<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:37:13.748-05:00</updated><category term='computer problems'/><category term='Naps'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='child'/><category term='Late'/><category term='jaundice'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='uga'/><category term='city tours'/><category term='lost job'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='Sweeney Todd'/><category term='Names'/><category term='fate'/><category term='catheter'/><category term='job'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='Surf&apos;s Up'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6980732315855205289</id><published>2010-05-06T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:24:48.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for those who actually check back on my page to see if I'm back. Because of that I feel guilty for not coming back more often. I really want to get back into this, just haven't been able to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked away from the Apartment Management world a few weeks ago! Woo Hoo! I went back to paralegaling :) I am really enjoying it, and feel a great deal of stress lifted off my shoulders. I feel like I'm actually doing something good also. The attorney I work for (the same one I worked for 4 years ago) really was struggling to keep up with his practice. Life had really taken a toll of him (His father suffered from dimensia, and just passed away), so I feel I have been really helpful in helping him get things back on track. Feeling accomplished I think is very important in your job. I feel accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...that's all I'm giving you for now, because if I tell you everything, I won't come back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6980732315855205289?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6980732315855205289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6980732315855205289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6980732315855205289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6980732315855205289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8859077346706629282</id><published>2009-08-02T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:20:29.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>Well, one trip down and one to go. But first middle school open house and starting a new school year. (ugh... Still not looking forward to that.)&lt;br /&gt;The trip to TN was fun but short. The river flooded so no tubing this trip. But did manage to work in some shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since I am updating on my iTouch pictures will have to wait, but maybe you'll be as entertained by my nieces as I was...&lt;br /&gt;Abby' (5) upon waking at a quick stop: "My panties went into my crack when I went to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;Abby after going thru a drive-thru: "I sure wish I had a napkin." (which meant she probably needed one.)&lt;br /&gt;Abby' immmediately after the last comment: "Do I still have panties on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Natalie, sweet girls don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie (3): but puppies do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8859077346706629282?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8859077346706629282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8859077346706629282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8859077346706629282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8859077346706629282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1008245197827718368</id><published>2009-07-28T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:35:29.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I'd Hardly Call this Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Life is gonna be CRAZY busy for the Skittle family over the next few weeks. Madi and I are leaving tomorrow to go to Tenn. with my sister and her girls. My mom and Dad will be up there too. We'll probably just float the river and hang out at the pool most of the time, but I'm sure Madi and I will find the time to sneak to Gatlinburg to do a little school shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to a family reunion on Saturday, we will head back to town, so I can be back in time to teach a class on Sunday with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison starts MIDDLE SCHOOL on Tuesday. I think I'm gonna die. I am WAY too young for that :) (No really, I'm 29...way too young.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is only gonna go Tues &amp;amp; Wed b/c we are flying out to KC Thursday morning for Damian's sisters wedding. I'm super excited, but this means meeting all the family who didn't come to our wedding (including his elderly great-grandparents). And we'll fly back on Monday. I'm gonna be EXHAUSTED! I wish we had more time to visit, but since school starts back so ridiculously early we'll have to make it a fly-be visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1008245197827718368?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1008245197827718368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1008245197827718368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1008245197827718368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1008245197827718368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-hardly-call-this-vacation.html' title='I&apos;d Hardly Call this Vacation!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1949943965764433613</id><published>2009-07-20T12:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:31:54.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Another post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whether I am back for good or not, only time will tell...but for now here is the post promised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have now been married for almost 8 months, and I promise you the phrase uttered most out of my mouth over these last 8 months is "No. I am not pregnant."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I call my dear sister Mandypoo. I say..."Would y'all like to come down for dinner Friday? I'm going to cook a pot of soup &amp;amp; sandwiches. I've invited the whole family."  She says..."Why? Are you pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I get the stomach bug that is going around...you know the one that both Madison and Damian and half the city have, and yet I get asked..."Are you pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mandypoo and I are both blessed with the acid reflux my dad suffers from. So we often refer to Tums as our "after dinner mint." After dinner with friends, I realized I didn't have any with me, and the barbque was killing me. So I walked next door to the gas station to buy Tums. Both my friends and the lady at the counter asked..."Are you pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously?! &lt;/em&gt;Apparently, when you get married, you cannot invite your family over, catch the stomach bug, or buy Tums without being asked if you are pregnant. Oh, and God forbid you put back on the weight you lost for the wedding (which I did.) People throw ALL tact to the wind and say..."You've put on weight. Are you pregnant?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So for those of you single folks out there...this is what you have to look forward to! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On a side note...8 months in...yes, I am ready to be pregnant, but Baby Daddy is not, so we will wait. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1949943965764433613?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1949943965764433613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1949943965764433613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1949943965764433613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1949943965764433613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-post.html' title='Another post?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7678799547681299883</id><published>2009-07-07T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:31:38.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying to take bets in my own head of how long it will take everyone to notice I posted. It has been like 8 months...I know. In fact, Courtney had to find me on Facebook, just to keep up and Prin had to email to make sure I was still alive. So I apologize for falling off the face of the earth....AGAIN. I really have to quit doing that. It is such a long walk back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here is the rundown of the last 8 months...wedding was beautiful, the honeymoon was fantastic, married life is great, the sex is fabulous, and no, I am not pregnant. (Which seems to be a daily question when you get married, and the subject of a future post...I promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can see wedding pictures at &lt;a href="http://kingpursewedding.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://kingpursewedding.shutterfly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can also find me on facebook at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/stephanie.purse"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/stephanie.purse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Make sure to send me a note with your friend request.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7678799547681299883?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7678799547681299883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7678799547681299883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7678799547681299883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7678799547681299883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-trying-to-take-bets-in-my-own-head.html' title='I&apos;m BACK'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3011395311673618084</id><published>2008-11-29T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:20:27.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Today is the Big Day!</title><content type='html'>Yep thats right....I'm getting married today.  So why am I on blogger?! (I'm downloading some music for the reception). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures when we get back from Cancun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3011395311673618084?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3011395311673618084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3011395311673618084' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3011395311673618084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3011395311673618084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-big-day.html' title='Today is the Big Day!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6458146901347605796</id><published>2008-11-08T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:00:13.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deeper Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No matter your religious beliefs, I think there are times we all believe there are deeper meanings to life.  As a Christian, I obviously belief that God works together everything for his glory and honor.  I don't believe anything just happens.  But, I can't say I always understand it.  A year later, I still can't make sense of all I went through last year with the cancer and loosing my job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But today, I was reminded of something that happened about 2 or 3 years ago. I had no idea then why it happened, and today, still unsure.  Either way, it made me smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Madison was in the chorus at her old school, and had a spring concert at the local middle school. Several schools were there, so the crowd was pretty large. A young mother sat behind us with a baby in her lap...he must have been close to a year old. While we were waiting for the concert to start he kept playing with my hair, and tapping me on the shoulder. It was rather odd, for such a young child to just keep tapping me. When I would turn around and talk with him, he would just laugh.  Then after the 5th or 6th time, he reached out for me.  So with his mom's permission I held Nehemiah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He sat in my lap the entire 1st half of the concert.  He held on tight to me, making sure I wouldn't put him down, and just kept loving on me. He also did not like Damian very much.  When Damian would turn and look at us, he would say "No" and push Damian over, which made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Madi's class was finished in the first half, so we were planning to leave during the intermission. When I went to give Nehemiah back to his mom, he just cried and cried. He didn't want to go back. It didn't make any sense. His mother seemed loving to him...she had been playing with him and holding him before he came to me. He was well dressed, and seemed well cared for. For whatever reason, it was just as if there was a connection between us. (Trust me, its not normal for me to just let a strangers baby drool all over me, with me being grossed out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never saw or heard from Nehemiah or his mom again. Until today. Damian just called, and he is at the barber shop.  He said this little guy walked in and started playing with him. He asked his name, and his mom said Nehemiah...and Damian realized who he was. Nehemiah's mom remembered me also. She asked about me, and Damian promised to take a picture and send me. (I'll post it as soon as he does.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I still don't know why I met Nehemiah that day. I don't know why we were drawn to each other, and, I don't know why Damian ran into them again today.  I can't wait to see who Nehemiah becomes as he grows up, and I just hope I'm able to know him then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6458146901347605796?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6458146901347605796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6458146901347605796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6458146901347605796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6458146901347605796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/deeper-meaning.html' title='A Deeper Meaning'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1917694472920079624</id><published>2008-11-08T10:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:22:14.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Go Hotwire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;No, this isn't a paid post...I haven't been paid to write on this thing in a long time! But I have to tell you my hotwire experience. We have been trying to find hotels for Damian's family the week of the wedding. They will be staying in Atlanta, because they have family there, and come down on Saturday for the wedding. This is great for me, because it means they won't stay too long. (he he) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;No really, the only reason I was worried about that is because Damian's aunt called and said she was not content just seeing us for 2 hours at a reception, so we better plan to stay and visit afterwards. I was concerned that the visit would turn into an all night event and Damian and I would have to head straight to the airport the next morning, never having been to our hotel. So, knowing that they have an hour and a half drive after the wedding makes me think they won't stay too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Back to Hotwire (hense the title). Damian's grandmother called me yesterday, and told me she booked the Weston Hotel for $49/night on hotwire! These rooms are in downtown Atlanta, and usually rent for $215/night. Now, I for one have always been hesitant about Hotwire because they don't tell you the name of the hotel until you pay. But Damian's grandmother figured, you can't go wrong with a 4-star hotel so she took the leap of faith. The cool thing is now the rest of the family booked too. What an awesome deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;So I'm going online today to see if I can get us just as awesome of a deal without having to stay at the same hotel. Cross your fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1917694472920079624?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1917694472920079624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1917694472920079624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1917694472920079624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1917694472920079624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-hotwire.html' title='Go Hotwire!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3077979088128495628</id><published>2008-11-05T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:23:30.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>An Award? For Me!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JPPtB_dZOfQ/SQts7LKkYGI/AAAAAAAABIY/XPFTAJz6nzQ/s1600/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JPPtB_dZOfQ/SQts7LKkYGI/AAAAAAAABIY/XPFTAJz6nzQ/s1600/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://taylorandcallee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt; for this award. Like I told her, I can't say I feel as if I deserve it since I have been terrible to the blogging community. Blogging randomly, and hardly ever commenting.  Well, I will try to do better from here on out. I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;As a result of my lack of posting, and commenting, I can only say I have 2 faithful readers these days...and  &lt;a href="http://taylorandcallee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt; is one of them. (LOL), so I can only grant this award to ....(drum roll please)........none other than &lt;a href="http://furryprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prin&lt;/a&gt;!  Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay, now the truth...it has been so long since I've gotten an award, we will see how long it takes me to figure out how to display it on my page :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3077979088128495628?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3077979088128495628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3077979088128495628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3077979088128495628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3077979088128495628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/award-for-me.html' title='An Award? For Me!?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JPPtB_dZOfQ/SQts7LKkYGI/AAAAAAAABIY/XPFTAJz6nzQ/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7711404874271236012</id><published>2008-11-05T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:06:22.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>I am in mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It is no secret that I was strongly against Obama. We fought. We lost. We shall mourn, and then we shall stand up and move on with the rest of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;All I can do is hope I was wrong about Obama. For the sake of this country, I pray I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7711404874271236012?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7711404874271236012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7711404874271236012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7711404874271236012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7711404874271236012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-in-mourning.html' title='I am in mourning'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5018235372897696252</id><published>2008-10-29T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:17:43.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Long but Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gA6_k3NtXZs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gA6_k3NtXZs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;This video is almost 11 minutes long, but is an interview with an attorney who has filed suit against Barak Obama stating that he is not a "Natural Born Citizen" of the United States, and therefore cannot be the President of the United States. Though, I do not know how true this is, I do agree with the Attorney that if is wrong, then why won't Obama just produce his birth certificate and his immigration documents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;His grandmother from Kenya claims he was born in Kenya. Barak claims he was born in Hawaii.  However, when his mother remarried and moved to Indonesia with her family it is questioned whether Barak's citizenship was moved to Indonesia.  Though he could have regained his US citizenship upon returning to the U.S., he would no longer have the "natural born status" required to be the President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I think it is appaling that a Judge would not require these documents be produced prior to the election! How many many Americans believe that Joe Biden would win the election? Seems to me that if what this man claims is true that Obama is just handing Biden the win. Very unfair. But in all truthfulness....I'd rather see Biden than Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5018235372897696252?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5018235372897696252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5018235372897696252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5018235372897696252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5018235372897696252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-but-interesting.html' title='Long but Interesting'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5722199688157332636</id><published>2008-10-24T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:39:50.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Funny...Ha Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn7.bumperstickersapp.com/bs/big.1106767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn7.bumperstickersapp.com/bs/big.1106767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5722199688157332636?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5722199688157332636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5722199688157332636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5722199688157332636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5722199688157332636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/funnyha-ha.html' title='Funny...Ha Ha!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7634991852120168277</id><published>2008-10-22T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:53:08.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>37 Days....Holy Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I looked at the calendar to put the countdown as my title...I didn't realize it was only 37 days away. Now I'm panicked. Way to go Blogger. I was just fine up until about 37 seconds ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:tKQG25qU5L7NVM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u48QljhL-Wg/RkMp-kRHsjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4_VR41F2jfw/s320/measuring%2Bwaist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="172" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:tKQG25qU5L7NVM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u48QljhL-Wg/RkMp-kRHsjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4_VR41F2jfw/s320/measuring%2Bwaist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have come to my senses and realized that after 3 weeks of dieting, if I still don't fit in my dress it is time for alterations. I'm okay with that though...it beats the alternatives (i.e. starvation, buying a new dress, or exercising &lt;em&gt;ha ha&lt;/em&gt;) Okay, really I am going to start exercising, but I don't need the last minute stress of worrying if my dress will fit, so I will just go ahead and have it altered. All will be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;We have also found a solution to our problem of wanting a sunset wedding, but not wanting to pay to feed 200 people. We are going to have a "pasta buffet." So everyone will still get fed, but it won't cost us a fortune. Thank goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm making the invitations myself, and they need to go out as in 2 weeks ago, so I better get on the move. It's gonna be a busy weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I also have to meet with the florist to pick out flowers, and finalize the cake choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Oh, but in 37 days it will be all worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, on a totally unrelated topic...I paid $2.56/gallon for gas today. I didn't even need gas...had a 1/2 tank. Got it anyway because it was so cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7634991852120168277?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7634991852120168277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7634991852120168277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7634991852120168277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7634991852120168277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/37-daysholy-crap.html' title='37 Days....Holy Crap!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2304764621370043827</id><published>2008-10-16T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:04:25.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Walking Blindly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;6 Weeks - $6,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I keep checking outside, but it still isn't raining $100's yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Where will it all come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2304764621370043827?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2304764621370043827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2304764621370043827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2304764621370043827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2304764621370043827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-blindly.html' title='Walking Blindly'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5049310595201817173</id><published>2008-10-12T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:45:17.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Why Pineola?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I decided I would tell the story of why we picked Pineola Farms here in Georgia instead of going to the beach as originally planned.  First, we cancelled Florida when I kept having to downsize the wedding cutting out more and more of my friends. So we decided to stay here in Georgia. BUT the only way I was having a Georgia wedding was if it wasn't your traditional church wedding. (Nothing against church weddings, but I don't want one. It's my day, and I want it to mean something to me. I love my church, but it is far from beautiful.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So last Saturday, we got up bright and early and headed to Thomaston, GA...about 45 minutes away...we thought. :) It ended up taking us about an hour and a half to get to the Auchumpkee Covered Bridge (our destination). When we got there, we found nothing like what we were told. (Meaning, the "parking area" was non-existent, and my personal favorite...the "picnic area" was A picnic table...meaning ONE!) Anyway, it was nothing like we had hoped. We turned the car around and headed back, tired and defeated. When we got home, we jumped on the internet looking for other "cool" locations within an hour radius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sunday after church we took our comprised list, and began riding around Macon...no luck. We drove to Warner Robins...are you kidding me. Well, what about the park in Perry someone told us about...RIGHT!?! Again, we got home around 5:00p.m. tired and defeated. Damian says, you just might have to have a church wedding...Um, excuse me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So I hop on the computer again, and decided to try the chamber of commerce. Low and behold ONE single listing under "weddings." We checked out the website...beautiful, but we had already been deceived by a website more than once. We called the number...no answer. We googled the location and hopped in the car...about 14 miles down the road in good ole Fort Valley. (For those of you not from Georgia...Fort Valley is not a town known for much of anything other than maybe's its school, but even that is mostly just a local fame.