<?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-13005927</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:50.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP, WORK, GO HOME, SLEEP</title><subtitle type='html'>A COMPOSITION OF THOUGHTS FROM DAY TO DAY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-113024225715177810</id><published>2005-10-25T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:46:38.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a birthday taht will go down in the books.  The things that were done to me yesterday were a first for me.  Don't start thinking dirty because it wasn't anything like that, although now I kind of wish it was.  Well I guess I should cut to the chase and tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started having these pains in my lower abdomen on Friday the 21st.  I didn't think anything of it because the pain wasn't that bad.  Well yesterday it was still the same feeling only a little more intense.  So I decided to go to the doctor to see what was wrong.  Now I know women have to go through things in life to get checked out, but they usually spread things like this out.  Lets start with the dreaded "pap", which by the way I wasn't do for until November, but anyway.  That wasn't as bad as it usually is, but who likes cold hard plastic duck bills shoved into them, and the spread apart like two pieces of bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we go to the drawing of blood. One word for that "painless"!!!  I didn't even know he had stuck me.  This guy was good.  So onto the sonogram, one of two of them anyway.  I had no idea that they had to blow up your bladder to get a sonogram of your ovaries.  So when the nurse walks in and says "ok its time for your catheder", I said "woe woe woe woe, why do I have to have a catheder?"  The nurse replied "So we can lift your bladder off of your ovaries quickly to get the sonogram.  If we let you fill your bladder on your own it would take 4 hours."  I'm thinking this lady must not know that my bladder is the size of a peanut.  I went to the bathroom like ten times before she came in the room.  Why couldn't she have told me to just hold it, and then I wouldn't have had to have the catheder.  But nooooooo, they had me pee in a cup, and then I had no urine to hold my bladder up.  So to make a long story short the bitch gave me the catheder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next they come and get me in a wheelchair.  I said I could walk, but when I stood up with the catheder in I changed my mind real fast.  I felt like I was going to pee on myself and they hadn't even filled my bladder up yet.  So anyway, we go down and do the external sonogram.  Then they take the catheder out, and I go and piss a river.  I come back in and they then do an internal sonogram.  This was a bit unusual.  The only time I have ever seen anything like what they were going to stick in me was in a porn store.  Well guess what I had to stick it in me myself.  Talk about weird, I figured it couldn't get much worse.  I mean don't get the wrong, it didn't hurt it was just alot to go through in one night and it was a bit uncomfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they finish the sonograms, and wheel me back up to the ER to wait for the results.  I am thinking its nothing really, maybe just a pulled muscle.  Man could I have been more wrong.  I have a 6cm cyst on my right ovary.  My jaw just dropped, and ofcourse the tears swelled up in my eyes, and the snot was dripping from my nose.  I was scared, and the first thing that came to my mind was could I still have kids.  They said I shouldn't worry, that this is very typical for women, and he said since I was so young, that was even better.  They want to do laparoscopic surgery to look at it more closely, and remove it if necessary.  But they won't know much until the surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can top that for a birthday present, I would love to hear the story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-113024225715177810?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/113024225715177810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=113024225715177810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/113024225715177810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/113024225715177810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112983255855850493</id><published>2005-10-20T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:04:31.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE BEEN TAGGED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Texas, and ride horses on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;2. Obtain a decent career &lt;br /&gt;3. Build a home just the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the wonderful outback of Austraiia&lt;br /&gt;5. Build my own animal shelter, and put it on around 1000 acres.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;7. Have alot of sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing, drive, and smoke at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stand on my head&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride a bike&lt;br /&gt;4. Play basketball, baseball, volleyball, and do it well&lt;br /&gt;5. Lay a big wet sloppy kiss on my husband.&lt;br /&gt;6. DRIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Write poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pee standing up&lt;br /&gt;2. Sport wood&lt;br /&gt;3. Fly&lt;br /&gt;4. Roller skate&lt;br /&gt;5. Water ski&lt;br /&gt;6. Stand to be around my husbands ex-wife&lt;br /&gt;7. Kill my husbands ex-wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Personality&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;4. Kindness&lt;br /&gt;5. Surprising me&lt;br /&gt;6. How he treats his mother&lt;br /&gt;7. Cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7 things I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for calling the HITS National Help Desk. This is Michelle speaking. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Goober&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there anything else I can help you with today?&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you for calling, and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;5. Son Beech&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not showing it locked out&lt;br /&gt;7. Abbygirl!!!!, How's my baby this evening, have you been a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Celebrity crushes (that I'm not ashamed of):&lt;br /&gt;1. Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;3. Ty Pennington&lt;br /&gt;4. George Stults&lt;br /&gt;5. Matthew McConaughey &lt;br /&gt;6. Stephen Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;7. Tom Welling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 tags:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anita (because I wonder if she is still alive)&lt;br /&gt;2. Brian (already been tagged)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamie (already been tagged)&lt;br /&gt;4. Who ever wants to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;5. Who ever wants to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;6. Who ever wants to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;7. Who ever wants to be tagged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112983255855850493?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112983255855850493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112983255855850493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112983255855850493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112983255855850493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;VE BEEN TAGGED!!!!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112913998184055314</id><published>2005-10-12T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:04:43.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING PICTURE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/51910685_933614acb4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture I have so far. My next door neighbor emailed it to me off of the camera she used to take some pictures at my wedding. I am supposed to be getting a cd with all the pictures on it, but I haven't so far. So this is all I have!! Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112913998184055314?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112913998184055314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112913998184055314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112913998184055314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112913998184055314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/10/wedding-picture.html' title='WEDDING PICTURE!!!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112861941111486100</id><published>2005-10-06T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:25:56.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*******JUST MARRIED*******</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentleman I am officially (well legally) Ronald E. Roth II. We ran by the courthouse on my lunchbreak and had the judge married us. Although this Saturday we are having another service which will include family and friends. We will have Pete's (AKA Ronald E Roth II) former pastor come down and perform a formal religious cermony for us, the family, and the friends. Unfortunately we are expecting rain, but we have a plan B if we do get rained out, or..............in, considering the wedding is outside....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a small gathering of about 40-45 people. So that means for us, that we have a but load of house cleaning, yard work, and some other small stuff to do. I myself an leaving work at 2 so I can get the yard mowed before it rains. That means no lunch for me tomorrow because I will be making up the time I missed today. So there you have it! Pete by the way is my husbands nickname. So when you see the name Pete in my blog you will know who I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get some lovin' tonight!! WOOOOPIE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112861941111486100?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112861941111486100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112861941111486100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112861941111486100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112861941111486100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-married.html' title='*******JUST MARRIED*******'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112730451366263363</id><published>2005-09-21T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:11:39.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPRISE! SUPRISE! SUPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all of those who read my blog sorry for not blogging for a very long time. There really hasn't been anything to blog about until now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am getting married October 8th and can't wait! Hopefully after today that date will be set in stone. We kinda just looked at our calenders and the 8th was the first weekend we had available, so we took it. I am so excited! I can't wait! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its just going to be a small wedding at the church we attend. Family, and a few friends. Considering we can hardly afford the wedding bands, we figured we would just have a few people attend and then cook out at the house afterwards. But I am still excited! And thats the news I have been waiting to blog. Talk to you guys later, just thought you should know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112730451366263363?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112730451366263363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112730451366263363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112730451366263363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112730451366263363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/09/suprise-suprise-suprise.html' title='SUPRISE! SUPRISE! SUPRISE!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112532653320472975</id><published>2005-08-29T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:42:13.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused mood, and ?????</title><content type='html'>Well I just found out that my boyfriends ex-wife is getting married on September 22, which is next month.  When he told me it really pissed me off, but I don't know why.  Maybe it's because they have been engaged, and are now getting married, and I haven't even gotten engaged yet.  I want to marry Pete so bad I can't stand.  He wants me to have a ring, and I keep telling him I really don't care about a stupid ring.  He could get a twist tie and put it on my finger and I would be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just pisses me off that they are moving on with their lives, and we are still stuck just dating.  I want to get married to this man.  He is the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life.  He is the most gentle person, sometimes he can get a mood, but it doesn't last but about 5 minutes.  He respects me for me, and doesn't need me to change anything about myself.  I guess I just want to start a family.  I mean I'm not getting any younger, and I don't want to be like my mom and have a child when I'm 36.  I want to be able to play with my child, and do things with him or her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am being to selfish, but I really want to get married.  