candy in the dish.  I found the wrappers behind the couch that you left and the unfinished candies you left in one of my plants for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed the candy from the plant so if you want some more of your favorite candy along with some Reese's cups, you'll have to go into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are too big for the trap, I guess we'll have to get a cat because Jack Sparrow is clueless as to your whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I don't like sharing my Christmas candy with your kind.  You need to move out  now or start paying rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Make Me Get Another Dumbass Cat&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all of your comments on my last post.  I'm just a bit tired of feeling like I'm the only one who isn't drunk, high or on some kind of medication when I'm out in public.   Maybe that's my problem....I'm sober!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-472236527256531089?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/472236527256531089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=472236527256531089&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/472236527256531089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/472236527256531089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-mouse.html' title='Dear Mouse,'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-5306768563924335927</id><published>2009-12-25T15:28:00.086-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:17:42.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Indeed</title><content type='html'>I was dreading Christmas this year. I didn't wake up and fill stockings this year, even though our kids are the best and they are very good. That decision was based on the lack of lots of money more than anything else. All of our kids know that I played Santa, so I didn't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we opened gifts like we normally do on Christmas Eve. We had cheese, crackers and salami snacks for dinner and it was so much fun and so good that we'll probably do that every Christmas Eve from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest Daughter made me a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Daughter bought me the Cranberries CD that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Daughter wrote this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Social&lt;br /&gt;She makes a new friend every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;She supports me each and every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fun girl&lt;br /&gt;She knows what's fun and does it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smart girl&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she says is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Worker girl&lt;br /&gt;She'll work all day with no complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Laundry Goddess&lt;br /&gt;She can get out any stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Tough-it-out&lt;br /&gt;No matter what she helped with Thom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all these things wrapped up in one,&lt;br /&gt;and to me, she's my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thompsonite a.k.a. Thom cat, was one of our &lt;strike&gt;dumbass&lt;/strike&gt; cats. He ate a lot of the kids toys and he puked a lot. He didn't live very long. I still cried when he died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will frame this and put it next to the one that she wrote for her dad a few years ago. It's just what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and #1 Son gave me this big surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SzVA0ziCm5I/AAAAAAAACF4/RyhlOBXo4P8/s1600-h/Dell+Inspiron+1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419309002540620690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SzVA0ziCm5I/AAAAAAAACF4/RyhlOBXo4P8/s320/Dell+Inspiron+1545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see some of your whole blogs without scrolling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what a retired Santa gets for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-5306768563924335927?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5306768563924335927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=5306768563924335927&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/5306768563924335927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/5306768563924335927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-indeed.html' title='Merry Christmas Indeed'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/SzVA0ziCm5I/AAAAAAAACF4/RyhlOBXo4P8/s72-c/Dell+Inspiron+1545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-2331468233765158393</id><published>2009-12-24T10:04:00.045-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:32:23.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gifts Are Rolling In....</title><content type='html'>One of the first ones I received is from  &lt;a href="http://freya-betweentheworlds.blogspot.com/"&gt;  Wendy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad when Wendy stopped posting on her blog a while back.  I made her promise to keep in touch because I admire her.  I'm in awe of her homeschooling and her writing skills.  I think I know why she stopped blogging for a while. Blogging can seem like a chore sometimes.  I think about quitting at least once a month when I'm feeling overwhelmed.&lt;div&gt; :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found her again yesterday.  I'm not sure she wanted me to find her but I saw a comment that she left a mutual friend of ours blog and I did a little happy dance.  I left her a comment and became a follower of her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reciprocated and she's my 100 follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can skip straight to New Years Eve now because I secretly only wanted 100 followers for Christmas, so I'm one happy lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for blogging again Wendy! In case you can't tell by this post, I think you're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my followers!  I appreciate each and everyone of you!  Here's a little song for you all to help you get through Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjmZL-ILBZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjmZL-ILBZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and holiday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is a safe and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all your dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-2331468233765158393?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2331468233765158393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=2331468233765158393&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2331468233765158393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2331468233765158393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts-are-rolling-in.html' title='The Gifts Are Rolling In....'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-3197591925870733265</id><published>2009-12-23T09:38:00.069-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:35:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I decided that I should give myself a gift this year.  A gift that only I can give myself.  