<?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-2899546542295820356</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:01:27.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine &amp; Scott</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-4208735295615548317</id><published>2011-05-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:13:36.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;A lot has changed and stayed the same all at the same time. Biggest change so far well one new position at work. I am so much happier no more phone calls from customers. I now do reports for Enterprise Account Managers. The stress level has reduced dramatically. Of course there it talk since we are a new department we might be grade 7 instead of the grade 8 I am at right now. So that would mean pay cuts. But I think less pay is worth less stress. They are still fighting that so hopefully that does not happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9vFy2bbd3U/TeHjNLeEf-I/AAAAAAAAARk/1ENWdSND6cw/s1600/2010-12-31_19-48-21_139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9vFy2bbd3U/TeHjNLeEf-I/AAAAAAAAARk/1ENWdSND6cw/s320/2010-12-31_19-48-21_139.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Another change is we adopted a dog in December. I have a doggie that is all mine. Sadie is awesome and the best dog for us ever. She even takes naps with us!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Some people might think she is big but after taking her to Strut Your Mutt and going to the Great Dane Rescue of Utah and standing her next to one of those dogs I will not think she is big again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It is Memorial Day weekend. I thought about going and putting something on my dad's grave but I feel like avoiding it. Sometime I slip back to denial. Went shopping at Cabelas today. So some leatherman tools and made me think of him. He loved those things always had to have one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wish the rain would stop. Not that I am looking forward to the hot weather but I would like the nice spring weather. I am looking forward to doing some camping and nothing stinks more then rainy camping trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am looking forward to next weekend. My little sister Tracy and her husband will be moving from Las Vegas to Orem which will make them a ton closer. And my new niece Abby will be blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am looking forward to the family reunion camping trip at the end of June. We will get to test out our new tent and we are going to bring Sadie along so it will be our first chance camping with our dog. Should be fun and interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-4208735295615548317?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/4208735295615548317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=4208735295615548317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4208735295615548317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4208735295615548317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2011/05/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9vFy2bbd3U/TeHjNLeEf-I/AAAAAAAAARk/1ENWdSND6cw/s72-c/2010-12-31_19-48-21_139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-4229494943631593471</id><published>2009-12-19T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:51:26.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I just have to make it to Christmas alive..I just have to make it to Christmas alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have to chant this because I work for UPS and people go crazy over the holidays and common logic goes out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We are packing up everything getting ready to move into our first house I am so excited about that but I will be really happy once everything is actually moved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I really wish my dad was around to see us finally getting a house..I know he would be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We are signing all the papers for the house on Monday so that will be a good day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now we will actually have a place big enough that we can throw a party or two..woo hoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-4229494943631593471?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/4229494943631593471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=4229494943631593471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4229494943631593471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4229494943631593471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-have-to-make-it-to-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-2677690748554690980</id><published>2009-10-31T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:39:40.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now that my dad is gone we get to deal with his widow. It is hard to be thankful someone was there for your dad to take care of him yet not like them all at the same time. This woman is crazy I can not help saying it because it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;At my dad's funeral my sister in law was asking her if she was basically going to be okay and about money etc..She said to us after she paid the bills she would see what was left and give us kids each something. At the time I thought I do not really care about money she will be so depressed over my dad and she has not worked since she was taking care of him that she will need all the money until she feels up to working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So she went up to Canada to visit my older sister. She asked my older sister how the rest of the family is doing financially. Which my sister replied that since my little sister was a college student she probably is not doing great finacially. Then 'the widow' asked my sister if they could use any money..of course we are all a proud family and said no..But later my brother in law went back and said yes they would accept money so she gave them $800. Which thank goodness they took the money because just recently my brother in law got laid off. Then 'the widow' goes to Las Vegas and asks my little sister about the rest of the families finances. And I do not know about any other family but I do not discuss my money problems with my family..They are as poor as I am so why involve them. Anyway so 'the widow' gives my little sister $2000 check which again I am thankful for because she really really needed the money. But wait..what about My brother Michael and Me? Are we not my father's children too? So talking to my older sister she is upset that it seems like 'the widow' is playing favorites and that is not fair. She sends a email to 'the widow' letting her know she does not appriciate how she was excluding me and Michael and how as my fathers children if one of us deserves money all of us deserve money no matter what her personal feelings towards us..'The widow' comes up with some excuse that she thought she would have more time to approach my brother and me. Bull**** she had not intention of contacting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So I find out that 'the widow' has a new boyfriend. Met him at the end of July..Well in case you forgot my dad died July 13th..wow she waited a whole few weeks before moving on..So in my mind okay well if she can have a boyfriend she is well enough to work like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So after the email I get a call from 'the widow' inviting me and Scott to come to dinner on Sunday along with my brother and his family. So we drive from Salt Lake to Layton about a 40 min drive but it took longer because we ran into some traffic and had to stop to let my little niece go to the bathroom. So we were suppost to be there at 6pm we got there at 6:20pm. We knock and no answer at 'the widows' door yet her car is still there..we call her cell phone no answer..it is cold outside and so we go back to the car and wait for a bit thinking she went to a neighbors for a minute and would be back. But still she does not show up. We are all hungry so we left a note on her door and message on her phone then went and got something to eat and came back. Now her car was gone and note still on the door. So my sister in law calls her again and 'the widow' actually picks up this time and says that she waited until after 6pm and went to a neighbor. My sister in law was saying that we were not that late we had traffic..Oh forgot to tell you that 'the widow' was leaving wednesday to move to arizona where her boyfriend lives..Anyway so my sister in law Kathy says well don't you have stuff of there dad's to give them. She said she was at her home teachers, Kathy asks if she can come back to give us my dad's stuff. Well her reply was her time was valuable and she could not come back she would just leave it at a neighbor and we could pick it up later. At this point I am pissed! And like my brother pointed out who wouldn't you wait 20 minutes for?? Expecially when you invited them to dinner. So we had to go home because my niece needed to get to bed..but if I had not carpooled with them I would have been waiting for that woman to get home to get my dad's stuff..I called my older sister in Canada to tell her what happened. I had the day off on Monday so I planned on showing up Monday morning at 'the widows' door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Well thank goodness I did not have to. My older sister called 'the widow' and yelled at her. 