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We pulled up to Pineola Farms and The Cotton Barn....BEAUTIFUL! We loved it. Then my phone rang...it was the couple who owned the place...they were on their way, and would meet us there, but the bad news was, they were booked through the end of the year. We would have to wait until next year. (I hope you are kidding, I have already bumped this thing back 3 times.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We toured the place with them, and fell more in love with it minute by minute. Paul and Delise (the owners) were great! We clicked right away. That's when she told me that technically she didn't have anything booked November 29th, and she had told numerous couples she couldn't do a wedding that weekend, due to conflict. But when she called me, my ring back tone on my cell phone was her favorite song (Chris Tomlin's 'Amazing Grace'). She said she felt like God told her to open it up to us, so she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But even better, when she pulled out the price sheet, and we saw it was the amount of our entire budget, we knew we couldn't afford it. That's when she told us that the house (an old 1836 Farm House) needed the front porch painted. She wanted Damian to do it for her, and she would do it as a trade on the wedding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I know that God opened this up for us, and I'm so excited to see things fall into place. Everyone around me seems to be stressing, but not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5049310595201817173?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5049310595201817173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5049310595201817173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5049310595201817173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5049310595201817173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-pineola.html' title='Why Pineola?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-946384595885927301</id><published>2008-10-09T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:12:10.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We have a date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;November 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We have a location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pineola.com"&gt;Pineola Farms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We have a photographer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Haley Bartlebough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I have a dress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;(but no picture of the dress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;That's all we have so far....oh, we better hurry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-946384595885927301?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/946384595885927301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=946384595885927301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/946384595885927301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/946384595885927301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-update.html' title='Wedding Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8769632091483991170</id><published>2008-10-09T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:58:54.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>'Nuff Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbp2.mail.mud.yahoo.com/tn?sid=879113325&amp;amp;mid=AOlEv9EAAKVTSO1VRgnABAFjA50&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=362&amp;amp;fid=Inbox"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thumbp2.mail.mud.yahoo.com/tn?sid=879113325&amp;amp;mid=AOlEv9EAAKVTSO1VRgnABAFjA50&amp;amp;partid=2&amp;amp;f=362&amp;amp;fid=Inbox" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbp2.mail.mud.yahoo.com/tn?sid=879113325&amp;amp;mid=AOlEv9EAAKVTSO1VRgnABAFjA50&amp;amp;partid=14&amp;amp;f=362&amp;amp;fid=Inbox"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8769632091483991170?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8769632091483991170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8769632091483991170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8769632091483991170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8769632091483991170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuff-said.html' title='&apos;Nuff Said'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3440307887014420972</id><published>2008-09-29T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:46:19.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>Oh the Stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Why didn't someone tell me planning a wedding is so stressful!?! Okay, so you really did, but why didn't I listen? In 8 days I have changed the wedding date 4 times! First it was 11/8, but mom couldn't make it. So then it was 11/15, but his mom couldn't make it, so then it was 11/22, and that seemed to work for everyone...until mother nature struck (early) this weekend, lining me up for another crinsom wave on the 22nd, so now it looks like it will be the 29th (as in 2 days after Thanksgiving). And well, quite honestly, that is if we have any financial help. Otherwise, we either have to post-pone or downsize. How do you downsize a small wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I did the budget this weekend, and picked out colors. The color will be green, and the budget is $6,000! Not bad, but we still don't have it. Of course $2,000 of that $6,000 is the honeymoon, so that just may have to be scaled down too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I already have a dress (thank God!), and found him an AWESOME suit at Express. I hope he gets it; he really liked it too...(except this one is in grey, and the black one looks better). What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/27_607_2069_432?$medium$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So Damian is making phone calls today to see if his parents can help us out. I'm going to sit down with my mom one day this week, show her the budget, and ask if she thinks they can help too. Otherwise, I'm cancelling the whole thing...and Damian, Madi and I will have a private ceremony. I'm just not putting this off over money. Nope, not gonna do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3440307887014420972?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3440307887014420972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3440307887014420972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3440307887014420972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3440307887014420972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-stress.html' title='Oh the Stress!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5407625769816151059</id><published>2008-09-23T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:17:08.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>And Now the Ugly Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Little sister, if you do read this, please do not get offended. I still love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I wanted to let everyone enjoy my celebration for a few days before sharing with you "the other side of the story." So now you get to hear that side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Damian did the very respectable thing, and went to my parents on Friday evening to ask for their blessing to marry me. Their blessing is NOT what he got. Though they were cordial, they told him that they do not agree with interracial marriage. They would not treat us any different, but they needed him to know where they stand. They said they would not "disown" me, and that they would come to the wedding, but they would not have choosen HIM to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Needless to say, Damian left with his spirit crushed. Its very hard to explain how a guy whose parents were not good role models, and put him in harms way often growing up, have been so receptive of us, and my family who gave me a story book raising have been so "unreceptive" (to say the least.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm proud of him for going to talk with my parents even though he knew there was a good possibility that it wouldn't be all hugs and giggles. I'm VERY PROUD of him for holding his tongue when he heard things other than blessings.  To me, the fact that he asked makes it all the better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It hurts to know that someone I idolize as much as my parents are responsible for such hurtful words. It hurts to know that the people who should be the most happy for me, are the ones who are least happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I made a point to individually call or see my family to share my news with them, before posting anything on the internet, and emailing and texting my friends. So it was also disheartening to hear my family dodge telling me "congratulations." I got "thanks for calling", "When?", and other &lt;em&gt;polite&lt;/em&gt; responses, and I even got some congratulations from some family members...those I am grateful for.  It was just very apparent that my friends definately "celebrated" with me more than my family.  So as I plan a small beach wedding, it is hard for me to imagine cutting out my friends who were SO happy for me, to make room for a family that seemed less than thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5407625769816151059?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5407625769816151059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5407625769816151059' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5407625769816151059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5407625769816151059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-now-ugly-side.html' title='And Now the Ugly Side'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8502981556270389373</id><published>2008-09-21T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:41:52.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wedding'/><title type='text'>We interrupt this blog to bring you this important update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560318957265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SNahzVGoorI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vn4YBfUWg_U/s320/Engagement+Dinner+(48).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Damian proposed to me last night, well technically this morning at 1:00 a.m. No date has been set, but you can be sure that you will know every detail as it unfolds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of course, I know you all want to hear the proposal story, since the only 3 questions I have heard all day is "When did he do it?" "When's the date?" and "How'd he do it?" Since I already answered the other 2, I'll tell you how he did it, and how I almost ruined it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I arranged for Madi to spend the night with my sister Mandypoo and brother-in-law so that Damian and I could have a "date night" since he has been back for 3 weeks now, and we haven't had a single childless night. Damian made reservations for us at The Red Tomato (one of my favorite restaurants, which we rarely visit due to the $30 plates). We had dinner with friends (Matt and Ashli) and then went to see Lakeview Terrace. **(Um, anyone who has seen the previews knows its about a cop who does not like his bi-racial neighbors...anyone but Damian, who was clueless to this until about 3 minutes into the movie...great pic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560612743236146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SNaiEbiqyjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1gvI3bPJkXU/s320/Engagement+Dinner+(47).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the way home we chatted about a few things included quick stab at the fact that I had given up on all hope that we would ever get married. (I'm sure he was just laughing inside.) Once we got home, he went into the guest room and I went to my room to get my pjs on and hop into bed. He walked in like "what are you doing?" He said I thought we were gonna talk. So I looked at him and said "talk" while patting the pillow beside me. (Not how he had envisioned it.) So he kneeled beside my bed and asked me if I had a good time tonight. Then he asked if it would make my night any better if he told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. So he asked me to marry him, and pulled out the most beautiful ring! I said yes! Let the journey begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248561889554133762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SNajOwCG8wI/AAAAAAAAAU8/O0N0AZL9ynk/s320/the+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8502981556270389373?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8502981556270389373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8502981556270389373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8502981556270389373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8502981556270389373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-interrupt-this-blog-to-bring-you.html' title='We interrupt this blog to bring you this important update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SNahzVGoorI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vn4YBfUWg_U/s72-c/Engagement+Dinner+(48).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5904673255210541831</id><published>2008-09-19T13:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:44:21.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madison'/><title type='text'>School Yard Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Madi aka Little Skittle is adjusting to the move, the new school and 5th grade well, though I did have to bail her out of a project the day after it was due. We are definately having issues with that "pre-teen" attitude, and has recently discovered she is NOT too old for a good ole spankin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;A lesson, she taught the 12 year old boy up the road this week to, when she punched him in the face. I got on to her immediately, took her inside and grounded her.  Within 10 minutes I had calls from other parents and adults calling to make sure I had heard the "whole" story. Yes, she did hit him first, yes he hit her back, and yes, she hit him again. (Madison - 2/Ian - 1) But from the story I have heard, this young man thought he should get on his bike and run Madi and her friend off the side walk (while riding their bikes) and then taunt them, a game he likes to play often. Monday, Madi had just had enough...so she slugged him. She did get in trouble because she is not supposed to hit anyone unless they hit her first, and technically, he didn't harm her. Now, had she gotten hurt when he ran her off the sidewalk...then GAME ON MADI! Kick his butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Plus I feel you should know the history on this brat! When we first moved my employees introduced Madi to Ian so she could have some friends. Within a few days I knew I didn't like him.  He is a short version of the "been there, done that" guy. Meaning, he has done or knows someone who has done it all.  He can top any story, and puts Pinochio to shame! I told Ian if he lied in my house again, he wasn't welcome back. Less than a week later, he was banned from my house, BUT I let Madison make the decision on whether she would be his friend or not. It took about 3 or 4 more weeks before she decided that he was "some-timy" "wishy-washy" "moody" "a liar" and flat out "mean"! She decided not to play with him anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I cannot begin to tell you how bad this crawled his skin. He then took out a personal vendeta against her, being as mean as he possibly could, and trying to turn the other neighborhood kids against her. FAILURE! One by one each of the other kids has decided that they don't like his attitude and meanness either. So his posse has dwindled to the new kid who moved in 2 weeks ago. So he and this new kid do their best to annoy the 10 others who have mastered the art of ignorning them and walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So I did my job as the parent. I let her make her own decision in choosing friends. I let her learn that her decisions aren't always the right ones, and I punished her for doing wrong. What I didn't do is show her how proud of her I am that as a 10 year old girl she could have kicked that 12 year old boy who out weighs her by at least 40 lbs, butt! I think it's funny that he pushed her too far, and I bet he'll think twice before he decides to bully someone who refuses to be bullied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;P.S. As a personal note to Ian's mom. You have done him no favor by pretending he can do no wrong. You've done him no justice babying him. He needs a man figure to show him how to be a man. Why do you think he acts out? Because he thinks that is being a man. I know you aren't married. Neither am I, but that's no excuse. Take him to church, but him on a ball team, let your family fill that role, but you better let a man show him how to be a man, or he just may never become one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5904673255210541831?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5904673255210541831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5904673255210541831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5904673255210541831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5904673255210541831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-yard-drama.html' title='School Yard Drama!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3319760484763995471</id><published>2008-09-19T13:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:34:54.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>ABC...I like you more and more every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In large part that is because you are home to my favorite show, Grey's Anatomy, but more recently, you posted a &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/politics/MatchoMatic/fullpage?id=5542139"&gt; quiz&lt;/a&gt; on your website allowing Americans to vote on issues, without knowing which candidate made the statements they voted on. Basically, you took the "personality" out of the candidate &lt;strong&gt;making&lt;/strong&gt; us choose based on who with actually agree with. &lt;strong&gt;What a concept!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I encourage everyone to stop by and take this 13 question quiz where 2 statements on the same issue are compared. Each presidential candidate made the 2 statements, but you are not enlightened on who said what until it is all over. (Though a few of the questions are obvious).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was nervous, but in the end I agreed with &lt;strong&gt;John McCain&lt;/strong&gt; on 11 out of 13 issues. So, nope! I won't be changing my vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3319760484763995471?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3319760484763995471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3319760484763995471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3319760484763995471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3319760484763995471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/abci-like-you-more-and-more-every-day.html' title='ABC...I like you more and more every day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-359082143656725026</id><published>2008-09-15T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:55:13.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Political Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Whether you love them or hate them, you can not help but laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48ce774e950fc284/48cd03e3d6267dc1/c9518344/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-359082143656725026?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/359082143656725026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=359082143656725026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/359082143656725026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/359082143656725026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-political-humor.html' title='A Little Political Humor'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2795419201977169514</id><published>2008-09-12T14:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:20:24.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>No Gray Area Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think you know who this man is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nBnSJ2-3rIKMCM:http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/09/17/BO_070914115530265_wideweb__300x375.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This possible President of the United States !! Read Below and&lt;br /&gt;ask yourselves, is this REALLY someone we can see as the&lt;br /&gt;President of our great nation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Below are a few lines from Obama's books; In his words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:mVvXyRguIlR16M:http://www.kevinmenzie.com/thinking/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:h8-PHletuoHk_M:http://www.jiggerbug.com/images/jiggerbug/dreamsbarack.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Dreams of My Father:&lt;/span&gt; 'I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Dreams of My Father :&lt;/span&gt; 'I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Dreams of My Father: &lt;/span&gt;'There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Dreams of My Father:&lt;/span&gt; 'It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Dreams of My Father:&lt;/span&gt; 'I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And FINALLY the Most Damming one of ALL of them!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From Audacity of Hope:&lt;/span&gt; 'I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We CANNOT have someone with this type of mentality running our GREAT nation! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;***I have not read either of these books, and cannot guarantee the accuracy of these quotes. Instead I suggest that you do as I intend to do, and check it out for yourself.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2795419201977169514?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2795419201977169514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2795419201977169514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2795419201977169514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2795419201977169514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-gray-area-here.html' title='No Gray Area Here!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-303310896692445111</id><published>2008-09-10T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:27:39.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Country First</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-303310896692445111?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/303310896692445111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=303310896692445111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/303310896692445111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/303310896692445111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/country-first.html' title='Country First'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1339991245870394517</id><published>2008-09-03T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:46:33.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Remember, every time you point a finger, there are 3 more pointing back at you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Someone needs to remind America of the little saying our moms taught us when we were young.  VP Candidate Sarah Palin is under fire now because her 17 year old daughter is pregnant and not married. Now, &lt;strong&gt;in no way am I condoning premarital sex&lt;/strong&gt;, but really, who in America doesn't have a friend of family member who hasn't gone through the same thing. I know my family has...I got pregnant with Madison as a 17 year old senior in high school. And just as Sarah Palin described of her daughter, I had to grow up much faster than my parents ever intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Again, I have to say I am guilty of this also, so if nothing else, I believe I will be reminded and learn several life lessons during this 2008 campaign.  How funny it is that we are quick to point fingers at the other side, and make light of the same (or similar) situations on our side. For instance, boy did the Republicans (myself included) have a field day when President Clinton admitted to his affair with Monica Lewinsky. But to Democrats it was simply "no big deal." "He was just being a man." And now that the tables have turned it is a HUGE deal to Democrats that Bristol Palin is pregnant, and simply a "mistake" to Republicans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;The truth is, it was a mistake. President Clinton made a mistake. So where do you draw the line? What is an acceptable mistake, and what is not? In my opinion Sarah Palin should not be held responsible for her daughter's mistakes. I can certainly vouch that my parents were not responsible for my decision to have premarital sex. In fact, quite the opposite. Just is the case that Barak Obama should not be held responsible for his IGNORANT preacher's comments. (But should be questioned as to why he continued to sit through those sermons, that were obviously more political than Biblical.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;So as of now, I will sit quietly and think things all the way through before I point any fingers in any direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1339991245870394517?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1339991245870394517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1339991245870394517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1339991245870394517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1339991245870394517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-every-time-you-point-finger.html' title='Remember, every time you point a finger, there are 3 more pointing back at you!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2274792937781507154</id><published>2008-08-29T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:05:19.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Who Taught that Boy to Pitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Presidential Candidate John McCain just threw the most beautiful curve ball I have ever seen today when he announced &lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Palin"&gt; Gov. Sarah Palin&lt;/a&gt; as his Vice Presidential Candidate! She wasn't even in the running yesterday. I mean, I guess she was, but I didn't know about it (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did he hit it out of the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, no one knows her...but I bet there have been A LOT more google searches on her name than Biden. She's sparks an interest that no other candidate has, since Obama's first appearance on Oprah. She is beautiful. She's a mom of 5 kids and most recently a son with down syndrome. She's so down to earth...got her start as the president of PTA. (How's that for empowerment. It's like Erin Brockovich all over again.) She was Miss Alaska at one time. She is a member of the NRA, and is married to an Eskimo. Really, has there ever been a more interesting vice president? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really I'm bouncing on walls, and it shows (my writing is all over the place). But I just thought I would reassure Mr. McCain (my number 1 closet reader) that he had made an excellent choice!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2274792937781507154?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2274792937781507154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2274792937781507154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2274792937781507154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2274792937781507154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-taught-that-boy-to-pitch.html' title='Who Taught that Boy to Pitch?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6985076053937781098</id><published>2008-08-28T13:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:07:28.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08 Election'/><title type='text'>Oh No She Didn't Just Get Political</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WE INTERRUPT THIS BLOG TO BRING YOU NEWS ON THE 2008 ELECTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am aware that it is not kosher to discuss politics and religion at work or a dinner party. But I googled it, and didn't see anyway where that it said it wasn't kosher to blog about it, so here I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am 95% Republican. I don't believe I am 100% of anything other than Christian. So as a general rule, I vote along the Republican lines. That being said, I have swayed on an occasion. November 2008 will NOT be one of those occassions. I will certainly not vote Obama-Biden, for many reasons, some educated some just good ole gut feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I tell you that to go into these 2 topics: &lt;u&gt;Know. I Mean Really Know Who You Are Voting For&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;McCain VP Pick&lt;/u&gt;. Which do you want first? Well, too bad, we are going to go with McCain first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;My Take on McCain's VP Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rumor has it John McCain will choose his VP running mate tomorrow. Who will it be? In the running are former candidate Mitt Romney (not a horrible choice, but not my first pick), Former Penn. Governer Tom Ridge (is he really going to help?), Minn. Governer Tim Pawlenty (who?!), and former Dem. Senator Joe Lieberman (my personal choice). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Why Lieberman (besides to prove to Damian I don' t have a problem with Jews I just choose not to go to their church)? Hello, it just makes sense! There are Democrats out there who are not ready to vote for Obama, (maybe because they think he's Muslim, maybe because he's black, maybe because he's not Hillary) but for whatever reason, they aren't willing to wear his shirt just yet. So let's through another Democrat (yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, &lt;em&gt;former&lt;/em&gt;) in the mix, and give them a ship to jump to! Republicans are happy, they have McCain, Democrats are happy, they have Lieberman (or had, again whatever) and Independants are happy, they've got Lieberman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So Mr. McCain, if you happen to stumble upon my blog, (because I know you are a closet reader...I just know it.) and you want my personal opinion...McCain-Lieberman 08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Know Who You Are Voting For!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nothing, I mean almost nothing, okay some things, but not a lot of things piss me off as much as knowing that there are THOUSANDS of Americans (some educated and some not) about to make the most UNEDUCATED vote of their lives. I cannot tell you how many people in the black community I have heard say they are voting Obama simply because he is BLACK! Are you kidding me!? He didn't grow up poor, he doesn't understand your ghetto lifestyle anymore than John McCain. He isn't going to be able to empathize with you more than me just because he is darker than I am. What is that!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't have a personal problem with people voting for Obama because they believe in what he stands for. On that, we just agree to disagree, and I continue to respect your opinion. But for those who would elect a man as first in command to one of the largest nations in the world simply because of the color of his skin. It's just sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Stepping down off soap box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And now back to your regular scheduled blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6985076053937781098?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6985076053937781098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6985076053937781098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6985076053937781098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6985076053937781098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-no-she-didnt-just-get-political.html' title='Oh No She Didn&apos;t Just Get Political'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2052441421952216064</id><published>2008-08-22T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:49:49.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow + 24 Kids = Birthday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tommorrow is Madi's birthday party at Monkey Joe's! Fun will be had by all (big kids too!) Pictures will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2052441421952216064?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2052441421952216064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2052441421952216064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2052441421952216064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2052441421952216064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow-24-kids-birthday-fun.html' title='Tomorrow + 24 Kids = Birthday Fun!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4482125707366449336</id><published>2008-08-15T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:20:33.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days and 6 Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My neighbor and her husband are in their mid to late 30s (I'm guessing). They are both on their 2nd marriages and have a total of 6 kids...ALL BOYS! 4 are from her first marriage and 2 are theirs together, which means yes, she gave birth to all 6. The oldest is 17 then 13, 12, 10, 5, and 2. He is the courtesy officer at my apartment community and works for the police department. She sells insurance. As you can imagine with six kids they generally make just enough to get by. Over the last 4 years he has gone to school full time (in addition to working full time) and got his degree in IT. The Police Department then told him they didn't have a job in IT for him, and he remains under paid in the same job...until October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;For the sake of his family, Tom will leave in October to go to Iraq as an independant contractor doing only God knows, and using his IT degree. He will receive approx. $20,000 as a sign on bonus and be paid an average of $11,000 - $16,000 per &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; depending on the job he is assigned. That is $132,000 to $192,000 a year! (I'd say that's quite a jump from $32,000 on the Police Force!) He has to sign on for a year, and will receive 1 paid trip home. He has the option to take 2 additional 1 week trips home, but he will have to pay for them (which shouldn't be an issue with the money he will be making).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now my questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Would you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Would you let your spouse do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Could you stay home with 6 kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Is this really the "only" way they can get ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Is he really going because he just realized they have 6 kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Is it wrong that I'd like to sign Damian up too? :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hey, it's not like we haven't lived in seperate states half of our relationship anyway, and this time its for $100,000+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4482125707366449336?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4482125707366449336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4482125707366449336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4482125707366449336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4482125707366449336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/365-days-and-6-kids.html' title='365 Days and 6 Kids'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4552047238171365851</id><published>2008-08-11T13:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:10:37.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:m3PJ4ARXahs93M:http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:m3PJ4ARXahs93M:http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:m3PJ4ARXahs93M:http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/5729_birthday_woman_with_candle_on_a_birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, guess what! Apparently during the month of July I had a blogoversary! Go figure! Well happy Blogoversary to me. It's okay you don't have to congratulate me. It's kinda like being seperated during your anniversary; it's kind of a sore subject. I mean its not like I blog all the time these days. Maybe I could start going to counseling. Or maybe if we just communicated more we could save this relationship. Well, for now I'm going to put on my party hat and celebrate (because nothing else matters if chocolate is involved!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So for those of you who care, and are wondering just what is going on in the life of Skittle here is a quick list of one liners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have a job (which is always good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm all moved in and settled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Madi started her new school last Monday. (I have a 5th grader!!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Damian is still in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I tried to adopt a dog, but Damian reminded me of my promise not to until we get married (grrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My new leasing agent is less than desirable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aparently I am "WOW" worthy with my hair cut and a tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now that "So You Think You Can Dance" is over I don't know what I'll watch til Grey's starts back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am going to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's sad to know I haven't really updated in months and that is all I can come up with. I lead one &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4552047238171365851?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4552047238171365851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4552047238171365851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4552047238171365851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4552047238171365851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-guess-what-apparently-during-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4452856820026749709</id><published>2008-08-11T13:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:36:13.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper sticker'/><title type='text'>Bumper Sticker of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SKB4UYnbZzI/AAAAAAAAATk/-pIJX7CJazE/s1600-h/bumpersticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I just love bumper stickers. Well, I love reading them. I don't want one on my car, but I love to read everyone elses. Anyway. I saw this one today and it made me laugh. I'm thinking of starting a weekly bumper sticker blog. Which would mean, I would actually have to blog weekly. Man, I wish I loved this site like I used to. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233315205740693634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SKB4c8vTCII/AAAAAAAAATs/xJ0JAsQ7Cf8/s320/bumpersticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4452856820026749709?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4452856820026749709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4452856820026749709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4452856820026749709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4452856820026749709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/08/bumper-sticker-of-week.html' title='Bumper Sticker of the Week'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SKB4c8vTCII/AAAAAAAAATs/xJ0JAsQ7Cf8/s72-c/bumpersticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4614841010099776325</id><published>2008-07-28T10:36:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:02:33.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renaissance Festival'/><title type='text'>Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Summer is almost gone and camp is over. To close out for the year, Trinity Woods had a Renaissance festival, and Madi had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3eLLaesMI/AAAAAAAAATc/hl5T8UkQNpg/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228079026070794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3eLLaesMI/AAAAAAAAATc/hl5T8UkQNpg/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;She enjoyed archery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3ctU_gDYI/AAAAAAAAATU/gjMB_gP5FJI/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228077413734288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3ctU_gDYI/AAAAAAAAATU/gjMB_gP5FJI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Spear throwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3ck8xV-OI/AAAAAAAAATM/LeyxK5GRCZ0/s1600-h/016+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228077269793503458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3ck8xV-OI/AAAAAAAAATM/LeyxK5GRCZ0/s320/016+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And took quite a fall on Jacob's Ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3cVScDJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/NaLXgT5Oyus/s1600-h/042+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228077000731862898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3cVScDJ3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/NaLXgT5Oyus/s320/042+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;She was a natural at bobbing for apples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3b88LnoKI/AAAAAAAAASs/tigiZKgOM1g/s1600-h/038+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076582440509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3b88LnoKI/AAAAAAAAASs/tigiZKgOM1g/s320/038+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then we made is across the bridge, pass the troll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076710263076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3cEYW5OGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XopOY5bjY3E/s320/039+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well, almost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3btAX0yvI/AAAAAAAAASk/vCRmlaDNWDU/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076308687538930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3btAX0yvI/AAAAAAAAASk/vCRmlaDNWDU/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And on to the sword fighting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3bi-nR8AI/AAAAAAAAASc/uSTyzAKqMoY/s1600-h/031+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076136416800770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3bi-nR8AI/AAAAAAAAASc/uSTyzAKqMoY/s320/031+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3athvQWlI/AAAAAAAAASM/MVJoe_nlF_E/s1600-h/036+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228075218132556370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3athvQWlI/AAAAAAAAASM/MVJoe_nlF_E/s320/036+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228075526681614306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3a_fLFV-I/AAAAAAAAASU/c9gF5EHC97E/s320/035+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Where Stephan was victorious and earned the throne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;All in all we had a good day and a new experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4614841010099776325?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4614841010099776325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4614841010099776325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4614841010099776325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4614841010099776325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/renaissance.html' title='Renaissance'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SI3eLLaesMI/AAAAAAAAATc/hl5T8UkQNpg/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4218537694491050230</id><published>2008-07-28T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:52:25.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers...the New Kids on the Block for todays kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think my daughter is in love with the Jonas Brothers as much as I was in love with Joe from New Kids on the Block when I was here age.  Madi's birthday is August 26th and the Jonas Brothers are going to be in Atlanta on August 20th. Of course tickets are already sold out. All that is left is lawn seats. It just may have to do. :(  Hopefully she will enjoy the concert a little bit more than she did when she was 6 and we went to see Jesse McCartney. We had lawn seats.  It rained, we were cold and miserable. She got to see him, and then was ready to go. She's older now, so hopefully we can get our moneys worth this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4218537694491050230?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4218537694491050230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4218537694491050230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4218537694491050230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4218537694491050230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jonas-brothersthe-new-kids-on-block-for.html' title='Jonas Brothers...the New Kids on the Block for todays kids!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5986454914306888015</id><published>2008-07-17T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:01:19.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SH_rS3XeAkI/AAAAAAAAASE/Etr-e2GrBrg/s1600-h/Pink+highlights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224152802105623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SH_rS3XeAkI/AAAAAAAAASE/Etr-e2GrBrg/s320/Pink+highlights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I took a picture of the top of my hair so you can see the color. I still haven't really taken any good pictures of the cut. Oh, well! Mostly because this whole week I have been by myself. Madi spent the week with my Mom and Damian left for Texas. It has kinda been a nice little break, but now I am ready for BOTH of them to come back. At least Madi comes home tomorrow. I still have 45 days until Damian comes home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5986454914306888015?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5986454914306888015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5986454914306888015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5986454914306888015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5986454914306888015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SH_rS3XeAkI/AAAAAAAAASE/Etr-e2GrBrg/s72-c/Pink+highlights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3870042897292330361</id><published>2008-07-14T09:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:46:34.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtmYPX6tTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jOn76uV9X6s/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222880759495963954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtmYPX6tTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jOn76uV9X6s/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What are YOU looking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtmNyFPifI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rhJrdQiIQ0E/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not doing so good about this whole updating thing. I'll get better. I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, this weekend was my birthday. Happy Birthday to Me! I turned 28. Really, 28 is getting a little too close to 30 for my comfort. Ugh! Well, in an effort to stay young I dyed my hair pink! :) Why not? Okay really, I highlighted it and got a few pink highlights too. (So I exaggerated a bit.) You can't tell all that well from the pictures below, but it's all I got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and on a negative note, Damian left this morning to work in Texas for 2 months. I swear if he stays a day longer than 2 months I just might not wait! (Who am I kidding. I'll wait. I'll be pissed, but I'll wait.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222877809463537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtjshpYL9I/AAAAAAAAARU/lxjsOmbdRAU/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Birthday Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222878364583262482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtkM1oO-RI/AAAAAAAAARc/6ecM7CxSx48/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With Madison and Abby (my niece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222879122347913346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtk48hZ8II/AAAAAAAAARs/eXBsvXuhAK0/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Madison, &lt;a href="http://mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mandypoo&lt;/a&gt;, and Natalie (my other niece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3870042897292330361?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3870042897292330361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3870042897292330361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3870042897292330361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3870042897292330361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-year-come-and-gone.html' title='Another Year Come and Gone'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SHtmYPX6tTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jOn76uV9X6s/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8617584742070822054</id><published>2008-06-27T23:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:41:23.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Lessons'/><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tomorrow Madi and I move into our new home. It feels so good to know I have a place of my own again! I am so blessed that I have parents who were willing and able to help me when I was down, but I'm glad to see the end. These last 8 months have been some of the hardest times in my life. I have been tested in every area of my life....my job, my health, my finances, my family, my relationship, my pride, my dignity...every thing. Some areas I passed. Some I failed. Some I'm still working on. All in all I'm stronger on this side. I can't say I'm glad I went through it (maybe someday, but not today), but I can say that I survived it...and sometimes even gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So a new test begins tomorrow. Will I have learned from it all? Will I do better this time around? I sure hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8617584742070822054?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8617584742070822054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8617584742070822054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8617584742070822054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8617584742070822054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6992361806430074148</id><published>2008-06-18T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:13:29.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Working is Hard Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gosh! I forgot how much work, work is! I'm exhausted! I've decided unemployment isn't such a bad thing...it's actually kind of nice, but the pay really sucks :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seriously, work has been good. No drama (so far). I'm just not used to staying awake all day since I've been able to take a nap any time I want for the last 3 months. I'm thinking of implementing a community wide Siesta. I think it's an excellent idea. I think I'll put it in my marketing plan and see what they say in the home office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6992361806430074148?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6992361806430074148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6992361806430074148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6992361806430074148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6992361806430074148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-is-hard-work.html' title='Working is Hard Work!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2985037169483821168</id><published>2008-06-16T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:34:40.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Seems like my life continually brings new meaning to the song. I got a phone call today from my new boss just letting me know that because of all the "stuff" surrounding Nicole's termination, the company would no longer be allowing family and friends to work for the same apartment communities. Wouldn't you know that the property I will be working at is Damian's biggest job.  He makes about 2/3 of his money at this property. Now he will no longer be able to work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;It is just SO frustrating. I've been out of work for months, and I FINALLY get a job, and now Damian loses work because of it.  I told him I would just turn down the job, and he could continue supporting me. :) That was a no go. :) Well, I guess we'll just see what's around the next corner. But in the mean time...I'm going to go pout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2985037169483821168?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2985037169483821168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2985037169483821168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2985037169483821168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2985037169483821168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Party and I&apos;ll Cry if I Want To!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3814081486195796768</id><published>2008-06-12T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:15:49.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Bitter-Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a job!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got a phone call today from my old boss at the "temporary" job. I talked with her yesterday, asking if she had anything...the answer was no. Today, she called and said "Do you still want a job?" &lt;strong&gt;Sweet!&lt;/strong&gt; So I said yes. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; I asked where. That is where the &lt;strong&gt;bitter &lt;/strong&gt;part comes in. Unfortunately, one of my good friends crossed the line, and was let go. It was hard to celebrate, when I knew and understand just what Nicole was going through at that very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I called Nicole, and made sure she was okay with me taking the job. She understood, and said she would rather it be me than anyone else. I start on Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3814081486195796768?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3814081486195796768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3814081486195796768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3814081486195796768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3814081486195796768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter-Sweet'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1947472999140689401</id><published>2008-06-11T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:42:13.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Who Are These People, and How Are They Related To Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SFCMxJFHK0I/AAAAAAAAARM/pNugQ5f64ew/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819544746502978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SFCMxJFHK0I/AAAAAAAAARM/pNugQ5f64ew/s200/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My cousin is in town from Texas this week. Since I'm not working, I've been able to spend the days with her. Today, we both went to our grandparents house for lunch. When I got there, my cousin answered the door. She said my grandparents were in the back fixing my grandpa's hair. I thought maybe he needed a quick trim or something...Nope. She was combing his hair. Apparently she combs his hair everyday. My cousin's response..."Y'all are funny." I believe that was the understatement of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Now when my Nana was alive, she did an&lt;strong&gt; awful &lt;/strong&gt;lot for my grandpa...so much in fact that the family really had to step up when she died. She cooked his meals, laid out his medications, ironed and set out his clothes, etc. But she NEVER combed his hair if she wasn't cutting it. Nope, I'm pretty sure she would have informed him that he had &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; perfectly good hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Papa and my stepgrandma (who I love) are hilarious though. They dress alike. She clips his fingernails (something else I learned today). They go everywhere together, and sometimes that is just awkward (like when he is the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; man at a baby shower). They are good for each other...and great for me when I need a laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1947472999140689401?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1947472999140689401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1947472999140689401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1947472999140689401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1947472999140689401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-are-these-people-and-how-are-they.html' title='Who Are These People, and How Are They Related To Me?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SFCMxJFHK0I/AAAAAAAAARM/pNugQ5f64ew/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4549334516405249622</id><published>2008-06-08T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:30:34.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper removal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper stripping'/><title type='text'>86 Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My parents live in a time warp, and have for quite some time now. They bought this house 15 years ago, and it was covered in wallpaper head to toe. No seriously, COVERED! The kitchen: all the way around the bottom half. The dining room: all the way around the bottom half. Living room: the same, but with PINK walls on the top half. Foyer: top to bottom wallpaper. 1/2 Bath: top to bottom again. Hall: top to bottom with 2 DIFFERENT KINDS OF WALLPAPER. (That's just wrong!) And finishing off the downstairs 2 full baths with top to bottom wallpaper and border! (Luckily the bedrooms were free of this monstrosity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;About 6 months ago, my parents stripped the kitchen and dining room, and began updating those rooms. Friday, I felt the need to help move things along. So I tore strips of wallpaper from the living room and hallway. No big deal in the living room. The paper tore perfectly in the strips it was put on. HOWEVER, the hall, on the other hand looked like bad art work when I got through. I ripped a few strips here in there...some 1" wide, some 6" wide. Some 3" tall others 30" tall. :) It was quite the eye sore! (Wish I had taken pictures.) So, Saturday, when I got home, mom and dad had set up to begin removing the rest. In a matter of 4 hours and 4 people, we stripped the hall entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The moral of my story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Wallpaper is of the devil. Don't be tempted. It is a sin. Stand strong and don't do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. After 6 months of talking about doing it, it only took 1 day of seeing it 1/2 way done to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. 4 Hours &amp;amp; 4 People...that crap was on there good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Obviously, since this was the only thing I posted about...my weekend sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4549334516405249622?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4549334516405249622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4549334516405249622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4549334516405249622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4549334516405249622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/86-wallpaper.html' title='86 Wallpaper'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4781927023114904597</id><published>2008-06-04T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:40:04.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Bri Fashion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSlWQebuFUM/SEQZNlAiSwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/BG9QdUN0nsE/s320/bob_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSlWQebuFUM/SEQZNlAiSwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/BG9QdUN0nsE/s320/bob_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Brianne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew your real name was Brianne, it was always Bri, and since your last name was so hard to pronouce, I just always assumed your first name was the same. There I go stereotyping you native Americans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was your party! What a great idea. Your family never would have been able to do it if it hadn't been your idea. But it was definately a Bri party! Several people came in their Bri fashion with tye-dye shirts, mis-matched fashions, and trucker hats. We definately met new people and mingled. Heck, I even met the doctor who delivered you! Outside of your mom, he had us all beat for the one who had known you the longest. Some impression you must have made on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was long to see you. Most of us just stopped in for a minute because you were so tired. Your mom sat with you the whole day though. We knew it wouldn't be long, and honestly most of us felt like you would leave us as soon as the party was over. I know you were hanging on to go out with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 tonight, you closed your eyes for the last time. You peacefully slipped away, and left your party here on earth to join the huge celebration in heaven. We all imagined, you were looking down, going "Guys! You call that a party?! You should see how they do it up here." But we gave it our best. I do have a confession. Despite the fact that we all told you we wouldn't...we did cry. But don't worry, we didn't let the sadness last too long. Liz started it off telling funny stories, and your mom, and grandma, Ashley, Bo, and your brothers shared story after story, keeping us all entertained. You were quite the funny girl you know....yeah, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri, you were an incredible girl...start to finish. You never conformed, and never fit into life's box. But most importantly, you were selfless. I'll never forget the Sunday at church when Damian told you that I was going to have another surgery the next day. You made a point to tell me that you had chemo the next day, and nothing better to do during your treatment than to pray for me during my surgery. You truly are a great friend! I can't wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prUxiNiQViM/SD8_tjmaUnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Aanzx-q0NuY/S259/P5140026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prUxiNiQViM/SD8_tjmaUnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Aanzx-q0NuY/S259/P5140026.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prUxiNiQViM/RwbRj4cHddI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ASg5Cpkttfs/S259/100_5005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prUxiNiQViM/RwbRj4cHddI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ASg5Cpkttfs/S259/100_5005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4781927023114904597?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4781927023114904597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4781927023114904597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4781927023114904597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4781927023114904597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-bri-fashion.html' title='In Bri Fashion!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gSlWQebuFUM/SEQZNlAiSwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/BG9QdUN0nsE/s72-c/bob_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6098200260147496118</id><published>2008-06-02T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:52:55.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;In September, when I was diagnosed with skin cancer, we found out a 21 year old friend of ours was diagnosed with Leukemia. She began chemo and radiation immediately. Her prognosis was good. Around November she reached a point where she could receive a bone marrow transplant. However, because she is Native American, they knew there would be difficulty finding a match. In December, God answered her prayers and she received a 10 out of 10 match, despite all the odds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Unfortunately, she got sick during that time, and her immune system would not allow for the transplant. Over the last 9 months she has gone through 8 rounds of chemo, constantly battling the percentage of leukemia blasts in her bone marrow. During her illness she would be unable to receive chemo and her blasts levels would increase to levels too high for a transplant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Friday, she was told she had little chance of recovery or remission. She and her family made the decision to stop treatment. Because of the rapid spread of her leukemia, as well as pneumonia, septicimia, &amp;amp; a fungal infection on her skin, she is expected to live only another week or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Please pray for her family. Bri is completely at peace, and ready to go home to her father. However, after 9 months of fighting with her, I know that when Bri goes home, her family will need all our prayers. In the mean time, her family will be holding a Brianne-abration (or Celebration of Life) for Bri before she passes. I sure it will be hard for all who attend, but what an honor for Bri to be able to see one last time the many lives she has touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Feel free to visit her &lt;a href="http://www.bri-vs-all.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to learn about her battle, her life, and her Brianne-abration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6098200260147496118?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6098200260147496118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6098200260147496118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6098200260147496118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6098200260147496118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/06/celebration-of-life.html' title='Celebration of Life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5109066861353886467</id><published>2008-05-30T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:03:18.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weekly Weigh In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I haven't kept up with this as promised. Mostly because I cheated, and there isn't must to post. I started on Friday, May 16th at 132 lbs. Wednesday, May 21st I was down 2 lbs. to 130 lbs! Unfortunately, while in Orlando I ate whatever, whenever, however...so I'm back up to 132 lbs. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I'm back on track with my diet and my work outs, so hopefully next week I'll have better news to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I plan to post pictures too...so we can track my shrinking waisteline...(and booty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5109066861353886467?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5109066861353886467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5109066861353886467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5109066861353886467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5109066861353886467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekly-weigh-in.html' title='Weekly Weigh In'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-465517980941708646</id><published>2008-05-28T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:04:58.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Too Much Boob Tube?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GnufwCIMzA1quM:http://www.weaselette.com/images/comics/comic_boobtube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GnufwCIMzA1quM:http://www.weaselette.com/images/comics/comic_boobtube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have got to turn this darn thing off! I have sat in front of the stupid thing all day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-465517980941708646?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/465517980941708646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=465517980941708646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/465517980941708646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/465517980941708646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-boob-tube.html' title='Too Much Boob Tube?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2385471717389333504</id><published>2008-05-28T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:23:33.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures make the day a little better</title><content type='html'>Or at least they make my day better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDzeMCECgcI/AAAAAAAAARE/2gSEWR4lus8/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDzeMCECgcI/AAAAAAAAARE/2gSEWR4lus8/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279567627059650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2385471717389333504?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2385471717389333504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2385471717389333504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2385471717389333504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2385471717389333504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-make-day-little-better.html' title='Pictures make the day a little better'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDzeMCECgcI/AAAAAAAAARE/2gSEWR4lus8/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5717307908666838179</id><published>2008-05-27T23:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:14:20.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogitive'/><title type='text'>Calling All Numismatists</title><content type='html'>I actually had to look that word up. Well, to be honest, I looked up "Coin Collector" because I knew there was a term for it, but didn't know what it was. So if you didn't know either, now you do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monaco Rare Coin is part of the Monex family of companies, who apparently is a big name in coin collecting.  I myself, am not a coin collector. I didn't even do the 50 state quarter collection or the yearly penny collections that my dad and sister did. Nope, in fact, I pretty much spend every coin that passes through my hands. I would probably make a numismatist faint from my lack of knowledge and/or care of where my coins come from or go to. This is probably mostly due to my lack of knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell one coin from the next? And how do you know when you have come across a valuable coin? You see commercials all the time for coins, but what if they are all scams? I mean, really, should you pay $5.00 for a quarter? Isn't that $4.75 too much? I guess the answer is to go through a &lt;a href="http://www.zoomcoin.com/"&gt;coin dealer&lt;/a&gt;. With a company like Monaco Rare Coin, you know you are dealing with people who really know their stuff. With over 40 years buying and selling coins, you can be confident in the products and advise you get. You wouldn't buy stocks without going to the expert, so why would you buy coins without going to the expert?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5717307908666838179?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5717307908666838179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5717307908666838179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5717307908666838179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5717307908666838179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-all-numismatists.html' title='Calling All Numismatists'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3385701690036171912</id><published>2008-05-27T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:50:30.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pay Per Post'/><title type='text'>LA {police} Gear?</title><content type='html'>Do you know anyone who is a member of the police force or sheriff department? LA Police Gear has a website full of police gear including the &lt;a href="http://www.lapolicegear.com/511shirts.html"&gt;5.11 Tactical Shirts&lt;/a&gt;. I assume this means there were at least 5.10 tries before this one to get it right? Hopefully, you aren't one of the guys wearing shirt 5.1 or something. For all you know, it won't actually stop a speeding bullet. And if you are, you just might want to trade it in for a new model.  Seriously, you should look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those of you who have no interest in police gear. The site actually sells Under Armour also. I know Damian, being the athlete he is, swears by that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4gmt5c" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a sponsored post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3385701690036171912?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3385701690036171912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3385701690036171912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3385701690036171912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3385701690036171912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-police-gear.html' title='LA {police} Gear?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-620595690851963456</id><published>2008-05-24T17:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:59:07.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><title type='text'>4 Hours of Sleep in 48 Hours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tired doesn't begin to describe how I felt this morning. After only 3 hours of sleep Friday morning I got to the Atlanta airport at 8:30a.m...plenty of time for my 10:20 flight...concourse A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204061583621390674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiKcCECgVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/74F6JVaHf7I/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unfortunately, this is as close as I actually got to the plane. Yep, I missed the flight. The next flight was at 12:15...concourse B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204062236456419682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiLCCECgWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JH86hcgJ6aE/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep, you guessed it. This is as close to that flight as I got, also! Stupid stand-by! Next flight 1:30p.m...concourse E. 2:30...concourse T. 3:30...concourse A. Okay, throw me a bone here! I have got to get on a plane some time today! I plug in my laptop, work my magic and discover I can fly into Daytona Beach at 4:00....oh, crap...RUN! Finally, I make a flight, and get into Daytona Beach at 5:15p.m. &lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, my luggage did not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frances (my neighbors mother) picked me up, ran me to the store to get a few necessities which I had packed in my luggage, and dropped me off at 7:00p.m. to wait in line. My place in line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204064482724315506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiNEyECgXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ykRZxTm3bIk/s200/004.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All in all about 25 people slept outside in line, and over 700 showed up to try out. It was a blast! I can't wait to hear in August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204065148444246402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiNriECgYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/TG8D86oYqJY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, that is Kid Romeo in the middle...No. I didn't have any idea who he was. Like I watch wrestling!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204065943013196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiOZyECgZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/668srS7GXSs/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204066106221953442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiOjSECgaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dkPs6iWptQk/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, and did I meantion it stormed while we camped outside? Thankfully, we were under an awning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204066488474042802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiO5iECgbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kdrXjXrK2ow/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-620595690851963456?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/620595690851963456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=620595690851963456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/620595690851963456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/620595690851963456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-hours-of-sleep-in-48-hours.html' title='4 Hours of Sleep in 48 Hours!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SDiKcCECgVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/74F6JVaHf7I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8010514556510085683</id><published>2008-05-23T06:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:22:58.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too Early!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:aZ2YW7Un2PmdGM:http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/17500/17511/600_17511_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:aZ2YW7Un2PmdGM:http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/17500/17511/600_17511_lg.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;6:16 a.m. I am so tired!! I didn't get up this early when I actually worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited last night, I didn't fall asleep until ater 3:00 a.m.! My alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. That, my friends, is not a lot of sleep. And considering tonights sleep will be in a sleeping bag propped up against a building...I'm thinking by the end of this trip, I might be a rather grumpy Skittle. But for now...I'M SO EXCITED! I'M ON MY WAY TO APPLY FOR SURVIVOR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8010514556510085683?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8010514556510085683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8010514556510085683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8010514556510085683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8010514556510085683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-too-early.html' title='It&apos;s too Early!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-43816808125359420</id><published>2008-05-20T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:56:54.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><title type='text'>The Flight is Booked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The plans are made. I am going to Orlando! I will sleep outside the building on Friday night to make sure I will be there for the 9:00a.m. opening! The excitement is definately building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-43816808125359420?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/43816808125359420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=43816808125359420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/43816808125359420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/43816808125359420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/flight-is-booked.html' title='The Flight is Booked...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-750146777479815053</id><published>2008-05-19T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:16:50.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>And I was so happy before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:I-ana4Wtx5XHtM:http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/eeyore/eeyore-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:I-ana4Wtx5XHtM:http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/eeyore/eeyore-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="660000"&gt;It sucks when you have days so bad, you can't even celebrate the good. I have everything worked out for my Survivor casting call, and it will only cost me $45 + food...2 days in Orlando, flight, car...and all I have to front is $45! Crazy, huh?! So I should be ecstatic, right? Well, I'm excited, but that is about as far as it goes. It doesn't run any deeper, because quite honestly, despair is beginning to set in. &lt;strong&gt;I am still out of work!&lt;/strong&gt; This cannot continue to go on. What do I do? Do I continue to wait it out? I am collecting unemployment, but that too will end. (I do still have 18 weeks though.) Do I cave, and just take any ole' job? Wait tables? What do I do?! I had 2 interviews over the last 2 weeks....0 call backs. No idea why on the first one, but the second guy told me up front..."Most of the time when I hire girls your age, they end up more trouble than it's worth." As if &lt;em&gt;my age&lt;/em&gt; was 16 or something...&lt;strong&gt;I'm 27 for goodness sake!&lt;/strong&gt; And almost 28 for that matter! Do you have to hit the big 30 in order to get some respect in the real world? And if so, what rock do you want me to live under until then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Survivor thing seems to be the only thing holding me up from drowning...and its a shot in the dark. One in a million. It's like playing the lottery with your last dollar. I have to cling to it. Maybe tomorrow will be better...