What's really weird is this:  we were sitting on the love seat last night, and I just came out and said, let's go get married!  Well we both kinda just laughed looked at each other with that deep stare.  Then I find out this morning that his ex is getting married.  How weird is that?  I guess maybe I'm jealous, do I have a right to be, or am I just being envious that she is getting married, and I am still stuck just dating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112532653320472975?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112532653320472975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112532653320472975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112532653320472975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112532653320472975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/confused-mood-and.html' title='Confused mood, and ?????'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112498481967676803</id><published>2005-08-25T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:47:32.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been 15 days since my last blog confession. Bless me bloggers for I have sinned. Nothing has happened to me that is of any importance to anyone, including myself, to talk or blog about. Although I do have this desire to tell you about my dream to be a K-9 Police Officer. I know what I have to do, but I don't know where to start. I know I need to quit smoking, start exercising daily, and get back into shape. I do have a physical on Wednesday of next week so I may ask my doctor if she can help me on the smoking part, and see what type of diet and exercise I need to do. I would like for my boyfriend to get his weights from his ex-wifes house so I can start lifting and get some muscle...........yeah baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the serious side, I love animals, and I have this undying curiousity to be a cop. I love guns, I love driving fast, and I love having my dog with me. So hey I know its not all about those things, but it would just be a thrilling career to have, in my opinion anyway. This job ends in October so that gives me two months to start getting back into shape, and figure out what all I need to do to start the process. I haven't told any of my family about it yet, because I don't want to jinx myself. It seems like when I tell someone something that excites me it ends up never happening. So I am keeping this to myself and to my fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about all the news I have for now, so stay tuned for more of absolutely nothing. God Bless you and the USA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Chelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112498481967676803?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112498481967676803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112498481967676803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112498481967676803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112498481967676803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-vacation.html' title='Blog Vacation'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112375959156187815</id><published>2005-08-11T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T07:30:08.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert fun without being DRUNK!</title><content type='html'>As I was standing at the Civic Center entrance I noticed just how crazy people get when someone popular comes to town. I think I had more fun watching people come up to my boyfriend and beg him for tickets than I did watching the concert myself. (I can barely keep my eyes open to type, so bare with me). I assisted the radio station my boyfriend works for, &lt;a href="http://www.wqbe.com"&gt;WQBE&lt;/a&gt;, with signing people up to win the SANDBAR TICKETS. Sandbar tickets are tickets located in the "T" area of the stage. Basically you get a good look at the artist butt throughout the whole concert. They gave away 10 pair of those tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the contest had ended there were four extremely drunk women who came up to Pete and were begging and pleading for tickets. "We need tickets but we have no money"! Well being the sweet guy Pete is, he pulled four extra tickets out of his pocket and handed them to the ladies. Well they went nuts, and were hugging him, and screaming. I mean I like concerts as much as the next guy but dang, chill out, and don't act like a fool. Although it was fun to watch! LOL. Basically everyone was happy, and I was hanging out being part of the radio team with my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decent seats for the concert, and were on the right side of the stage on the upper level, which is a great place to sit. You don't have to worry about people infront of you and you can see the whole show. No matter where the artist goes you can see them. Although when &lt;a href="http://www.rascalflatts.com"&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/a&gt; comes to town on October 13th, I so want to be in the front row, or atleast in the first 5 rows. Talk about a great birthday present! So that was basically my night. I arrive home right at midnight, and am in deparate need of about 4 more hours of sleep! So wish me luck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and GOD BLESS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112375959156187815?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112375959156187815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112375959156187815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112375959156187815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112375959156187815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/concert-fun-without-being-drunk.html' title='Concert fun without being DRUNK!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112369074932492956</id><published>2005-08-10T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:19:09.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Schedule, Sleepy Chelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I started coming in at 7am again beginning Monday of this week.  Let me tell you, it will take a while to get used to.  I usually come in at 9:15am, but since Neeter quit they asked me to come in at 7am instead.  Not that I have a problem with that. I would rather come in early and get off early, so I'm not complaining.  When I arrived at work this morning I sat here between calls sleeping.  I just couldn't keep my eyes open, and they are still a little heavy.  Sleep is like a priorty now, not just something I get to do at night.  I crave sleep like I crave a cigarette or a piece of pizza, or crab legs.  I also have no problem falling asleep like I did with my earlier schedule.  