'The widow' was yelling back saying how my dad left everything to her so it was hers all hers. And 'the widow' was yelling until my older sister threatened to use the $800 dollars to fly down there and be at her door and get a lawyer. Suddenly she got all weepy and nice. She whined about how there was no more money and we should have called when we were late..blah blah blah..I do not believe this woman one bit..it was some sick little game she was playing to waste our time like that. Anyway she drove to Salt Lake Monday and dropped the stuff off at my brothers and apologized to my sister in law..of course I did not get an apology but that woman knows not to call me. So anyway the nice dinner I was expecting I was going to ask her about more stuff of my dads I would have liked but now it is gone with her to Arizona..stuff that does not mean a damn thing to her but would mean something to me. I was glad my older sister pointed out to this woman when she was whining how we had not contacted her to even see how she was doing..She pointed out we were all dealing with this it was not all about her. We have lost a father and while she could replace a husband. Which looks like she is already going to do. We can not replace a father. And the for her to say everything of my dad's is hers because they were married 3 years..what a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And then her whining about having no more money..Bull**** again. If she doesn't have any more money it is because she has been spending it left and right. And I pray that she has paid all the bills and no one comes after us as my dad's kids to pay things..So here is how I know she has spent money. She took her new boyfriend on a hot air balloon ride..so yeah that is at the least $500 bucks right there..She daughter got a new car..Which she told my sister in law she got for her..So even if it is a junker which I doubt at the least $1500. She has all new clothes. Started doing Mary Kay which is a couple hundred. So why does her daughter get a car and my brother who let them live there gets nothing..or me because she does not like me. We are pretty sure she is just playing a game..we are thinking we might need a lawyer to protect us if she is not take care of all the affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Here is how I believe a honest person would have handled this whole situation. First the money you would have given every kid something. You would have looked at what bills you had to pay and your living expenses and figure how much you can give the kids then split it up evenly and gave them each some. And as for my dad's stuff that she thinks she owns an honest person would think if he had it before they were married it was his not hers. That person might even let the kids go through stuff to see what means something to them and let them have it. Like I wanted some of my dad's dvds I gave him like the sci fi ones like planet of the apes..for her they mean nothing for me they remind me of my childhood with my dad. And how do you remember things from your childhood that will bring up memories unless you see it. But of course when we asked her for stuff she made you feel like you had no right to it..a woman that knew my dad for about 3 years is going to make is kids feel like they have no right to any of his stuff..I tell you this woman is evil. And I really pitty her new boyfriend and mostly his kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-2677690748554690980?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/2677690748554690980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=2677690748554690980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2677690748554690980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2677690748554690980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-that-my-dad-is-gone-we-get-to-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-290880815225922609</id><published>2009-09-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:25:01.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I miss my dad. My diet is not working fast enough..I know it is unrealistic to think I should lose like tons of weight right away. I feel over whelmed at work. Yeah everything does not feel good right now..it is call depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So here is the song I suggested that we sing at my dad's funeral that got cut out to make room for Heather's daughter.We had two songs on the program the one I picked because it was my favorite song..thus it had meaning..and the other song picked because Jason said it was a funeral song the song was Nearer my God to thee..so yeah no special meaning..So Heather changed the program to include her daughter talking she should have discussed it with us and I would have told her that I wanted my song kept. Yes I am bitter. That is okay though I am sure I will get over it all in a few years. So here is my favorite Hymn that I wish we would have sang at my dad's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Hymn 127 Does the Journey Seem Long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;   Does the journey seem long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; the path rugged and steep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Are there briars and thorns on the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Do sharp stones cut your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; As you struggle to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; to the heights thru the heat of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Is your heart faint and sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Your soul weary within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; As you toil 'neath your burden of care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Does the load heavy seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; You are forced now to lift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Is there no one your burden to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Let your heart be not faint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Now the journey's begun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; There is One who still beckons to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; So look upward in joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; And take hold of his hand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; He will lead you to heights that are new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; A land holy and pure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Where all trouble doth end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; And your life shall be free from all sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Where no tears shall be shed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; For no sorrow remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Take his hand and with him enter in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Text by Joseph Fielding Smith, 1876-1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Music by George D. Pyper, 1860-1943&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I am sure this depression will pass in a couple weeks but it sucks while it lasts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-290880815225922609?