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-750146777479815053?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/750146777479815053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=750146777479815053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/750146777479815053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/750146777479815053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-was-so-happy-before.html' title='And I was so happy before...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2421389964759362324</id><published>2008-05-18T19:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:18:32.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBS'/><title type='text'>I Will Survive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="333366"&gt;Since the first season of Survivor in 2001, I have been a huge fan! I have wanted to be on the show, and have applied several times. This year, for the first time ever, CBS is having open casting calls. The only two locations were in Seattle, WA and Wilkes-Barre, PA. Because of the limited flights to Wilkes-Barre, I decided I would have to go to Seattle to apply. I am fortunate to have flight benefits with Delta because of my dad's job, but the fight was still going to cost me $180...money I don't have right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that have happened in my life over the last 7 months, staying home yesterday, and not flying out to Seattle, was one of the most difficult things for me. Knowing that I couldn't take that money from my daughter and our needs, I had to sacrifice and not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I looked on CBS.com and there were 2 more locations listed!!! One is in Florida, just outside of Orlando. A plane ticket will cost me $45! So, I'm going to get my things in order, so that Friday night, I can board a plane to Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the next Survivor!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:zcND6SAPTo_hqM:http://www.superchefblog.com/images/survivor_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:zcND6SAPTo_hqM:http://www.superchefblog.com/images/survivor_logo.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2421389964759362324?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2421389964759362324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2421389964759362324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2421389964759362324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2421389964759362324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5298198711962852691</id><published>2008-05-18T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:51:47.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser = Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mizfrogspad.com/Graphics-Diet/WeightLossCartoon1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mizfrogspad.com/Graphics-Diet/WeightLossCartoon1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I stepped on the scales at the gym. I weigh now what I weighed the day I checked into the hospital to deliver my daughter almost 10 years ago! WHAT!?! Now granted, I was etheopian skinny prior to getting pregnant, and only gained 30 lbs. during my pregnancy (all of which I lost by Madi's 2 week check-up). But as of today I weight 132 pounds! (Yes, I did just publish my weight for the world to see. I mean, it's not like the world around me can't see it on me, so why shouldn't I just share it with you too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I also realize that 132 is not fat. I am 5'4" and should by "medical standards" weigh between 114 and 152. And a number is just that...a number. But that number includes &lt;strong&gt;zero&lt;/strong&gt; muscle....just fat. I have gone from a size 4, two years ago, to a size 6 last year, and now I'm pushing an 8. And up until around age 25 I was a size 2 or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of Friday, the diet and exercise has started...for real! I'm not dieting in the sense of lettuce and carrots only, but more grilled chicken instead of fried; fruit instead of fries; and skipping desserts (yes, even those glorious Triple Chocolate Meltdowns at Applebees). And I've bought every 100 calorie snack out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will post my weight every Wednesday for the world to see. My goal weight = 115. That means 17 pounds to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5298198711962852691?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5298198711962852691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5298198711962852691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5298198711962852691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5298198711962852691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/biggest-loser-me.html' title='The Biggest Loser = Me!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7583422604347816601</id><published>2008-05-13T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:28:42.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is a See-Saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:w8BOAzRw5L1cDM:http://www.brainbasedbusiness.com/seesaw-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:w8BOAzRw5L1cDM:http://www.brainbasedbusiness.com/seesaw-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:w8BOAzRw5L1cDM:http://www.brainbasedbusiness.com/seesaw-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm the fat kid stuck at the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7583422604347816601?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7583422604347816601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7583422604347816601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7583422604347816601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7583422604347816601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-is-see-saw.html' title='My Life is a See-Saw'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7918591706231058289</id><published>2008-05-12T15:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:22:04.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Macon's Mother's Day Mayhem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Less than a mile from my old apartment&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimkzj93aI/AAAAAAAAANw/5LCDTJ7130I/s1600-h/Thomaston+Road"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimkzj93aI/AAAAAAAAANw/5LCDTJ7130I/s320/Thomaston+Road" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199588921045802402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Golden Arches (or Arch in this case) says it all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCiltTj93XI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y7xdlyprzz0/s1600-h/Arch+Damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCiltTj93XI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y7xdlyprzz0/s320/Arch+Damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199587967563062642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Damage to my beloved Krispy Kream...Get Well Soon, We Miss You!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCiljzj93WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bpABbw1acR0/s1600-h/Krispy+Kream+damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCiljzj93WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bpABbw1acR0/s320/Krispy+Kream+damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199587804354305378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Academy Sports store front&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimADj93YI/AAAAAAAAANg/WqklnGBt_0Q/s1600-h/Academy+damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimADj93YI/AAAAAAAAANg/WqklnGBt_0Q/s320/Academy+damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199588289685609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Very few trees were left standing on the campus of Macon State College&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCigBDj93VI/AAAAAAAAANI/3PW2h7oOP1w/s1600-h/Macon+State+Damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCigBDj93VI/AAAAAAAAANI/3PW2h7oOP1w/s320/Macon+State+Damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199581709795712338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Walls destroyed at concession stand.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimQTj93ZI/AAAAAAAAANo/lJbC-pi2Ims/s1600-h/Walls+Destroyed"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimQTj93ZI/AAAAAAAAANo/lJbC-pi2Ims/s320/Walls+Destroyed" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199588568858484114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The tornado picked up a trailer and dropped it in the neighboring parking lot of Olympia Skate Rink&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCifRTj93UI/AAAAAAAAANA/bcVCPSxM8ak/s1600-h/United+Rental+Damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCifRTj93UI/AAAAAAAAANA/bcVCPSxM8ak/s320/United+Rental+Damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199580889456958786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And a look at the skating rink behind the trailer! Lots of childhood memories in that building!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCifAzj93TI/AAAAAAAAAM4/t-Ji3UmY0fE/s1600-h/Olympia+Damage"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCifAzj93TI/AAAAAAAAAM4/t-Ji3UmY0fE/s320/Olympia+Damage" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199580605989117234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7918591706231058289?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7918591706231058289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7918591706231058289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7918591706231058289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7918591706231058289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/macons-mothers-day-mayhem.html' title='Macon&apos;s Mother&apos;s Day Mayhem!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SCimkzj93aI/AAAAAAAAANw/5LCDTJ7130I/s72-c/Thomaston+Road' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3424664765367877123</id><published>2008-05-11T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:25:35.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storms'/><title type='text'>The Storms Are Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;Holy Smoke! Last night was brutal! There were several thunderstorms, lightening storms, and even a few tornados that touched down in Macon last night. One apartment community on the lake was severely damaged. Several house have been destroyed with reports of them "exploding" and one even "splitting in half"! Crazy, huh? The Sheriff's department has issued a warning "Do NOT leave your home!" Most of the churches in the area have cancelled services (some out of necessity). Right now, if you aren't leaving your house for an emergency (i.e. Mrs. Mandypoo's husband going to pick up his brother, who's house is destroyed) then you could get a ticket for being on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are expecting a milder version of round 2 this afternoon. It's likely to cause flooding! The last time Macon flooded, my house personally didn't have any damage, but much of Macon did, including the water plant, which it took &lt;strong&gt;3 weeks&lt;/strong&gt; to repair! That means some people went 3 weeks without water! Thank God for a well! I hope they are prepared for this afternoon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3424664765367877123?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3424664765367877123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3424664765367877123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3424664765367877123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3424664765367877123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/storms-are-coming.html' title='The Storms Are Coming!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5755910876382909752</id><published>2008-05-09T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:45:00.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird news'/><title type='text'>Stop It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Bible says "Be fruitful and multiply." NOT over populate Arkansas! Apparently, Michelle Duggar (age 41) is pregnant with baby number &lt;strong&gt;18!&lt;/strong&gt; According to this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080509/ap_on_re_us/18_kids/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; the oldest is 20, and the youngest just 9 months! Isn't there a 6 weeks waiting period?!? Could you not wait?! And seriously, this must be the most fertile man and woman on the planet! Plus, I'm positive by baby number 6, you will never be the same...gravity can only do some much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a show about them on the Discovery Channel last year, and apparently, they have a series coming out soon. I guess when you have 19 mouths to feed, you gotta make some extra income somewhere. Well, at least they are taking care of the children, and from what I saw on the show, the kids all seem like good kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I guess the thing that bothers me the most about this story is that Michelle Duggar said that she and her husband will keep having children as long as God wills it! What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out more about the family on their &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/ap/ap_on_re_us/storytext/18_kids/27414809/SIG=10tcv877k/*http://www.duggarfamily.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5755910876382909752?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5755910876382909752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5755910876382909752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5755910876382909752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5755910876382909752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-it.html' title='Stop It!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7135689863290002871</id><published>2008-05-08T00:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:28:20.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relay for Life'/><title type='text'>Celebrate. Remember. Fight Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid183.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fx218%2FTopgungirl711%2FRelay%2520for%2520Life%25202008%2Fac659096.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream183.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7135689863290002871?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7135689863290002871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7135689863290002871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7135689863290002871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7135689863290002871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrate-remember-fight-back.html' title='Celebrate. Remember. Fight Back!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2527945372644274346</id><published>2008-05-06T22:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:49:49.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>P.S. I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-KVVQX9yikRZ0M:http://www.celebritywonder.com/mp/2007_P.S.,_I_Love_You/movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-KVVQX9yikRZ0M:http://www.celebritywonder.com/mp/2007_P.S.,_I_Love_You/movieposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to see this movie! I missed it in the theater, then I missed it in the dollar theater! So this morning at 8:30, I rushed to the RedBox! I'm so excited! I'm going to watch it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also leads me to my knew found love...RedBox! We have one at our local Walmart &amp; Kroger. Movies are $1 per night! Eat your heart out Blockbuster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//edit//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I cried 98% of this movie. I have set a new personal record. I'm a cryer anyway. I mean, Halmark commercials get me, but this movie takes the cake. It was a GREAT movie! It tugged on my heart strings the entire time. Great Chick Flick rental, and one I think even the guys will appreciate and enjoy. Just have a box of tissues handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I realize that this is sad, and pathetic for that matter...BUT if you just happen to have $229.00 lying around, and wanted to get me a present (mother's day, sorry you don't have a job, just because, whatever) I would love to have &lt;a href="http://www.premiereprops.com/p-s-i-love-you.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! I said I know it's pathetic. None-the-less, if I had the money, I would probably waste it on something like that. I'm going to search for more stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2527945372644274346?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2527945372644274346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2527945372644274346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2527945372644274346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2527945372644274346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4469882562977411123</id><published>2008-05-05T22:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:38:36.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elijah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This one says...AWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysites.com/site7/mandypoo/myphotos/1046459_20080504_100000291052819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.babysites.com/site7/mandypoo/myphotos/1046459_20080504_100000291052819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen how cute my nephew is?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4469882562977411123?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4469882562977411123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4469882562977411123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4469882562977411123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4469882562977411123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture&apos;s Worth A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4275177546192821870</id><published>2008-05-05T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:32:35.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two and a half men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Two &amp; a Half Jokes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;I swear Two &amp; a Half Men just might be the funniest show on t.v. these days. Now, before you misread what I said...funniest...not my favorite. That spot belongs to Grey's Anatamy. Anyway, back to Two &amp; a Half Men...this show is hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/cms/files/images/primetime/two_and_a_half_men/twomen_conchata_ferrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://wwwimage.cbs.com/cms/files/images/primetime/two_and_a_half_men/twomen_conchata_ferrell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's quote of the night..."I gotta warn you, coffee goes right through me, so if you are going to need to do a cavity search you better do it soon." &lt;em&gt;That won't be necessary.&lt;/em&gt; "Can I request one?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4275177546192821870?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4275177546192821870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4275177546192821870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4275177546192821870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4275177546192821870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-half-jokes.html' title='Two &amp; a Half Jokes!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8200277024333307069</id><published>2008-05-02T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:48:59.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metrosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>The Sun Was Shining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="cccc00"&gt;Today was a good day! (Well besides the fact that I &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html/"&gt;lied&lt;/a&gt;.) I had a second interview in Atlanta for the job here in Macon. It went well...so now we wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a prize on the radio, because I for once knew some worthless trivia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold my first Ebay item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about a job opening up with the American Cancer Society in my area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the sun was shining, and all is well!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="663366"&gt;On a side note. After my interview I stopped by the Lenox Square Mall to eat lunch. First of all purple was a big color today. I must have seen 7 men wearing purple shirts! Second of all; if I were single that is the mall I would hang out in. There must have been 7 young (25-35ish) men for every young girl! Crazy! Third...this whole metro thing, just may be going too far. Now, I am one to love a well dressed man. Damian is the poster child for a metrosexual man. BUT! Today in the mall I couldn't tell the gay men from the straight ones! (Well, with the exception of the guy working at Nine West with the better walk than me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now! Good night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8200277024333307069?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8200277024333307069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8200277024333307069' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8200277024333307069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8200277024333307069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/sun-was-shining.html' title='The Sun Was Shining!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7776650765616985365</id><published>2008-05-02T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:40:41.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><title type='text'>Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="009900"&gt;I feel like such a liar today. And I lied on purpose! It's not like I woke up this morning and said "I think I'll be a liar today." It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. The morning show I was listening to had a trivia question this morning. See if you can guess it. (I'll give you the answer tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today marked the 5 year anniversary for online music downloads. In that time, what is the most downloaded song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hints I was pretty sure I knew the answer, so I called in. And of course, after dialing for 5 minutes, as soon as I get through, they take a break! So the girl on the phone asked if I would hold. I say sure (why not, I'm driving to Atlanta, what else do I have to do?). So then she comes back and says "We aren't going to go back to the trivia question right now, but I still want to use you for something else, and I'll make sure you get a prize. Is that okay?" Again, I say sure, and I'm put on hold again. She comes back, and here is where the lying begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says to me, "Are you married?" I say nope. She says "Do you have a boyfriend?" So I say yeah. She says good. "We are promoting a product called &lt;em&gt;Super Beta Prostate&lt;/em&gt; and I need you to say that your boyfriend has been using it for 5 months, and he has noticed a big difference, and you have too, and that it has really helped your relationship."  I was like..."Uh, what?!" Damian and I don't even have sex, and I'm back on hold again! Then I hear this young guy come on and say..."yada yada...I've used the product...yada yada" and I'm thinking to myself...&lt;strong&gt;Liar! No you haven't and neither has my boyfriend!&lt;/strong&gt; Then I'm on...it's my turn. So I LIED! But I didn't say it has helped our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all was said and done, I still got to guess at the trivia question, and got it right! I will be receiving a prize in the mail...who knows what, and I lied.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7776650765616985365?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7776650765616985365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7776650765616985365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7776650765616985365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7776650765616985365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/05/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2817039554372475220</id><published>2008-04-29T22:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:05:44.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skittle&apos;s Shop'/><title type='text'>Skittle's Shop!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="FF3366"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Girl's Hairbow/Ribbon Holders - Single Ribbon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; Each Hairbow/Ribbon Holder is made of 1/8" lightweight painted wood and felt. A single 36" (approx. size) ribbon is attached for holding hairbows/ribbons. - $6.99&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfdAJT3wgI/AAAAAAAAALw/0xMKxpsKbfs/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfdAJT3wgI/AAAAAAAAALw/0xMKxpsKbfs/s320/098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194863689764160002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="33FF00"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Girl's Hairbow/Ribbon Holders - Double Ribbon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; Each Hairbow/Ribbon Holder is made of 1/8" lightweight painted wood and felt. Two 36" (approx. size) ribbons are attached for holding hairbows/ribbons. - $8.99&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfdWJT3whI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s_oCdAWqKM8/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfdWJT3whI/AAAAAAAAAL4/s_oCdAWqKM8/s320/117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194864067721282066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;font color="FF3366"&gt;Visit my NEW &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/Skittles-Shop_W0QQssPageNameZl2QQtZkm/"&gt;Ebay Store&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="990099"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available designs:&lt;/strong&gt;Pink Flamingo&lt;br /&gt;Green Frog&lt;br /&gt;Orange Lion&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;Brown Spotted Dog&lt;br /&gt;Black/White Zebra&lt;br /&gt;Blue Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Brown Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available Ribbon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solid Colors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Striped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue/Green/Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Pink/Green/Orange(Neon)&lt;br /&gt;Red/White/Blue&lt;br /&gt;Green/Beige/Brown/Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra Print&lt;br /&gt;Footballs&lt;br /&gt;Soccerballs&lt;br /&gt;Basketballs&lt;br /&gt;Polka Dots (variety of colors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small Ribbons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Can be attached to large ribbons)&lt;br /&gt;Pink with Green Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Pink (Sheer) with Green &amp; Yellow Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Orange &amp; Yellow Gingham&lt;br /&gt;Pink with Black/White Argyle&lt;br /&gt;Pink with Black Paw Prints&lt;br /&gt;Black with Pink Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Black with White Stitching&lt;br /&gt;Black with White Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Orange with Yellow Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;Blue with Green Polka Dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfeHpT3wiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1WFEfM_xR6Y/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfeHpT3wiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1WFEfM_xR6Y/s200/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194864918124806690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfeuJT3wjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WaiFWMTGwtE/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SBfeuJT3wjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WaiFWMTGwtE/s200/114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194865579549770290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Although, as I was leaving I see the next "contender" waiting. What a morale slash! Oh, well. I did get a follow up call this afternoon &amp; will meet with the regional on Thursday! So, I did get a 2nd interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a call from a community in Atlanta (Buckhead, to be exact), and set up an interview with them on Thursday also. The first interview is in Atlanta, so I set this one up for the same day (just afternoon) so I wouldn't have to drive there twice. With traffic it can be about an hour &amp; a half drive or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping for the local job, because the Atlanta job is only assistant manager and not property manager, but we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/images/wrpr/rfl_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://main.acsevents.org/images/wrpr/rfl_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. I cannot believe Relay for Life is only 4 days away! I am SO SUPER EXCITED! You can visit my &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeSouthAtlanticDivision?pg=personal&amp;fr_id=8226&amp;fr_id=8226&amp;px=4375260/"&gt;Relay Site&lt;/a&gt;, and leave money if you like :)  I really haven't done any online fundraising. I think I will send a family email today though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-745129403549074861?