I now get up at 5:45, and I feel alot better at the end of the day, but man do I miss sleeping in!   Well thats all for the blog, I just wanted to post my small thought for today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yall be good now ya hear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112369074932492956?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112369074932492956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112369074932492956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112369074932492956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112369074932492956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-schedule-sleepy-chelle.html' title='New Schedule, Sleepy Chelle'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112326142630192366</id><published>2005-08-05T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:03:59.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Being Too Selfish?</title><content type='html'>Ok here's the deal. I asked my boyfriend, Pete, to come to my family reunion with me this weekend. I had given him the date of the reunion back in May, because his schedule is so screwed up and he has to do everything at work, and nobody else is worth a shit. So we check his schedule and he is clear for that weekend. So everything is good right? NOPE!!! Last night at about 9 o'clock he tells me he has to work today before we go down. We had planned to go down on Friday (today) so I would have a little time to spend with my folks. We ended up going to Goody's last night to buy a shirt he had seen in a magazine that he thought I might like. Well we get there and they don't have the shirt. No biggie, I can get it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had to run back to the station and get my wallet which I had left up stairs in the production room while posting something to sell on Ebay. Also in the process I had to pay a bill that had been forgotten about and it was due by midnight last night. Thank GOD I made it in time. So anyway, on the way back home I tell him what was bothering me, as he had been pestering me about my mood for a few hours now. As if he didn't know. So I tell him, and he says he will talk to Jeff (his boss) and ask him if he really has to be at this activity. The activity by the way is the Daisy Dukes Contest. The movie premiers tonight, and they made a contest where a bunch of girls dress up in Daisy Dukes, and they judge them. The winner gets a pair of Kenny Chesney tickets and back stage passes. But thats not what I am upset about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am upset about is the fact that he said he would take care of it, and that we would leave at 7 tonight, right after he got off the air. So now, I feel a little better about things. I was feeling like what was important to me wasn't important enough to him to be able to get out of this little gig. I mean its only an hour but that still puts us in Rocky Gap at like 10 that night. So I call him on my lunch break, just to make sure he is out of bed. I had called him earlier but lost the call, and didn't call him back. So anyway, I call him back, and he tells me that he has to be there for a little bit tonight. I had told him last night that if he had to work tonight that I would just drive on down tonight and him and Conner could just drive down tomorrow. His response to that today was, "If you want to go down there over 59 minutes then I'm not coming, because I don't want to take seperate vehicles". So I was like fine, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be able to spend a little bit of time with my family whom I haven't seen in months.&lt;br /&gt;(UPDATE)&lt;br /&gt;He just called and said now it will only be 20 minutes of work that he has to do. I bet everything I own that we don't leave till like 8:30 or 9. But I am so pissed right now I just threw my phone and busted it into pieces. Please post and tell me if I am being selfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112326142630192366?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112326142630192366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112326142630192366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112326142630192366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112326142630192366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-i-being-too-selfish.html' title='Am I Being Too Selfish?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112310228840360945</id><published>2005-08-03T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:54:29.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Was Sad While I Was Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1110/1600/Abbyinsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1110/320/Abbyinsnow.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She gave me that look before I left for Camp Mahonogan. "Please don't leave again". I can't stand it when she gives me that look, it just breaks my heart. I want to be able to take her with me wherever I go, and whenever I go. I wish I could even bring her to work with me. I have my cubicle decorated with pictures of her, well I did until I moved cubicles. But I still I have five pictures of her hanging up on my wall here at work. She is such a good dog, and she deserves more time than I can give her. I usually come home and play with her, feed her, give her fresh water, and the love on her some. She loves the belly rub, and having between her toes rubbed. She is so patient with me, and I don't give her the courtesy to be my dog. She is the best dog I have ever had, and the sweetest too.&lt;br /&gt;I had to give her a bath on Monday because she was covered in sand. It looked like someone had poured sand on her. It was either that or she had rolled in it so much that it had made its way onto her skin. So it was bath time. Usually outside she doesn't like the bath because the water is a bit colder than an inside bath. So I leash her to the light pole, and step on the leash so she can't run too far. Well what does she do after I wet her down? She shakes!!!! And I'm soaked, but its cool, I had just finished washing my car and I was burning up anyway. So I continue wetting her down and grab the shampoo. I lather her up till she is white as snow, she looked so funny. I let it set for a few minutes so it could do its work, then I rinsed her off. If you knew Abby you would know she totally freaks out after a bath.&lt;br /&gt;She took off running through the yard like there was no tomorrow. She ran in circles snorting loudly! It was hilarious! Then she grabbed a bone she had found, plopped down beside me in the driveway, and chilled. GOD I LOVE THAT DOG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112310228840360945?