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/290880815225922609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=290880815225922609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/290880815225922609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/290880815225922609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-3596625646204523391</id><published>2009-09-01T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:56:49.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zOXuQ0_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/kkbJ1UuOLOI/s1600-h/LoN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zOXuQ0_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/kkbJ1UuOLOI/s200/LoN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So once again I made the trip to Las Vegas for Terry Goodkind. We left on 8/21 in the morning we got into Vegas around 11am and I drove right to the Barnes and Noble in Henderson to pick up my copy of The Law of Nines so I could get it signed that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Had time to kill before the signing so we went down to the strip. My little sister works in the Fashion Show mall at the Fredricks of Hollywood store there so we stopped in to see her first then headed off to Treasure Isl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and next door. Scott was hoping we could find him some piratey stuff there..No such luck..but we did melt outside while taking pictures by the pirate ship since it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;was 110!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp21OJnjg7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K03yZ2D_kik/s1600-h/Vegas15s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp21OJnjg7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K03yZ2D_kik/s320/Vegas15s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2ziBekODI/AAAAAAAAAIk/htjMaD5iSDg/s1600-h/Vegas2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2ziBekODI/AAAAAAAAAIk/htjMaD5iSDg/s200/Vegas2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zdSeVaLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O363e2eZ_YA/s1600-h/Vegas1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zdSeVaLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O363e2eZ_YA/s200/Vegas1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zmfaLSgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I2zWuwD0jzs/s1600-h/Vegas3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zmfaLSgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I2zWuwD0jzs/s200/Vegas3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yeah I was melting..I was kind of dumb I was wearing my black Terrygoodkind.net t-shirt and I was sweating all over it. Well I wanted to be able to wear that to the signing so we went back to the mall and I found a cheap t-shirt of a lighter color and fabric that I could sweat on. Tracy (my little sis) let me use the dressing room in her store to change..of course while I was in there I had to try some of the merchandise on..but hey she got me a great family discount!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then it was time for the signing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Signing Pictures (these were taken by Mindy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp23hCu0RXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cMKbQNJKrmA/s1600-h/Signing2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp23hCu0RXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cMKbQNJKrmA/s200/Signing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp23agOLaXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ow9v9y45vpg/s1600-h/Signing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp23agOLaXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ow9v9y45vpg/s320/Signing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Scott and Me &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Plus a nice butt shot at least I was not bending over.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;People I knew and new people I met at the signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24rC9iaMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v0_cbSYmBow/s1600-h/Signing22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24rC9iaMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v0_cbSYmBow/s200/Signing22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24MA5GH7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3KXa3SpnQA8/s1600-h/Signing5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24MA5GH7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3KXa3SpnQA8/s200/Signing5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24akn8wQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3W2vASUim58/s1600-h/Signing11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24akn8wQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3W2vASUim58/s200/Signing11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24cl8bQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0LR0q_tD9Wg/s1600-h/Signing13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24cl8bQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0LR0q_tD9Wg/s200/Signing13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24Xo3W3-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wZqlY7txFcQ/s1600-h/Signing10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24Xo3W3-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wZqlY7txFcQ/s200/Signing10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24HygIx_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3Sibx1YMdEM/s1600-h/Signing4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24HygIx_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3Sibx1YMdEM/s200/Signing4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24f_RlTOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6DjiKwDWtHk/s1600-h/Signing19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24f_RlTOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6DjiKwDWtHk/s200/Signing19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24UcXYdtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7nbIkeqyb40/s1600-h/Signing8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp24UcXYdtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7nbIkeqyb40/s200/Signing8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp25-0CHN9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0PTtc7zNC2A/s1600-h/Vegas5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp25-0CHN9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0PTtc7zNC2A/s320/Vegas5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I got to visit with wonderful people while in line and it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It was dark out so we thought that it would be cooler and we could go play on the strip..yeah we were wrong..it was 80! But we tried to see the strip anyway. We went to the Luxor, Scott wanted to show me the egyptian decorations. Then we walked next door to Excalibur because I love medieval stuff I found a cute little dragon to take home. I would have like to go to the tourniment of kings but since we were already spending money on the Evening with Terry Goodkind we had to pass..Maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp26EfKXiHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PqcOl0QJGus/s1600-h/Vegas7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp26EfKXiHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PqcOl0QJGus/s200/Vegas7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp26BAHLGKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Nf2Bu5e7zEc/s1600-h/Vegas6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp26BAHLGKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Nf2Bu5e7zEc/s200/Vegas6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp259YEY98I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EIRR7iH6QjI/s1600-h/Vegas4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp259YEY98I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EIRR7iH6QjI/s320/Vegas4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So the next day we had to go and try out a Vegas Buffet. So we went to the Carnival world buffet at the Rio. Yeah we had to stand in line it was busy..I have never been to a buffet in vegas before so now I have it was okay nothing really special..but what buffets