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/745129403549074861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=745129403549074861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/745129403549074861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/745129403549074861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8133997321087482219</id><published>2008-04-27T08:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:09:26.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>I have a job interview!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have a job interview for a property manager position in Macon. It's a great &lt;a href="http://www.sawyerapts.com/about/company_management/intouch.html?last_name=Rucker/"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt;, and a beautiful property (though their &lt;a href="http://www.sawyerapts.com/communities.html?id=389/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; is greatly lacking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, the lady who interviewed me for the &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously-this-has-got-to-end.html/"&gt;last job&lt;/a&gt;, and wasn't able to hire me, recommended me for the job. When the girl called me, she told me based on Linda's recommendation that she wasn't going to advertise the job until after she talked to me. I'm really praying this works out. Please pray with me. My interview is at 9:00a.m. tomorrow. I'll keep you updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This means IF I get this job, I MIGHT get an apartment also, which means my own place again! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8133997321087482219?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8133997321087482219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8133997321087482219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8133997321087482219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8133997321087482219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-job-interview.html' title='I have a job interview!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-643298144659254935</id><published>2008-04-22T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:55:48.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;All good things must come to an end. Or do they? Is this really the beginning of the end? I'm tired and frustrated. My life seems to be spiraling down the tube again. Or did it really ever stop? I feel like a granddaddy long-legs after someone has torn off all my legs....someone please just step on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going to put a picture of a granddaddy long-legs on my post but really they are so repulsing I decided not to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-643298144659254935?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/643298144659254935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=643298144659254935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/643298144659254935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/643298144659254935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-beginning-of-end.html' title='This is the beginning of the end'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4744128002288226474</id><published>2008-04-19T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:48:57.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously! This has got to end</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;I lost my job January 18th. It is now April 19th, and I'm still out of work! This is ridiculous. Granted, I did have a temporary job February and March, but I really thought I would have something by now. The one job I was sure would work out fell through because "I'm too much of a risk since it is a pay cut." They are afraid I would leave at the first opportunity of more money. Um, hello!?! Have you seen the job market? No one is exactly knocking at my door! Why do you think I was willing to take an $8,000 pay cut in the first place. So now, here I am back to square one. No job, no prospect, no house, no money, no dignity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of becoming a professional reality tv star. That usually lasts those people a good 3 or 4 years. If I can just get on one, I can jump from one to another until I become a "celebrity" and can do the "celebrity versions" of these shows, since they are never really true celebrities anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my plan. I better get to making videos, taking pictures, and filling out applications. Gosh, I hope my good looks, ditsy personality, and fake boobs will get me on. (Okay, so I lied about the fake boobs...I don't really have fake boobs, but maybe by show 3 I could!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4744128002288226474?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4744128002288226474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4744128002288226474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4744128002288226474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4744128002288226474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously-this-has-got-to-end.html' title='Seriously! This has got to end'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6627807208521868304</id><published>2008-04-16T16:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:51:33.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><title type='text'>I have succeded as a mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font color="333366"&gt;Okay, so she is only 9, so my job isn't over yet, and to call it a success at this point is a bit premature, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; today I did get to check off a major item on the success list...(You know,...sleep through the night, potty train, off to school, first tooth, high school, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I accomplished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassing my Child in Front of the Whole School!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that I didn't even have to try...it just came so naturally. Today about 45 minutes before school was over I was on that side of town and had nothing else to do. So I decided that I would head to the school, get in the carpool lane and doze while I waited. Well, that dozing lead to a deep sleep. And at 3:23 (School lets out at 3:15) I wake up to find that apparently several people have tried to wake me, cars are honking and passing me, and I'm oblivious to it all. Finally, a child yelled through the crack in my window to wake me. So by the time I drove up to pick up Madi she was horrified! :)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6627807208521868304?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6627807208521868304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6627807208521868304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6627807208521868304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6627807208521868304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-succeded-as-mother.html' title='I have succeded as a mother...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8342624155627462686</id><published>2008-04-14T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:30:10.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom. We need to talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=660000&gt;I had a talk with my mom today. She asked me about the gym &lt;a href="http://mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mandyoo&lt;/a&gt; and I are going join. I was telling her all about it, and then snuck in. "And we've all been talking...we think you should join too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let my mom get in a word, because the truth is, it's not that we want her to join the gym because she is overweight, it's because she is unhealthy and that scares us. My &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-not-replaceable.html"&gt;Nana&lt;/a&gt; (her mom) died at age 65. She was so young, and so alive. There was no warning, her heart just stopped beating. She had heart problems, but pretty much had ever since I can remember. It's kind of a way of life with our family. 6 out of 7 of Nana's brothers and sisters died of heart problems, as well as both of her parents. My aunt (my mom's &lt;strong&gt;younger&lt;/strong&gt; sister) had triple by-pass surgery 2 years ago. She was only 47!  So you see, why I am concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to my mom that my sisters and I want her to be around for our lives and our childrens lives. That we want her to experience more than Nana was able too. She's only 14 years away from 65, and I'd like to have more than 14 years with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mandyoo&lt;/a&gt; if you are reading this....I think I have guilted her into joining! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8342624155627462686?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8342624155627462686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8342624155627462686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8342624155627462686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8342624155627462686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-we-need-to-talk.html' title='Mom. We need to talk.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6374887614468327273</id><published>2008-04-13T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:37:48.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>I caught the bouquet!!</title><content type='html'>Damian, Madi and I went to the wedding of two dear friends of ours yesterday. It was so beautiful! Everything was perfect, perfect in the sense that everything was just as it should be without being too stiff and formal. I'm very excited for these two, but I have to say for the 2nd time in the last week or so, I heard the most irritating thing. As we were standing around the bride and groom for their first dance, they were just grinning from ear to ear staring at each other. There were 2 women about 50ish and 60ish standing behind D and I talking, and one goes "Just look how he smiles at her." and the other one (I kid you not) goes "give 'em a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we in the same place?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we not come to this wedding to join the couple in &lt;strong&gt;celebrating&lt;/strong&gt; their marriage? How could you say such a thing? This very same nonsense was all over the news last week after Jay-Z and Beyonce's surprise wedding. "How long will it last?" "Did they sign a pre-nup?" ... Hip Hop's hottest couple pulled off a surprise wedding, and all you have to report is &lt;em&gt;will it last?&lt;/em&gt; Just sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I for one, still believe in the purity of marriage, and belief that marriages can and should last forever. And that is exactly why I had to take the other girls out and catch the bouquet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/ksm/lowres/ksmn1248l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/ksm/lowres/ksmn1248l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6374887614468327273?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6374887614468327273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6374887614468327273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6374887614468327273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6374887614468327273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-caught-bouquet.html' title='I caught the bouquet!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3094360060870863119</id><published>2008-04-11T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:20:58.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Just Me?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to open up this small head of mine, (because Damian says I have a p-nut head) and let you in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was driving up to Walmart, I was so excited to see the front row space available, because the lot was pretty full. But then, as I drove up I realized the front &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; rows were empty! Suddenly the excitment died down, because now I'm not the only person who gets a good place, two other people do. Why should that damper my excitement? But it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse...during Christmas I was at the very crowded mall, where I had arrived super early and had gotten a great parking spot. So when I go to leave I am extremely dissapointed to realize that &lt;strong&gt;no one is waiting on my spot&lt;/strong&gt;. Why does that bother me? Am I the only one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3094360060870863119?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3094360060870863119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3094360060870863119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3094360060870863119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3094360060870863119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Just Me?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2661180493557365703</id><published>2008-04-09T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:05:15.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>I think I have a job...</title><content type='html'>Of course, I won't know for sure until sometime next week. It's a major company in the US which means the benefits will be great. The pay is right around what I am currently making but will include a work cell phone (as if I need another one) and a car allowance. I would be lining myself up to take over a position for someone in 3 years or so, which would mean a HUGE pay raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come... I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2661180493557365703?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2661180493557365703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2661180493557365703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2661180493557365703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2661180493557365703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-have-job.html' title='I think I have a job...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-3890297610766268922</id><published>2008-04-03T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:16:52.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Looking for a Job Should be a Job!</title><content type='html'>It is no exaggeration when I tell you I have spent approximately 21 hours over the last 3 days looking for a job &amp; emailing resumes. CRAZY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-3890297610766268922?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3890297610766268922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=3890297610766268922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3890297610766268922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/3890297610766268922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-for-job-should-be-job.html' title='Looking for a Job Should be a Job!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8354439918857706386</id><published>2008-04-02T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:38:02.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>I need a job</title><content type='html'>AGAIN. Seriously, this whole job search thing sucks! My temporary position is up on Friday. I'm pretty bummed. I really thought they were going to find me a permanent position. Unfortunately, they didn't get the big contract they were hoping for, so as of now there are still no open positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very frustrating because there is one manager that they are very unhappy with. I have tried to make sure I do everything I can to help this girl, because that was part of my job. But she obviously is in a world of her own, and doing her own thing...she refuses to adapt to the new management. Long story...well long story is that I know eventually they are going to let her go. It is just frustrating to me that they won't do it before I'm out of a job. It's really going to screw me up as far as insurance goes. Plus I have to find something in the mean time. Who knows how long it will be...2 weeks, 2 months, or more. I can't just wait until they figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the local job classifieds...careerbuilder, monster, and others. There is NOTHING available. I'm serious....the best offer I've seen listed is selling insurance. We already went through this in January. I'm just not interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent out about 50 resumes over the last 2 days over the entire US. Something has to come through. Who knows where...California, Las Vegas, Florida, Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, New York...I've applied everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8354439918857706386?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8354439918857706386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8354439918857706386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8354439918857706386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8354439918857706386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-job.html' title='I need a job'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1587790154186095181</id><published>2008-03-30T12:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:33:27.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm Seeing Stars! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>We didn't get to go to Dollywood because after a beautiful couple of days Saturday morning we woke up to cold &amp; rain. :( So we headed to Gatlinburg instead. We walked around the shops, took old timey photos and went to the Wax Museum. (Though Mom &amp; Dad opted for icecream instead of the museum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Madi enjoyed chocolates with Forest Gump&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-_APaUPhxI/AAAAAAAAALo/rCTMdTHd1gk/s1600-h/100_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-_APaUPhxI/AAAAAAAAALo/rCTMdTHd1gk/s320/100_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183573067121526546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;While I stopped to tie my shoe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_9qUPhwI/AAAAAAAAALg/dLN58BaTngE/s1600-h/100_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_9qUPhwI/AAAAAAAAALg/dLN58BaTngE/s320/100_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572762178848514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I had a cocktail with Pierce Brosnan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_r6UPhvI/AAAAAAAAALY/DSDXW-snoMo/s1600-h/100_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_r6UPhvI/AAAAAAAAALY/DSDXW-snoMo/s320/100_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572457236170482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Madi kicked butt with Charlie's Angels&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_VKUPhuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L9igJ1Jufgk/s1600-h/100_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--_VKUPhuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L9igJ1Jufgk/s320/100_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572066394146530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Madi met with Will Farrell&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---9aUPhtI/AAAAAAAAALI/_COSCbP4tLs/s1600-h/100_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---9aUPhtI/AAAAAAAAALI/_COSCbP4tLs/s320/100_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571658372253394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Then Celebrated with Jeff Gordan &amp; Little E&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---vKUPhsI/AAAAAAAAALA/VjuckYeAWkg/s1600-h/100_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---vKUPhsI/AAAAAAAAALA/VjuckYeAWkg/s320/100_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571413559117506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're Off to See the Wizard!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---WaUPhqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/85TB8qHXoPw/s1600-h/100_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---WaUPhqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/85TB8qHXoPw/s320/100_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570988357355170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---iaUPhrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GTs9KqktTf8/s1600-h/100_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---iaUPhrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GTs9KqktTf8/s320/100_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571194515785394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mission Impossible - Tom Cruise&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---JaUPhpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XESdr2m6UG0/s1600-h/100_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R---JaUPhpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XESdr2m6UG0/s320/100_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570765019055762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To be continued...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1587790154186095181?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1587790154186095181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1587790154186095181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1587790154186095181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1587790154186095181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-seeing-stars-part-1.html' title='I&apos;m Seeing Stars! (Part 1)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-_APaUPhxI/AAAAAAAAALo/rCTMdTHd1gk/s72-c/100_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2153339693916664060</id><published>2008-03-30T12:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:17:19.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Tuckaleechee Caverns</title><content type='html'>Friday Madi and I visited the Tuckaleechee Caverns. It's a huge cavern under the Smokie Mountains. It was unbelievable! Only, I wanted to venture off the path. Maybe another time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The two rocks behind us are over 22 feet tall.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6_KUPhlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D_YXSk-0sl4/s1600-h/100_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6_KUPhlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D_YXSk-0sl4/s320/100_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567290390513234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--64KUPhkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jRbtKWOIt2c/s1600-h/100_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--64KUPhkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jRbtKWOIt2c/s320/100_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567170131428930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6vqUPhjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cXXN_vRAexs/s1600-h/100_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6vqUPhjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cXXN_vRAexs/s320/100_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567024102540850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6kqUPhiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D9_ZxQHjPBM/s1600-h/100_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6kqUPhiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D9_ZxQHjPBM/s320/100_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566835123979810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6Y6UPhhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ENfgYMG8Vno/s1600-h/100_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6Y6UPhhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ENfgYMG8Vno/s320/100_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566633260516882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6A6UPhgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_I4KJuPPiFc/s1600-h/100_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6A6UPhgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_I4KJuPPiFc/s320/100_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566220943656450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There was a beautiful waterfall 300 feet under the ground.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7UKUPhnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8YW6F45jHOY/s1600-h/100_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7UKUPhnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8YW6F45jHOY/s320/100_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567651167766130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7LaUPhmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1YJWypW1pQ4/s1600-h/100_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7LaUPhmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1YJWypW1pQ4/s320/100_0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567500843910754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And little bitty bats. We only saw 3. They are approximately 3" in size.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7Z6UPhoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-BqZfdTQdPw/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--7Z6UPhoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-BqZfdTQdPw/s320/100_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183567749952013954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2153339693916664060?