It's been a tough year so I think this post should help with my outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive Stores Online for screwing us out of $5,000.00 for 3 websites that we can't use.  They taught us some very important lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive my father for being selfish and not interested in making an effort to get to know who I am as a person.  It's probably for the best that he doesn't know me and he doesn't know how much heartache he's caused his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive my mother for being too &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; sick to try to change.  If only she could realize that I could help heal her and her grandchildren could help take away some of her pain by replacing it with joy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive my Hubby's sister and brother for being alcoholics.  I understand the pain they are trying to escape from.  I guess it doesn't matter that they don't even know where we live.  I'm not crazy about having company anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive my old friends who moved away and didn't keep in touch.  I forgive every friend I've ever had, for changing or losing touch.  I guess they don't need me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive all the bad drivers on the roads.  Thanks for honking at me and for not hitting me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive all the rude shoppers.  You must be in such a mad, holiday rush that it's hard to remember your manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive all the employers that I've sent my resume to that didn't even bother to call me back or acknowledge receipt of it.  The 17 year gap in my resume is from time I dedicated to our kids' education, our home and family.  I wasn't exactly on a vacation for those 17 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive my old boss for being an extremely rude and mean person.  She helped me see that I'm in charge of my life and I'm a powerful woman. I'm positive that she misses me and I don't miss her one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive people who think that they can use me.  They give me an opportunity to feel  my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive myself for all the mistakes I've made. They've given me an opportunity to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you all to forgive me for my silly, stupid or deleted comments. I can't always see how much I screw up some of my comments until after I publish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I feel so much lighter.  I need to do this more often because some of the best gifts are free. I need to remember that I'm capable of forgiving myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you need to forgive?  &lt;br /&gt;It feels pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-3197591925870733265?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3197591925870733265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=3197591925870733265&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3197591925870733265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/3197591925870733265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-forgiveness.html' title='Christmas Forgiveness'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-4314920871074015234</id><published>2009-12-22T15:29:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:43:30.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In Again</title><content type='html'>Paid a bill today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave gifts to good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my girls lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought pet food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Target.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Target, Hubby called and asked if I was close to home.  I told him that we were almost done and he said "Good because we're getting a shit load of snow and the roads are covered."  WTF?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were only in Target for about a half hour.  When we got to the parking lot, everything was white.  The accumulation on my windshield was too much for my windshield wipers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't snowing when we went into the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he hadn't called me when he did, I wouldn't have made it home.  He would have had to tow me up the hill.... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm snowed in again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's a good thing I don't have anywhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope we have enough cocoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-4314920871074015234?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4314920871074015234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=4314920871074015234&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4314920871074015234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/4314920871074015234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowed-in-again.html' title='Snowed In Again'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-2286435647165949941</id><published>2009-12-19T15:59:00.140-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:50:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis The Season, After All..</title><content type='html'>This is our Christmas card this year because I dropped our camera and I broke it and this sums up 2009 for me!  You like it?  Ha ha ha!  I think it's the funniest thing I've seen in a while.  Check out the link to Say No to Crack under the picture for a good laugh!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eeP6OpPI/AAAAAAAACDo/G6nzPV0Bi9Y/s1600-h/christmas_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eeP6OpPI/AAAAAAAACDo/G6nzPV0Bi9Y/s320/christmas_card.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417089800556422386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saynotocrack.com/index.php/2006/11/25/this-years-christmas-card/"&gt;www.saynotocrack.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1ekXSRf_I/AAAAAAAACDw/RB9EmUsxrzI/s1600-h/better-than-a-gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1ekXSRf_I/AAAAAAAACDw/RB9EmUsxrzI/s320/better-than-a-gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417089905615536114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visit &lt;a href="http://wrongcards.com/"&gt;Wrongcards.com&lt;/a&gt; for cards that are wrong for every occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wine for those of you who are thirsty or for those of you who'd like to have a drink on me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eOGdNu4I/AAAAAAAACDI/voRm2eRa6eY/s1600-h/images+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eOGdNu4I/AAAAAAAACDI/voRm2eRa6eY/s320/images+(5).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417089523140901762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you are too easy to shop for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1wwYJ62BI/AAAAAAAACEo/dnDOmV90ZLk/s1600-h/images+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1wwYJ62BI/AAAAAAAACEo/dnDOmV90ZLk/s400/images+(4).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417109903216662546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome guys and some of my girl bloggy friends!