are special? By time we were done eating it was time to go and get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ready for..An Evening with Terry Goodkind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G9OD-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/asm_jSmPVXY/s1600-h/evening4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G9OD-ZWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/asm_jSmPVXY/s200/evening4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G7kRKRAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vyF61rSXmgk/s1600-h/Evening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G7kRKRAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vyF61rSXmgk/s200/Evening3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G-dm4LeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NxuSm3qxmE4/s1600-h/Evening9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3G-dm4LeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NxuSm3qxmE4/s200/Evening9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We rode in a bus up to a beautiful mansion it was awesome. We got apetizers but it seemed more like a meal Scott said he ate enough filet minion to make up for the price. They had a champagne toast but since we do not drink we got to toast with our cans of lemon aide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HOjOLCdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XppjGzr-oUo/s1600-h/Evening27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HOjOLCdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XppjGzr-oUo/s200/Evening27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HAotwjxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FCG942iDttc/s1600-h/Evening11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HAotwjxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FCG942iDttc/s200/Evening11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HDBYUFoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iH1sgE871Q0/s1600-h/Evening16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HDBYUFoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iH1sgE871Q0/s200/Evening16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HGQbhImI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OmImJDTLp4Q/s1600-h/Evening23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HGQbhImI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OmImJDTLp4Q/s200/Evening23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KvI-i7DI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ncyyq7eznwk/s1600-h/Vegas11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KvI-i7DI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ncyyq7eznwk/s200/Vegas11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HRD8mrSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cZX7hzNAbho/s1600-h/Evening34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HRD8mrSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cZX7hzNAbho/s200/Evening34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HMAv9YnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PegDIY-LpDM/s1600-h/Evening25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HMAv9YnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/PegDIY-LpDM/s200/Evening25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HVXGEFdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZkA0zbDRzlM/s1600-h/Evening45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HVXGEFdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZkA0zbDRzlM/s200/Evening45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KsECHNbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s3707A0bdgU/s1600-h/Vegas13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KsECHNbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/s3707A0bdgU/s200/Vegas13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Got to hang out with people from the Terrygoodkind.com board which is always extremely fun. What a great bunch of people. Terry had a question and answer session. Donna Parkinson talked about her late husband Keith Parkinsons work and working with Terry on the book covers for his Sword of Truth series. We were show Law of Nines pg 149 the short film Terry did from a part in the book his way of proving that you can take his word and actually put them on film and do it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Before leaving I went up to Terry and told him I appricated how well he treated his fans and said that I knew of some authors that disrespected there fans. He did not understand how a author could do that. I told him how I appriciated even though he might have crazy fans he never expressed it in public. He made a comment about the fans that focused on the little things in his books. I compared it to like Star Trek fans arguing about how a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;communicator works. It doesn't because it is fiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KtYj657I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/f9k89WjjUuA/s1600-h/Vegas16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KtYj657I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/f9k89WjjUuA/s200/Vegas16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Scott was impress that Terry actually remembered him. Three years ago about we were actually invited with a small group of other fans to go to Terry's house for a party. At the party Scott was able to talk to Terry and tell him how he had not read all the Sword of Truth books because of the violence and rape in the books. They discussed how Terry felt to show how truely evil the people were he had to write those things. Scott thinks that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Terry is a great author he just has to vivid of an imagination to be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to read those things. So I pointed to Scott and said even though he had not read the Sword of Truth series still I could probably get him to read the new one Law of Nines and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Terry pointed to Scott and said. "Yeah I remember talking about that before." Wow three years and he remembers. Probably he does not get people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HYN97iXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cYssRlS9up4/s1600-h/Evening49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HYN97iXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cYssRlS9up4/s200/Evening49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that come to these things and actually tell him they do not like something he wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We got to take home some really fun stuff from the party. We got shirts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;dvd of the Law of Nines short film,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KnhSZA8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_MU8IF9ZI5w/s1600-h/SNC00015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3KnhSZA8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_MU8IF9ZI5w/s200/SNC00015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Signed stills from the actor and actoress in the short film, and we got to pick a hard cover copy of one of Terry's books..saddly I own them all already but Scott got to pick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;on..and I actually got one to replace a older one that has been beat up by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3Kp9ZRuNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5W5jacbPVeU/s1600-h/Vegas8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3Kp9ZRuNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5W5jacbPVeU/s200/Vegas8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;many many readings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HTT7sPNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rSF-pAc8Q2k/s1600-h/Evening39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3HTT7sPNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rSF-pAc8Q2k/s200/Evening39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;On the way home we got rear-ended :( Good thing even though it felt like it was a hard hit there was no damage. Scott thought it was funny while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;we were waiting for the cop to get us info we were talking to the guy that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;hit as and