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2153339693916664060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2153339693916664060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2153339693916664060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2153339693916664060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuckaleechee-caverns.html' title='Tuckaleechee Caverns'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R--6_KUPhlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D_YXSk-0sl4/s72-c/100_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2071298266876634611</id><published>2008-03-28T12:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:46:11.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennesse Pictures</title><content type='html'>Madi and I are in Tennessee visiting my parents cabin.  Yesterday we drove into Pigeon Forge and went to Wonder Works. Here are some pictures.  Today we will just be lounging around, and tomorrow Mom and Dad are coming up and we are going to Dollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gpqUPhfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8tUB-GehHQQ/s1600-h/March+2008+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gpqUPhfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8tUB-GehHQQ/s200/March+2008+058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834646279226866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0ghaUPheI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V51pwxQgrsU/s1600-h/March+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0ghaUPheI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V51pwxQgrsU/s200/March+2008+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834504545306082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gcaUPhdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1mQ-GgZOLMg/s1600-h/March+2008+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gcaUPhdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1mQ-GgZOLMg/s200/March+2008+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834418645960146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gVaUPhcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D0R5ROFlAz8/s1600-h/March+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gVaUPhcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D0R5ROFlAz8/s200/March+2008+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834298386875842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gNqUPhbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cWQFKAhgh0I/s1600-h/March+2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gNqUPhbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cWQFKAhgh0I/s200/March+2008+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834165242889650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gGKUPhaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k-8p30ZMuMA/s1600-h/March+2008+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gGKUPhaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k-8p30ZMuMA/s200/March+2008+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182834036393870754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0fvaUPhZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7SRYCh0nlZg/s1600-h/March+2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0fvaUPhZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7SRYCh0nlZg/s200/March+2008+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182833645551846802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2071298266876634611?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2071298266876634611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2071298266876634611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2071298266876634611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2071298266876634611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/tennesse-pictures.html' title='Tennesse Pictures'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R-0gpqUPhfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8tUB-GehHQQ/s72-c/March+2008+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7570648964311248503</id><published>2008-03-24T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:30:24.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pollen'/><title type='text'>Spring is in the air but I can't smell it!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the woes of pollen! Hope everyone had a happy Easter. Ours was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big sister and husband are preggo with baby numero 3, we are crossing our fingers for another boy. So far she has 2 girls, so someone needs to keep Eli company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High of 58 today. What is that?! It was 80 on Saturday! I'm going to the mountains on Thursday! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to blow my nose. Stupid pollen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7570648964311248503?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7570648964311248503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7570648964311248503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7570648964311248503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7570648964311248503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-in-air-but-i-cant-smell-it.html' title='Spring is in the air but I can&apos;t smell it!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1860422977569768537</id><published>2008-03-17T17:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:54:48.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrongful termination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeoc'/><title type='text'>Oh No She Di-N</title><content type='html'>I got in touch with the HR lady with my old company today. I asked her had they looked into my termination and made a decision. Her response (and I'm paraphrasing): &lt;em&gt;After review, I found we have had several similiar situations in the past where an employee employed a relative or friend in a situation where they were responsible for reviewing invoices or time cards, and all were handled in the same manner as your termination. So we do not feel you were terminated wrongfully.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Really?!?" (with sarcasm) "And the situation in Warner Robins where the manager is employing her brother-in-law?" She said she couldn't discuss other people with me, as she wouldn't discuss me with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I closed the conversation by saying, I would like a copy of the Operations Manual where this "company policy" is supposedly written, and a copy of the documents where I signed saying I received an Operations Manual (because the only manual I signed in receipt of is a "Policy Manual" which doesn't list it as a policy.) I also told her, she would hear more from me. (In the form of a law suit, but she doesn't know that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said....(and I quote; no paraphrase here) "If there is anything else we can help you with during this transition, let us know."  ARE YOU SERIOUS!?! You fired me on bogus grounds, refuse to look into it. And then offer to help me during my "transition."  She better be glad that conversation took place across state lines, because I was just pissed enough to do something stupid at that moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after hanging up the phone, I downloaded the EEOC form to file a claim, filled it out and stuck it in the mail to the Atlanta Office. Oh...she'll defininately be hearing from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1860422977569768537?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1860422977569768537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1860422977569768537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1860422977569768537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1860422977569768537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-no-she-di-n.html' title='Oh No She Di-N'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1915849416623902357</id><published>2008-03-13T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:21:16.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog party'/><title type='text'>Blog Party 2008</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to admit when I first read &lt;a href="http://mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimate-blog-party.html"&gt;Mandypoo's&lt;/a&gt; post about a blog party I had two thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A What?!&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I looked into it, and honestly, I decided to make time. What a fun way to "meet" other bloggy moms and win prizes at the same time. So &lt;strong&gt;Ladies&lt;/strong&gt;, Welcome to my last minute party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fashion of a last minute party, everything here will be store bought! Who am I kidding?! &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/sarah-lee-i-am-not-but.html"&gt;I don't cook anyway!&lt;/a&gt; So enjoy the punch, have a glass of wine, there will be no cheese at my party...sit back and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 years old, a single mom, and due to life &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-comes-to-end.html"&gt;circumstances&lt;/a&gt;, I now live at home &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-such-bad-blogger.html"&gt;with my parents&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very bad &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/10/bargain-shopping.html"&gt;shopping addiction&lt;/a&gt; which knows no limits. I am very close to my &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-affair.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/angel-is-born.html"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;. I'm &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-i-turn-water-works-off.html"&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ever-happened-to-happily-ever.html"&gt;opinionated&lt;/a&gt;, but hey...who isn't these days? I am a Christian, raising my daughter in a Christian Home, and &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-we-really-evolved.html"&gt;dating&lt;/a&gt; a wonderful man, the &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/10/stitch-in-time.html"&gt;way dating was meant to be&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more random things about me (like you are really still reading this far!) see &lt;a href"http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-hit-i-mean-tagged.html"&gt;8 Random Things&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/11/meme-fun.html"&gt;MeMe Fun&lt;/a&gt;, and the most telling of all...&lt;a href"http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-meme.html"&gt;the Letter to Me(me)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hurry up, come on in, door prizes will be given soon...go check out the &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/ubp-2008/"&gt;complete list&lt;/a&gt;. I'm crossing my fingers for the good ole cash from &lt;a href="http://www.kailasmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Ordinary Life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://acowboyswife.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jhthomas.blogspot.com/"&gt;$25 Amazon Gift Certficiate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://paperlicious.com/index.php"&gt;$50 Gift Certificate from Paperlicious&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href"http://skincaregrl.blogspot.com/"&gt;$25 Gift Certificate from SkinCareGirl&lt;/a&gt;, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order: 59, 55, 119, 61, 70, 20, 60, 140, 130, 3, 53)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1915849416623902357?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1915849416623902357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1915849416623902357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1915849416623902357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1915849416623902357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-party-2008.html' title='Blog Party 2008'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6160911198931803655</id><published>2008-03-13T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:05:38.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird news'/><title type='text'>Is There Really A Question of Mental Illness?</title><content type='html'>I was reading up on a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23594474/"&gt;Chicago woman&lt;/a&gt; being charged with child endangerment for leaving her 2 year old in the car while walking up to the Salvation Army bucket in December with her older daughter to donate money. She left her car parked on the curb in plane sight and never entered the store. Seriously, do the police not have more important things to do? How about bust a drug dealer and leave the poor lady and her kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading this story, I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for the following story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman sits on boyfriend's toilet for 2 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlfriend was physically stuck to the seat — her skin had grown around it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;updated 3:05 p.m. ET, Wed., March. 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESS CITY, Kan. - Deputies said a woman in western Kansas sat on her boyfriend's toilet for two years, and they're investigating whether she was mistreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital,” Whipple said. “The hospital removed it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:agRJmGNkE6VSTM:http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/92/00/22210092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:agRJmGNkE6VSTM:http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/92/00/22210092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body,” Whipple said. “It is hard to imagine. ... I still have a hard time imagining it myself.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told investigators he brought his girlfriend food and water, and asked her every day to come out of the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And her reply would be, ‘Maybe tomorrow,”’ Whipple said. “According to him, she did not want to leave the bathroom.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend called police on Feb. 27 to report that “there was something wrong with his girlfriend,” Whipple said, adding that he never explained why it took him two years to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, this is my favorite part!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities said &lt;strong&gt;they did not know if she was mentally&lt;/strong&gt; or physically &lt;strong&gt;disabled&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm pretty sure we can assume something is wrong if you can sit on a toilet until your skin grows around it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23595533/"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/a&gt; to read the whole story! It is truly unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6160911198931803655?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6160911198931803655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6160911198931803655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6160911198931803655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6160911198931803655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-there-really-question-of-mental.html' title='Is There Really A Question of Mental Illness?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-4630024117017089323</id><published>2008-03-11T23:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:05:51.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandypoo'/><title type='text'>No More Poo?</title><content type='html'>Is it true? Is it really happening? Is &lt;a href="http://mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mandypoo&lt;/a&gt; leaving us? Nah! She's just looking for a new name, and has asked us, her fellow blogging buddies (and in my case sister) to help her. Though I giggle everytime I or anyone else calls her Poo, and are therefore against her changing her name, unless it is to www.poo.blogspot.com. (J/K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, to all of you who don't read her site, you ought to give it a visit. She is more faithful than I am, has more variety, and has a better grasp on this blogging thing than I do. Too bad she isn't cuter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, stop by her blog, leave her some love, and maybe even help her find a new name! It just might land you a $10 Starbucks Gift Card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-4630024117017089323?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4630024117017089323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=4630024117017089323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4630024117017089323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/4630024117017089323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-more-poo.html' title='No More Poo?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6934173750477753207</id><published>2008-03-11T22:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:50:56.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Live</title><content type='html'>Friday night when Madi and I got home after dinner, we walked into my parents house, and my mom was sitting on the couch with my two neices. It's 10:00 and she looks beat! (My mom, not the girls....they were going strong.) So I helped her get them in bed. The little one in the baby bed, and Madi and the 3 year old in mom's bed. I slept in the room with Natalie. Guess who got the better end of that deal? It's a toss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R9dEXH1PlsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dH7X3acoAi0/s1600-h/NatandAbby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R9dEXH1PlsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dH7X3acoAi0/s200/NatandAbby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176681460715722434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were getting ready to meet my sisters at Target for some Saturday morning shopping. I was helping Abby (3 year old) get dressed, and I told her I liked her pretty My Little Pony panties. She says "You can't wear them now, but when I take them off you can wear them." I told her I didn't think I could fit in them and she says "They're not too big." Thank you Abby for making me feel like a beauty queen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6934173750477753207?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6934173750477753207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6934173750477753207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6934173750477753207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6934173750477753207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-night-live.html' title='Friday Night Live'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R9dEXH1PlsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dH7X3acoAi0/s72-c/NatandAbby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6162925941960752750</id><published>2008-03-11T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:43:19.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrongful termination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeoc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discrimination'/><title type='text'>The Clock is Ticking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-z8aBkwFBeSp2M:http://www.thegiftexperience.co.uk/cms_media/images/9738_phone_clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-z8aBkwFBeSp2M:http://www.thegiftexperience.co.uk/cms_media/images/9738_phone_clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll time is almost up for my old company to make a decision. Thursday will be 3 weeks since I &lt;a href="http://sevenskittles.blogspot.co/2008/02/i-got-phone-call.html"&gt;spoke with Human Resources&lt;/a&gt; for my old company. Remember, I told her I would follow up with her in 3 weeks because I thought that was plenty of time for her to investigate my termination and make a decision as far as wrongful termination and discrimination. As of today, my old boss still has a job, which tells me one of two things. Either they haven't bothered to look into the situation, or they aren't going to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already talked with the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) who has said based on my information I have grounds for a claim. This doesn't mean I will win the claim. Filing a discrimination suit is different than just filing a law suit. In State and Federal Court, any one call file suit against anyone (or thing for that matter). If the suit is frivolous, then it is dismissed, or a ruling for the defendant is given. But to file a discrimination suit, you first have to file a claim with the EEOC, and then file suit. But you have to basically have permission to file a claim. If I don't like the answers I get from HR on Thursday, then I will file a claim on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told them I was going to file a claim, because my intentions are not to sound threatening. My intention is to resolve this outside of court. If that can't be done, then I will have no choice but to use the court system for what it is for...justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6162925941960752750?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6162925941960752750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6162925941960752750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6162925941960752750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6162925941960752750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/clock-is-ticking.html' title='The Clock is Ticking!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5279588510913427348</id><published>2008-03-03T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:49:03.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>Remember as a child being forced to apologize to someone for something you just weren't sorry for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Damian and I went to dinner at a local restaurant right up the road from my parents house. It's called The Red Tomato. We had never eaten there, nor had any of my family, despite the fact it is probably the closest restaurant to their house. On Friday, Damian and I thought we might give it a try, but since we had never been there, and it isn't actually on our way to or from anywhere, we called my Dad (who passes it everyday) to make sure it was still open.  He told me yes, but he had heard it was expensive. He elaborated by saying it wouldn't be $30 a plate or anything, but was expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go anyway. We never splurge, and up until this point, I think our most expensive meal has been Applebees. :) When we got there, we realized, we were supposed to have a reservation. Oops (Sign 1, we are about to pay dearly for this meal). Upon seating us, we were given a wine menu, which also listed several brands of bottled water. $4 for water? Nope, I'll have the wine! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our server was great! The menu listed entrees from $19 to $29. The server listed about 10 others...the "specials." After she left Damian asks me "Does a 'special' mean too expensive to list on the menu?" I say, no...I'm sure their prices are in line with the menu. We think about it, and he gets a Chicken Marsala thing with sun-dried mashed potatoes and the house salad.  I get the rack of lamb cooked medium-rare with roasted potatoes and the ceasar salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you that we both ate better on Friday night than either of us EVER have. It was unbelievable! We both ate our full salad (Damian's had candied pecans, strawberries, pineapple, grapes, and cantelope on a spring mix with a sweet vinegarette dressing...sorry, just had to share. And my Ceasar...well, it was homemade, but really how do you mess up a ceasar?) and then we ate about half of our meal, when we heard the server going over the dessert menu with the table beside us.  I looked at Damian and said, if I eat all of this, I'll be too full for dessert. He agreed. So we decided to stop right there! We had just enough for a full meal for leftovers...so we had dessert too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this incredible chocolate cake with strawberry icecream in the middle, and fresh strawberries, whip cream and drizzled with hot fudge.  Yes, we ate all of that! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the check comes the server tells us the dessert was on the Chef! How cool is that! So the total of our bill? &lt;strong&gt;$60.99&lt;/strong&gt; Not too bad in my opinion for all that we had. Wine, Salad, Dinner, and Dessert. Granted I could get all that at Applebees for $35, but that isn't the point. I didn't want Applebees, I wanted something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why it is when I begin to tell people about our wonderful dinner the responses I get are: "Isn't that place expensive?" "I couldn't enjoy a meal I had to pay that much for." "It must be nice to be able to eat like that." "Did you have to go to the back and wash dishes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have to apologize for splurging once? I enjoyed every bite of my $32 rack of lamb...every last bite! Didn't bother me what I payed for it, because it was the best lamb I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, we will save up and go again. No, we won't go every weekend. We don't have that kind of money, but yes, I will skip dessert at Red Lobster to save up for The Red Tomato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5279588510913427348?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5279588510913427348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5279588510913427348' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5279588510913427348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5279588510913427348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sorry'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5593661537933419995</id><published>2008-02-29T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:33:37.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Because We Can't All Be Normal</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by&lt;a href="http://www.mrs-mandypoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Mandypoo&lt;/a&gt;. Doesn't that sound dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...Why Be Normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It drives me nuts when people push down on the button on a drink lid.  Unless your cup has cola, diet, dr. pepper and tea in it...DON'T PUSH ALL THE BUTTONS! One is sufficient. And DO NOT push my buttons to be funny.  It's just not funny. (Mrs. Mandypoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I often say "huh?" even though I actually heard everything that was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My closet is completely organized by season and color and always clean.  My room, car, desk, and bathroom on the other hand...always a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cannot stand for someone to write on the same piece of paper with two diffent colors. Don't start something in black and finish it in blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read sales papers from the back to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I won't put sheets on my bed that do not match my room. No exceptions. It drives me in sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what are your quirks?  Feel free to list one below, or to participate yourself. Make sure to leave a comment letting me know you're not so normal either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5593661537933419995?