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1w_8q4HUI/AAAAAAAACEw/qgJxPoX3aY0/s1600-h/images+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1w_8q4HUI/AAAAAAAACEw/qgJxPoX3aY0/s400/images+(6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417110170716609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for those of you with a sweet tooth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eps9pI6I/AAAAAAAACD4/CXUGryqf7HU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eps9pI6I/AAAAAAAACD4/CXUGryqf7HU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417089997333930914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my lady friends or anyone who appreciates clean carpets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eFchgBbI/AAAAAAAACC4/2XxMar_2LJg/s1600-h/men3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eFchgBbI/AAAAAAAACC4/2XxMar_2LJg/s320/men3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417089374445634994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some eye candy for my lady friends too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1yMRjo3dI/AAAAAAAACFY/ZZXR1mDg1Nc/s1600-h/images+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1yMRjo3dI/AAAAAAAACFY/ZZXR1mDg1Nc/s400/images+(7).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417111481993453010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those of you who are hungry and you'd like a snack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1k3TNUoKI/AAAAAAAACEY/LHMc-xKbp3M/s1600-h/images+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1k3TNUoKI/AAAAAAAACEY/LHMc-xKbp3M/s320/images+(10).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417096828008308898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for those of you who are not trying to lose weight like me. Well, on second thought, go ahead and have some, I think this image has zero calories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1jfmREVMI/AAAAAAAACEQ/uUrpAMu3OMw/s1600-h/images+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1jfmREVMI/AAAAAAAACEQ/uUrpAMu3OMw/s1600-h/images+(9).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1jfmREVMI/AAAAAAAACEQ/uUrpAMu3OMw/s320/images+(9).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417095321295803586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Added after Matty's comment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy2BQmNxNaI/AAAAAAAACFo/VgnowE-uRIg/s1600-h/images+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy2BQmNxNaI/AAAAAAAACFo/VgnowE-uRIg/s400/images+(12).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417128048932763042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy2BMsHddOI/AAAAAAAACFg/BVdXi2TFRCs/s1600-h/images+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy2BMsHddOI/AAAAAAAACFg/BVdXi2TFRCs/s400/images+(11).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127981797438690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added after Monkey Man's comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy5g79Mh_hI/AAAAAAAACFw/5SHjszMZ5wk/s1600-h/images+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy5g79Mh_hI/AAAAAAAACFw/5SHjszMZ5wk/s400/images+(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417373984928955922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those of you who are very hard to please...go buy your own damn gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1ja6ajZZI/AAAAAAAACEI/b1w3Umd6lxg/s1600-h/images+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1ja6ajZZI/AAAAAAAACEI/b1w3Umd6lxg/s320/images+(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417095240804951442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to thank me or get me anything in return.  I realized today that I have everything I need.  I can't thank you all enough for your support through my blog journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest Daughter isn't feeling well today so I didn't vacuum or get much done around the house so that she could rest today.  That might explain the 2 posts in one day.  Sorry, I just wanted to give you your gifts while I could!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas early everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622613443059512899-2286435647165949941?l=greeneyedmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2286435647165949941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622613443059512899&amp;postID=2286435647165949941&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2286435647165949941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622613443059512899/posts/default/2286435647165949941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-after-all.html' title='&apos;Tis The Season, After All..'/><author><name>Green-Eyed Momster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175981627284967050</uri><email>traceymomster@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12916215015571080180'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy1eeP6OpPI/AAAAAAAACDo/G6nzPV0Bi9Y/s72-c/christmas_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622613443059512899.post-8281566894343844936</id><published>2009-12-19T11:11:00.036-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:50:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Soliciting!</title><content type='html'>I want the solicitations to stop from people via email who want me to put their information on my blog after they tell me that they've linked to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in quite a rut lately.  What you all don't see is that I cry a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people want me to advertise for them here is beyond me.  I'm not afraid to say (mostly) what's on my mind and I'm not afraid to cuss since my younger kids don't read my blog, unless I ask them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was started for fun.  I immediately found my opinion and a lot of people didn't like it.  I don't give a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be a place that I can just be myself, whether I'm having a bad day, a lot of bad days or a good day.  I want to brag about my kids and put pictures here because most of my pictures are on disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain semi-anonymous.  Only the people I want to know who I am and where I am know who I am and where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to advertise your products here because then I'd be afraid to speak my mind.  My honesty is an important part of my life since I've cleaned up my act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to look you in the eye and tell you basically "No thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy0WjZh_IqI/AAAAAAAACCo/dAQpfAgk4SI/s1600-h/101_0205+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6OYeFY-6VQ/Sy0WjZh_IqI/AAAAAAAACCo/dAQpfAgk4SI/s200/101_0205+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417010724201243298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be afraid to speak my truth here.  When I vent or rant, I don't want it to have a negative affect on your product or whatever you're wanting me to advertise for you.  I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog for me, is about my life and the roller coaster ride I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop linking to my blog, unless you're going to send me a check first. (Unless you're a bloggy friends of mine.  Than, what's mine is yours.  All images are fair game except for those of me and my family!  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