he asked why we were in town and I told him it was for a signing for Terry Goodkind. Scott did not think the guy would even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;who it was but as soon as I said the name he was like 'whoa yeah Sword or Truth'. I told Scott he is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;New York Times bestselling author that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;means that more people then you think have read him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3IbE6jsAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Xig00gZz-64/s1600-h/Characters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3IbE6jsAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Xig00gZz-64/s200/Characters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3Kp9ZRuNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5W5jacbPVeU/s1600-h/Vegas8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3ALtgWU4I/AAAAAAAAANs/ltVw2gmxdL8/s1600-h/Characters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So a few sad things about our trip to vegas. One I had $9 in cash in my purse just so I could gamble and I did not get to even spend it. We were running around too much :P The other super super sad thing is no Star Trek Experience and eating at Quark's Bar..ever time that I have ever went to Vegas we always went to the Hilton and ate there..I am really annoyed they took it away..I think that was a mistake on the Hiltons part I do not think they are going to get as much business being off the strip like they are..and Star Trek was the only reason I went in there and I would assume that is the same case for other people too.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Previous Trips to Vegas and fond memories of Quarks bar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3A36uW_UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l5daYZM64bo/s1600-h/DS9s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp3A36uW_UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l5daYZM64bo/s320/DS9s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zmfaLSgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I2zWuwD0jzs/s1600-h/Vegas3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp2zdSeVaLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O363e2eZ_YA/s1600-h/Vegas1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sp21OJnjg7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K03yZ2D_kik/s1600-h/Vegas15s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Her death in June was so sudden and unexpected..I miss being able to talk to her at work everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1DBLthKiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gflzEB01MPE/s1600-h/P5110026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1DBLthKiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gflzEB01MPE/s320/P5110026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363016418870766114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1AHYPGuxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MYChL9Oa0kw/s1600-h/C%26S+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1AHYPGuxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MYChL9Oa0kw/s320/C%26S+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363013226777197330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the big one..My father..He passed away on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; July 13. I know he was hanging on for my little sisters wedding. That was on July 11th even though he did not make it too the actual wedding like he wanted to. I try not to think about it because I think I am still in denial..But found out my uncle passed away yesterday..yup that brought it all back up again..I have a cousin that is my age and I thought about what she is going through right now..and it just reminded me what I am still going through..Even though it was expected since he had cancer..it sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ll is sad everytime I see a Harley motorcycle. My cousin Jeremy lost his father and warned us it does not get easier. Thanks Jeremy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was younger,&lt;br /&gt;My father taught me not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;'I will give you something to cry about'&lt;br /&gt;It was not a gentle lesson.&lt;br /&gt;He was a man angry in life.&lt;br /&gt;His marriage was unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He lost his job.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom kicked him out.&lt;br /&gt;He was a man defeated.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not cry,&lt;br /&gt;I had learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gentled and became at peace.&lt;br /&gt;He grew and knew happiness&lt;br /&gt;Again he taught me not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;He found out he had cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He spent days in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;He suffered set backs and defeats&lt;br /&gt;He suffered threw pain.&lt;br /&gt;But he did not cry,&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and found humor.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter instead of tears.&lt;br /&gt;He was a different man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father now that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1CshneM1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/5QHhAAO1m58/s1600-h/DCAM0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1CshneM1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/5QHhAAO1m58/s320/DCAM0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363016063973733202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the man that did not say I love you very often but showed it by always giving me a place to live during the hardest times in my life..For the man that always liked to take the scenic route no matter how long..For the greatest Scout Master ever..For the wanna be farmer..For being my own personal machanic..For giving me my love of science fiction..For my sense of humor..and all the things you have done for me..I will miss you..I will be sad that while on earth my children will not know there grandpa..I hope you are keeping them company in heaven until it is there time to come to our home..I love you Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-5940348487451017623?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/5940348487451017623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=5940348487451017623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/5940348487451017623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/5940348487451017623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-comes-in-threes.html' title='Death comes in Threes'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/Sm1DBLthKiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gflzEB01MPE/s72-c/P5110026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-3277713316641735679</id><published>2008-12-02T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:46:31.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow been a while since I have posted. But my life has kind of been a roller coaster lately. We found out at the end of September that my Dad has cancer. Later we got the news that doctors were saying he has a year of life left. He has a tumor in his leg that is about 10 inches in dimiter. They are not going to operate to remove the tumor because quoting from his doctor 'The horse has already left the barn' The cancer has spread to his lungs which is pretty much the final stages. The type of cancer he has is soft tissue sarcoma. So this was all very overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been trying to spend as much time as possible with my dad. Because who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to express how thankful I am to my father. Yes while we were growing up he made mistakes but he really saved me as an adult. Both times in my life when I was going through the valley of pain and sadness. Times when I felt worthless and that living was just too painful. He never had to say anything He just had to be there. His presence reminded me I was loved. And that saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-3277713316641735679?