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5593661537933419995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5593661537933419995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5593661537933419995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5593661537933419995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-we-cant-all-be-normal.html' title='Because We Can&apos;t All Be Normal'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-695062854179895034</id><published>2008-02-25T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:34:10.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Running the Wrong Race</title><content type='html'>I think I need a change of pace. Or maybe I'm just running. Maybe both. Maybe I want to know if I'll be chased. Either way, I've applied for jobs in Florida. I like the beach. I dislike Macon. I need a job, so why not. Of course, I am only applying to cities along the coast. I must ask...what is the point in living in Florida if you don't live near the beach? I think it must be like living in the Valleys of Colorado or upstate New York...why would you do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who wouldn't want to live near this?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:gcV8KJd0qcLCWM:http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/06/21/nyregion/beach.span_cityroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:gcV8KJd0qcLCWM:http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/06/21/nyregion/beach.span_cityroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Who am I kidding, it's more like this...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xqw36oS08UCFsM:http://scarboro.info/images/scarborough%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xqw36oS08UCFsM:http://scarboro.info/images/scarborough%2Bbeach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-695062854179895034?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/695062854179895034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=695062854179895034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/695062854179895034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/695062854179895034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-im-running-wrong-race.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m Running the Wrong Race'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7104468110064285545</id><published>2008-02-23T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:50:27.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>Second Life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of this? Second Life? It is supposedly the new way of life. I just signed up, but I know very little.  My understanding is that you create an avatar, and you do life. (Maybe somewhat like Sims) People are setting up business conferences, study groups, and even concerts this way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://wellisntthatspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boss Lady&lt;/a&gt; will appreciate that recently Bon Jovi performed a concert in Second Life. Each member created an avatar, and set up "equipment" in one of the court yards, with their instruments connected to the computer they performed live for all Second Life members. Afterwards, other members were welcome to "shake hands" with Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very cool story...a couple from England are both fans of Second Life. Their 20 year anniversary was coming up so the husband along with several of their friends rented a ballroom, decorated and set up for a party, and created his wife a beautiful dress. He left her a note to log on at a certain time, and they had an Anniversary party. They danced together for the first time in almost 20 years because 2 months after they married she was paralyzed in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more practically, my friends son has set up a study group where each night they come home and divide up the homework and get it all done. It's networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just created an avatar. My Second Life Name is "Skittles Latte" You can create your first name and must choose from their large list of last names. You can do business, earn and spend money, open a business, buy and sell land, and even apply for credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just may be the future!  See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7104468110064285545?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7104468110064285545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7104468110064285545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7104468110064285545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7104468110064285545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-life.html' title='Second Life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-5327064711992019716</id><published>2008-02-23T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:06:55.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local news'/><title type='text'>More Local News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bibb school bus collides with truck; 11 students in hospital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Amy Leigh Womack - awomack@macon.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7-pwMkyURI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CfGTEoJYQG8/s1600-h/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7-pwMkyURI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CfGTEoJYQG8/s200/accident.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170037542718951698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Westside High students were taken to area hospitals after a pickup truck collided with a Bibb County school bus today after 3 p.m. The crash happened at the intersection of Old Columbus and Harrison roads, school officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was traveling east on Columbus Road and the pickup was traveling north on Interstate Parkway when the pickup failed to yield at a stop sign, said Bibb County Sheriff's spokesman George Meadows. The bus T-boned the trunk on the drivers side and the bus veered into a ditch on the side of the road. The drivers of the bus and truck were both taken to area hospitals with neck and back pain and other non-life threatening injuries, said Capt. Cliff Rushin of the Macon-Bibb Fire Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westside principal Laura Perkins said the 11 students were taken to Coliseum Northside Hospital and the Medical Center of Central Georgia. "There didn't appear to be any students in really bad shape. They're shaken up," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushin said some of the students may have suffered fractured ankles, bumps and bruises. Perkins said students not taken to the hospital were picked up by parents or transferred to another school bus. "Fortunately it wasn't as bad as it could've been," she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-5327064711992019716?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/5327064711992019716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=5327064711992019716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5327064711992019716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/5327064711992019716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-local-news.html' title='More Local News'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7-pwMkyURI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CfGTEoJYQG8/s72-c/accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7982141937891044597</id><published>2008-02-22T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:35:45.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrongful termination'/><title type='text'>I got THE phone call</title><content type='html'>Last night I was out with some friends for "Diva Night" at our local pottery store. We had just met up to get dinner to take with us when my phone rang. I was actually sitting with my parents because they had choosen to eat at the same place, and I was waiting on the other 2 girls. I looked down, and to my surprise it was the number to home office for my old company in Greensboro, NC. Since I have been trying to get in touch with them for 2 weeks now, you bet I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maintained my composure, and explained to the human resource director that I was calling to dispute my termination and the circumstances surrounding my termination, and to file a complaint withtheir office regarding Amy (my old regional manager).  I explained Amy's "reason" for firing me, and what had really happened, and as I have done from the beginning, explained that if it were truly against company policy to employ Damian as a vendor then I apologized, but since I had received permission from my direct supervisor, I was not aware I was violating any policy or procedure. But I did understand that knowledge of the policy or not that if it was a policy, then I maintain that I did violate it under those circumstances.  (PAUSE! Don't you hate when you think you have tea in your cup and take a big swig only to realize it's Diet Coke? Okay, sorry, that just threw me off for a minute!) I am not going to go into this denying I did anything wrong, because if it really is against company policy, then I was in violation....I own up to that, but what I expect is for my regional to own up to approving it, and that she too was in violation.  Neither violation (in my opinion) worthy of termination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the other day that I recently heard another manager had hired her daughter as a leasing agent.  There is some question as to whether or not that is true. I have had several reputable people tell me both positively yes and positively no, so that bit of information really is mute at this time.  But as I am on the phone (and I think this part should be in bold because it is the crescendo of my conversation)&lt;strong&gt;I suddenly remembered that a manager down in Warner Robins and the maintenance tech for that same property are brother and sister-in-law.&lt;/strong&gt; Keep in mind Mary (HR) has already told me she believes the policy states that no manager may employ their spouse or any other relative as an employee or vendor on their property.  My mom's, who is sitting across from me, mouth dropped, and eye brows raised when I said that.  And I told HR that it was not my intent to get these employees in trouble, but to simply state that they too are in Amy's region, so she has to have ongoing knowledge of this, and have approved it.  The HR lady was floored.  She couldn't believe it when I told her this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was basically left at this. Mary will be conducting an investigation into the basis of my termination, the approval of the situation down in Warner Robins, and if it is determined that Amy was bending the rules for her benefit and not consistent in upholding the policy then she will be let go, and I will be returned to my position with the company. I told HR I would follow back up with her in 3 weeks, since I felt that would be plenty of time to conduct such investigation and make any necessary changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now say your prayers, and sit back and watch God work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7982141937891044597?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7982141937891044597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7982141937891044597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7982141937891044597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7982141937891044597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-phone-call.html' title='I got THE phone call'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-8537606285398733318</id><published>2008-02-21T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:10:16.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>The Magic of Reading</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been tagged, so here we are! &lt;a href="http://wellisntthatspecial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boss Lady&lt;/a&gt; tagged me after quoting a book that meant so much to Damian and myself that he actually tattooed a quote from the book on his body. So now it is my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="663366"&gt;Here are the Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people &amp; post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="339900"&gt;It also just so happens that the book I will be quoting is the follow-up book that Boss Lady quoted. &lt;em&gt;Captivating ~ Unveling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul&lt;/em&gt; by John &amp; Stasi Eldredge (Best Selling Author of &lt;em&gt;Wild at Heart&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, we've all heard the story. Martha and Mary. Don't be such a Martha."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to skip the tagging part. If you a reading a book, do it. It's interesting, and leave a comment to let me know you did.  You just might interest me in reading a new book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-8537606285398733318?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/8537606285398733318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=8537606285398733318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8537606285398733318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/8537606285398733318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/magic-of-reading.html' title='The Magic of Reading'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-7129632159626853084</id><published>2008-02-19T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:55:33.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>They Like Me! They Really Really Like Me!</title><content type='html'>Today, at work I was speaking with our representative for one of the local apartment magazines. She was telling me that the president of the Georgia Apartment Association(GAA) would be at our Middle Georgia Apartment Association (MGAA) meeting tonight. MGAA is just a small region within the GAA. Kinda like a city to a state.  She told me that this guy just bought a few apartments in our area and was hiring. She thought I should go to the meeting tonight to meet him.  So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out he used to be the Vice President of my old company.  He left about a year ago.  Now he is the President of another company. He is looking for property managers and regional managers.  He remembered me from my old company, and told me he wanted to talk with me tomorrow. They have A LOT of properties (as in over 70). He said several people had recommended he talk with me, so he definately wanted to speak tomorrow. I am SO EXCITED! This means so many things. 1. I do have a good reputation in this town, despite my old boss' effort to destroy it. 2. I may have a job, and 3. If I ever wanted to go back to my old company, this guy on my resume would guarantee it. (Kiss my butt Amy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my regional manager from my first property management job came up to me tonight and told me she wanted me back. I didn't enjoy working for that company at all, and am not very interested in going back, but the positive thing is she told me I was the best manager she ever had, and she said it in front of the regional I am "temporarily" working for. So maybe between Walt and Karen trying to rope me up, my temp job may just turn permanent. I guess only time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I tried to upload more pictures of the damage from the storm, but my computer was screwing up today. I'm trying to post pictures you can actally see without a magnifying glass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. My spellcheck quit working like 2 weeks ago. Anyone else's not working? Anyone know how to fix it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-7129632159626853084?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/7129632159626853084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=7129632159626853084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7129632159626853084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/7129632159626853084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-like-me-they-really-really-like-me.html' title='They Like Me! They Really Really Like Me!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2802081156972247069</id><published>2008-02-18T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:34:28.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storms'/><title type='text'>Storms</title><content type='html'>We had tornados come through Macon last night. It was terrifying since I was home alone, and Madi and mom were stuck at church.  I'm sick today, so I am not at work, but the picture shows storm damage at the apartment community I work at. It was submitted to our local news channel by one of the residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7oV9ckyUOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wRznv4GrW0Q/s1600-h/Whispering+Woods.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7oV9ckyUOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wRznv4GrW0Q/s400/Whispering+Woods.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168467667747754210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2802081156972247069?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2802081156972247069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2802081156972247069' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2802081156972247069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2802081156972247069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/storms.html' title='Storms'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7oV9ckyUOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wRznv4GrW0Q/s72-c/Whispering+Woods.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-2677923038515029088</id><published>2008-02-17T22:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:19:51.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin cancer'/><title type='text'>Because the Drugs are Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7kEg8kyULI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mg5l7pJ6Jus/s1600-h/Edited+2.17.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7kEg8kyULI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mg5l7pJ6Jus/s200/Edited+2.17.08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168167011447099570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I will have the next reconstructive surgery on my breast. I was told I have to wait 6 months, which will be this summer. The surgery isn't actually &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; surgery, it's a process. They will first go in and put a silicone pouch inside my breast above the current skin graft. They will progressively inject saline into the pouch stretching the skin until they have enough extra skin to cut out the skin graft &amp; cover the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7kEaMkyUKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9GsIbKkipis/s1600-h/Arm+2.17.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7kEaMkyUKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9GsIbKkipis/s200/Arm+2.17.08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168166895482982562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing is for sure....I will not be using the same plastic surgeon. I thought the whole point in using a plastic surgeon is because they made things appear as natural as possible.  Unfortunately the plastic surgeon who did my surgery left me with a pretty wide and ugly 7" scar down my arm.  I don't think the skin graft not lightening up is his falt, but trust me...the scar on my arm is unacceptable. You know how the military doctors has a reputation of leaving people with some pretty nasty scars...well, I believe my plastic surgeon missed his calling. He's a super nice guy &amp; has the best bedside manner, but when it all comes down to it, he didn't do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It's decided. I'm going to go under the knife again...ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-2677923038515029088?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2677923038515029088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=2677923038515029088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2677923038515029088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/2677923038515029088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-drugs-are-good.html' title='Because the Drugs are Good'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/R7kEg8kyULI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mg5l7pJ6Jus/s72-c/Edited+2.17.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-183327042011870608</id><published>2008-02-17T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:57:29.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pay Per Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furniture'/><title type='text'>Need New Furniture?</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember that I bought a new bedroom set back in September. I chose a dark wood very contemporary platform bed.  My hope at the time, was to be able to purchase new living room and dining room furniture within the next year.  Unfortunately the way things are turning out, I'm just not sure that is going to happen right now.  But when I am ready, I will definately check out the &lt;a href="http://furniturefromhome.com"&gt;furniture&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://furniturefromhome.com"&gt;FurnitureFromHome.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Their prices actually seem very reasonable, including several marked down items.  They have a wide variety of furniture from the more traditional furniture that my mother prefers to the more contemporary style which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a great selection and good prices on &lt;a href="http://furniturefromhome.com/category/Quality-Bedroom-furniture-set-sets-beds-queen-king-full-twin"&gt;Bed&lt;/a&gt; sets, including the very hard to find &lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://furniturefromhome.com/products/oak/Queen-Bookcase-Bed-Bedroom-Furniture-Set-Sets-coa200391Q-200395"&gt;captains bed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://furniturefromhome.com/category/Quality-living-room-sofas-couch-leather-upholstery-sectional-"&gt;Living Room Furniture&lt;/a&gt;, Dining Room, Game Room, and even Home Office Furniture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that they have free nationwide delivery.  Delivery on furniture is not cheap.  Because it is so large, you usually have to pay freight charges, so it's nice to save on those costs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course, I have not actually purchased furniture from this site, but based on my research, I would be more than willing to give them a try.  Maybe if you are in the market for some new furniture, take a look, compare their prices, and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a Sponsored Post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yt7tur" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-183327042011870608?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/183327042011870608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=183327042011870608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/183327042011870608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/183327042011870608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/need-new-furniture.html' title='Need New Furniture?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-1211295206427069386</id><published>2008-02-15T10:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:52:55.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrongful termination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><title type='text'>Don't Make Me Beg....I will do it!</title><content type='html'>Since January 30th I have been "temporarily" working for a local management company. They had a job for me for the month of February only.  They have already hired a manager for the property I am filling in at, but she can't start until March 1. So for 17 days I have worked for this company...and I have to say, I really like working here.  I mean, REALLY REALLY like it. The property is only 108 units (I had 220 before), I'm the only person in the office (There were 2 others before), but life is just easier here.  It's quiet here. Nobody is setting buildings on fire. No one is stealing cars, or breaking into apartments. The kids are busting the door to fitness center.  It's just nice here. I want to stay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:6cGB9i3Fp0jjuM:http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/AP_Photo/2004/12/23/1103840083_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:6cGB9i3Fp0jjuM:http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/AP_Photo/2004/12/23/1103840083_1620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a side note, I have tried to contact Human Resources for the old company to "tattle" on my old boss.  I am going to &lt;strong&gt;demand&lt;/strong&gt; my job back.  I don't actually want it anymore, but I'm still going to demand it.  My plan is to get &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; fired, set my assistant up for a promotion &amp; find me another job with another company or property. I really didn't realize how demanding that job was until I left.  So I really don't want it anymore. But I want things done the right way.  So even if I get my job back, I'm going to quit soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damian got me flowers yesterday.  First time in our 2 year relationship....it's about time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-1211295206427069386?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1211295206427069386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=1211295206427069386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1211295206427069386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/1211295206427069386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-make-me-begi-will-do-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Make Me Beg....I will do it!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383844212459179673.post-6695396744146307812</id><published>2008-02-12T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:44:24.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mama's Drama</title><content type='html'>I heard some interesting news today. My old boss (the one who fired me for hiring Damian) approved for another manager to hire her daughter as a leasing agent. Isn't it odd that it is a conflict of interest for me as the manager to approve invoices for my boyfriend, but not for this lady as a manager to approve time cards and leasing bonuses for her daughter? Hmmm. She really is just making it easy for me to build a case against her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383844212459179673-6695396744146307812?l=sevenskittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6695396744146307812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2383844212459179673&amp;postID=6695396744146307812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6695396744146307812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2383844212459179673/posts/default/6695396744146307812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenskittles.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-mamas-drama.html' title='Your Mama&apos;s Drama'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03218107495490676500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZbBwbLcuK4/SlNxG8aiUwI/AAAAAAAAAec/TOrHiPQzvow/S220/steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