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/3277713316641735679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=3277713316641735679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/3277713316641735679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/3277713316641735679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-been-while-since-i-have-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-7727869755918804195</id><published>2008-08-30T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:38:06.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncommited blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7S8PYs9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/acyyw_wDMSs/s1600-h/DCAM0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240355206760805330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7S8PYs9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/acyyw_wDMSs/s320/DCAM0061.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7KYnSKcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LdEXd65cjHg/s1600-h/DCAM0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The first of the month we went to Glacier National Park with my whole family..It was so nice I never get to see my sister Dorene and her family since they live in Canada..We only really went into the park one day most of the time we really just enjoyed time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354010698242818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl6NUj2WwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jF0La3yG6v0/s320/n533382455_1206035_5520.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;                                             Mary (niece), Tracy (little sis), Me and Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354435520892386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl6mDJdjeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0rKUSODQ2sc/s320/DCAM0062.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;                                                Dorene, Rebecca and Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7iauxdGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ja9vVJmIpQo/s1600-h/DCAM0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240355472643552354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7iauxdGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ja9vVJmIpQo/s320/DCAM0066.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mary was really hard to handle when water was around..That little girl has no fear so just wanted to run right to it and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl55w6scCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H0PIKIF948w/s1600-h/n533382455_1206012_5857.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2899546542295820356-7727869755918804195?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/7727869755918804195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=7727869755918804195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/7727869755918804195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/7727869755918804195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncommited-blogger.html' title='Uncommited blogger'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SLl7S8PYs9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/acyyw_wDMSs/s72-c/DCAM0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-3390533665597581840</id><published>2008-06-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:38:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hate hate moving..I hate packing and realizing I have so much junk! I hate having to walk in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out with loads YUCK! I really need to make some friends fast so we actually have people to help us move..so far it is like me, scott, my brother(thank heaven for my wonderful brother) and a friend zade..yeah so we are going to be making alot of loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will be happy to be out of this place. As Scott was heading back to work after his lunch break at home he notices an eviction notice on a apartment door and something in his head told him to check our door but then he was like 'nah I already paid rent' but it kept bugging him so he went and checked(we have a back door that is why we never use the front door)well sure enough we had a eviction notice on the door saying we had not paid rent. So then Scott starts to doubt himself thinking..'well maybe I did not pay rent' But he check his bank and yup sure enough rent was paid and the check was cashed. So he goes into the office and lets them know duh you did get rent!..Later I was looking at his reciept for paying rent well it has our apartment # on it but some other couples name. Anyway this is not the first time this apartment complex has made a screw up like that..They just really suck..Scott thinks it is not mistakes that they do it on purpose to get more money out of you..who knows does not matter we will escape this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We have to be out by the 20th..I feel overwhelmed and I am just ready to start throwing everything into a box instead of trying to organize it..I will probably end up doing that I am a clutter person anyway :P thank goodness Scott is too so he does not get annoyed with me..We live in clutter bliss :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time for bed so I can go to work then come home and do more work :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-3390533665597581840?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/3390533665597581840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=3390533665597581840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/3390533665597581840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/3390533665597581840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-blues.html' title='Moving blues'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-6666926433705139164</id><published>2008-06-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T09:29:04.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday was a nice day. My dad and his wife Heather got sealed in the temple. Scott and I were not able to go we do not have the new barcoded recommends because we have been bad non active people and we did not find out in enough time to get new recommends. I am glad they got sealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;   My older sister flew in from Canada for the occation so last night we were all at my dads playing games and hanging out. We were all quite entertained by my niece Mary she is a crazy 4 year old. I found her the best birthday present..we will have to see if she likes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-6666926433705139164?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/6666926433705139164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=6666926433705139164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/6666926433705139164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/6666926433705139164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-4287912446081502717</id><published>2008-05-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:32:59.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So we saw Prince Caspian..I loved it..Which was to be expected because I loved the first one. This one was darker then the first one. So not quite as kid friendly. I really hope they continue making them and do all the books. I get so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; when I am watching the movies I actually got a little teary eyed. Plus the religious references do that do me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can not wait to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walle&lt;/span&gt;..if you have looked at my my space page you would know that :P. It looks so dang cute! June 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;..I am tempted to go to opening night even though I hate opening nights..too many people yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-4287912446081502717?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/4287912446081502717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=4287912446081502717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4287912446081502717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/4287912446081502717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-we-saw-prince-caspian.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-2787148743174920585</id><published>2008-05-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:48:33.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204000074406634642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSfuYdJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/tDv_TTsncO8/s320/TracyNewYorkRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhTtuYdJNI/AAAAAAAAADg/njoyN__E3Po/s1600-h/Tracy%26MomNYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204001414436431058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhTtuYdJNI/AAAAAAAAADg/njoyN__E3Po/s320/Tracy%26MomNYC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mom and tracy went out to New York the week of mothers day to visit Tracy's mission..Of course me and Scott were not invited :P But that is okay someday I would like to go there. It is so funny to me about how comfortable Tracy is in the big city. I would be scared the whole time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I guess if you live there for almost 2 years you get use to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSR-YdJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/cvo9GVL2dEE/s1600-h/TracyNewYorker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203999838183433346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSR-YdJII/AAAAAAAAAC4/cvo9GVL2dEE/s320/TracyNewYorker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big city life. Saddly my life is pretty boring so I have to write about others exciting adventures. Tracy really looks like a New Yorker in the Subway picture. Complete with attitude and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSqeYdJKI/AAAAAAAAADI/LZiAkU-zUSw/s1600-h/TracyNewYorkM%26M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204000259090228386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSqeYdJKI/AAAAAAAAADI/LZiAkU-zUSw/s320/TracyNewYorkM%26M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is just a cute picture of Tracy I thought :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhTYuYdJMI/AAAAAAAAADY/BKeYDTniafI/s1600-h/TracyNYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204001053659178178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhTYuYdJMI/AAAAAAAAADY/BKeYDTniafI/s320/TracyNYC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is on top of the convent she stayed in show off the New York sky line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I stole all these pictures from Tracy's facebook page so to see more go here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=533382455&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=533382455&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a good memorial day weekend everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2899546542295820356-2787148743174920585?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/2787148743174920585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=2787148743174920585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2787148743174920585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2787148743174920585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mom-and-tracy-went-out-to-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhSfuYdJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/tDv_TTsncO8/s72-c/TracyNewYorkRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-117233156277335001</id><published>2008-05-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:52:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhRVOYdJGI/AAAAAAAAACo/nGJninHBb_Y/s1600-h/May08_008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203998794506380386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhRVOYdJGI/AAAAAAAAACo/nGJninHBb_Y/s320/May08_008_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQtuYdJFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fm2RFQt7JUk/s1600-h/May08_011_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203998115901547602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQtuYdJFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fm2RFQt7JUk/s320/May08_011_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQDuYdJBI/AAAAAAAAACA/RyhZb9HpWvs/s1600-h/May08_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203997394347041810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQDuYdJBI/AAAAAAAAACA/RyhZb9HpWvs/s320/May08_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQQOYdJCI/AAAAAAAAACI/J8C1pdJS9VE/s1600-h/May08_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203997609095406626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQQOYdJCI/AAAAAAAAACI/J8C1pdJS9VE/s320/May08_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQkeYdJEI/AAAAAAAAACY/hb6LB6PfI6g/s1600-h/May08_012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203997956987757634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhQkeYdJEI/AAAAAAAAACY/hb6LB6PfI6g/s320/May08_012_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So as promised I have pictures. Rock Band!..We even convinced my mom to play!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhP2uYdJAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EYy9ispMx_0/s1600-h/May08_001_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203997171008742402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhP2uYdJAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EYy9ispMx_0/s320/May08_001_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203996934785541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhPo-YdI_I/AAAAAAAAABw/OG5ng43tMbY/s320/May08_002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope everyone is planning on a funnier memorial day weekend that what I have had so far. Yesterday I had the day off work so I could have a 4 day weekend but I ended up going to the doctor for my yearly exam..and all you women out there know what that means. Yeah I really do not like going to the doctor. And I am deathly afraid of needles so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I go she tries to convince me to get a shot. I am so afraid of needles that I am contemplating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;birth&lt;/span&gt; to avoid the huge needle they put in your back..that is how afraid of them I am..I think I have a needle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;phobia&lt;/span&gt; or something..even just writing about them right now is giving me the chills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-117233156277335001?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/117233156277335001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=117233156277335001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/117233156277335001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/117233156277335001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-as-promised-i-have-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SDhRVOYdJGI/AAAAAAAAACo/nGJninHBb_Y/s72-c/May08_008_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-5797917816509674268</id><published>2008-05-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:45:42.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I am a sporadic blog writer..I doubt I have avid readers so really it does not matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alot has been going on recently. I am in a new position at work. I am not a Preferred Customer Associate..that means I work with the big boys and keep them all happy and spending money with UPS. It also means I get to be the one to give them the bad new when I can not find there packages or it is going to be late etc etc..but all in all it is sooo much better then any other positions I have had in the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next month on June 16th it will be a year. Married a year already. I love Scott he is the most wonderful man. When I have a bad day he brings me flowers. He makes weird craving runs for me..like the other night I was craving dream sicles ice cream bars he went out and got them for me :) I am training him for when I am pregnant :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We do have a new addition to the family it was added on mothers day..it was a anniversary present..or so we told ourselves to justify buying it :D We bought and Xbox 360..and do you know that that means?!!? ROCK BAND baby!! (pictures coming soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-5797917816509674268?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/5797917816509674268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=5797917816509674268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/5797917816509674268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/5797917816509674268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-am-sporadic-blog-writer.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-129884989020231223</id><published>2008-01-07T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:26:08.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I stayed home from work today. I called in sick. I am sick but not really. I am more sick of my job with a little bit of a cold. I use to work in the billing department then I moved to CSTA which is the department that traces lost packages. But because we have not been very busy most of the day I take tracking calls. I take the kind of calls I moved to billing to avoid. I feel like I have taken a step down instead of up like I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Confessor by Terry Goodkind. It was a good end to the series. I think I am glad it is over I was growing tired of the same characters. I am ready for him to write something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how big of a geek I am. I am going to start playing Star War roleplaying game. It will be Scott and me, my brother and his wife Kathy, and a few of my brothers friends. I tried D&amp;amp;D a couple times and just could not get into it. Probably because I am unfamilar with the world so I do not know what to do. Like if they drop you in some forest and say 'Okay what do you want to do?' I have no idea what to do, but others I played with start saying things like 'I want to cast..' or 'I am going to search for tracks..' It is hard when you do not know the world you are in to play in it. I think Star Wars will be better it is a more familar genre and alot of the concepts are based in the real world so I do not have to have spells memorized I can just have my character go to a computer and hack it etc... Another good thing is this is something I can play with Scott. Right now he goes to D&amp;amp;D every wednesday and I get stuck home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel fat. I need to lose weight. I started working out with my friend Dianna but so far it is only once a week and I do not think that is enough to get rid of all my extra fat. I think I need to work out every day. But I have motivation issues. I will have to work on that. I think I need to lose weight because if I ever plan on having kids at my current weight when I have a baby I will get HUGE. And I would rather just get Big when I get pregnant. With all that diet and exercise crap out there it is really hard to sort out what would really work. We will see. I guess if I work out consistantly and never lose any weight I still would probably feel more healthy so there would be a postive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear my PS2 calling me. Need to play some Final Fantasy before Scott gets home and wants to play God of War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-129884989020231223?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/129884989020231223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=129884989020231223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/129884989020231223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/129884989020231223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-stayed-home-from-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-2495936066238466370</id><published>2008-01-02T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:47:33.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!! Happy NEW YEAR Everyone! To all my friends I miss you and hope your Christmas and New Years rocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank goodness the Christmas season is over! Working for UPS really makes me hate the holidays and all the whiners out there. Really I have no simpathy for the mom that calls up whining that her son is not going to get his $300 package full of presents. That woman asked me what she was going to tell her kid when santa didn't come.How about teaching your child that possessions aren't everything? How about telling your kid that santa procrastinated? How about going to the store and picking up a few small things for him to open? When I was younger we use to get excited when for christmas we got brand name cereal and our own 12 pack of shasta soda. What your kids expect for christmas is what you teach them. So unless you are a mother that spent her last $20 to ship this present to your kid for christmas I really don't give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another thing that made the holidays suck this year is my grandpa died on 12/21. So I went to work on christmas eve and had to wait for my boss to get in to see if I could get time off for the funeral. Well once again people were whining about this present or that present for various family members. I was pretty emotional and it was very tempting to point out that they should be glad they have that family member around for the holidays because some people don't.Christmas to me should always be about family presents are just a added bonus. But maybe that comes from me being raised in a poor family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That happy side of my grandpa's funeral was that my sister. brother-in-law and niece came down from canada. Spending time with my family is always great.We all got to meet my sister Tracy's long distance boyfriend who ended up breaking up with her.Thank Goodness! He was way too girly. And he had a attitude that reminded me of Dave. The "I am better then all of you attitude".Yeah my sis can do so so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So the winner of the best present award this year is my little sis Tracy! She got me Season I &amp;amp; II of Red Dwarf!!! Totally unexpected but totally awesome!! Scott is really going to have to try harder next year. Just kidding his presents were great too but Tracy has the history where she knows we watched that show growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope everyone had wonderful holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-2495936066238466370?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/2495936066238466370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=2495936066238466370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2495936066238466370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/2495936066238466370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-happy-new-year-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899546542295820356.post-1460149914566191119</id><published>2007-12-19T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:22:39.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't sleep for some reason. I think I might be getting sick. Since I was up I decided to check out this blogging thing. Seems like all my friends are having babies. I feel a bit left behind. But I don't think I could be a parent right now anyway. I would like to be able to stay at home with the kid can't do that with our budget right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I do not have any cute kids or pregnancy to update on I guess I just have to write about me. Work sucks. Yup that is about all I can say. I hate Christmas at UPS. Ship your packages early people! Do you not get that it is winter and that we have stuff called snow? Anyway I could rant forever about annoying customers but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to go and try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899546542295820356-1460149914566191119?l=ladysioned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/feeds/1460149914566191119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899546542295820356&amp;postID=1460149914566191119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/1460149914566191119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899546542295820356/posts/default/1460149914566191119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysioned.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-sleep-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16582129409304607064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSP_KghwiUQ/SD4qNuYdJQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tCTr2_PHvzo/S220/C%26S+113m.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