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112310228840360945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112310228840360945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112310228840360945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112310228840360945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-was-sad-while-i-was-gone.html' title='She Was Sad While I Was Gone'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112301317100308463</id><published>2005-08-02T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:06:11.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of $1500.00</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I visited another orthodontist yesterday, and received some decent news.  I can be treated with invisalign.  Which is great!!  I won't have to have metal all through my mouth, and I can take it out to eat and brush.  The only problem is the only payment plan I can go with is the $1500.00 down, because I don't have $5800.00 to give up front, and I don't want to finance through Capitol One because there interest rates are outrageous.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you know me you know I am very uncomfortable with my teeth.  I hate the gap I have infront on the top, and I smile, but I don't show my teeth very much when I do, so people think I am mad, or not a very nice person.  If only the lottery would fly my way.  It seems like the people that work the hardest are the ones who struggle the most.  Now I'm not saying money fixed everything, but it sure would help make things a bit easier in life.  I mean I would stay the exact person I am today even if I had money.  Knowing me I would give it all away, and not have any left for myself.  I love to help people if I can, and I do sometimes even when I know I can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess one of these days when I'm old and gray I will have the money to get straight teeth, but won't have any teeth to straighten.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ya'll take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112301317100308463?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112301317100308463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112301317100308463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112301317100308463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112301317100308463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-need-of-150000.html' title='In need of $1500.00'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112290394651379666</id><published>2005-08-01T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:45:46.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A SUCCESSFUL CAMPING TRIP!</title><content type='html'>Well the camping trip went well, and there were no injuries or anything.  We hiked a little, fished some, and ate better than I do at home.  We arrived at around 10:30 Saturday morning, and set up camp.  I got to meet Pete's best friend, B.J.  They were Eagle Scouts, and OA's as well.  We basically sat around the camp fire until the wee hours of the morning, and they told stories of their old boyscout days.  One of the stories they told had me on the ground rolling, and gasping for air.  At one point I was laughing so hard I blew snot out of my nose, and I had a water fall coming out of my eyes from the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we finally heading to the tents at about 3:30 or so.  I ofcourse slept until like 10 am.  Then after everyone was up, we cooked breakfast, and let me tell you it was good.  Bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and pepperoni rolls.  After breakfast we all just kinda did our own thing, and packed up, said our good byes and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to drive home because Pete had a major migrane.  I think he got too much sun, but who knows.  We arrived home at aroudn 11:30 last night, and unpacked the truck, and unloaded the food out of the cooler.  We got into bed around 1am.  My eyes now feel like they are swelled and closing slowly.  But I had a wonderful time, and enjoyed sharing some of Petes childhood memories, and just spending time with him and his buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112290394651379666?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112290394651379666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112290394651379666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112290394651379666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112290394651379666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/08/successful-camping-trip.html' title='A SUCCESSFUL CAMPING TRIP!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112264545554664741</id><published>2005-07-29T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:57:35.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Mahonagan Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/chelle2479/detail?.dir=7db9&amp;.dnm=214e.jpg&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/chelle2479/detail?.dir=7db9&amp;.dnm=214e.jpg&amp;amp;.src=ph" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's camping time people. After work today I am off to go camping for the weekend. I haven't actually ever been camping, unless you count taking four sticks and laying a tarp on top, and sleeping by the creek for the night. I am kind of worried though. I don't like leaving Abby at the house all weekend. My neighbor Elizabeth said she would make sure she had food and water Saturday, and Sunday, but I still don't like leaving her there without some attention.&lt;br /&gt;But I trust that she will not get into any trouble, and will behave herself.  Wish me luck with the whole camping thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112264545554664741?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112264545554664741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112264545554664741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112264545554664741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112264545554664741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/camp-mahonagan-here-i-come.html' title='Camp Mahonagan Here I Come!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112247188540670833</id><published>2005-07-27T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:44:45.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BED NEVER FELT SO GOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is one of those days that I just want to stay in bed, and cuddle with my man.  We both went to bed last night at like 9 o'clock.  Ofcourse I tossed and turned for about an hour.  I just can't seem to get comfortable here lately.  I am always extremely tired, and when I lay down, I feel like I am laying on concrete.  It's not the bed, I don't know what it is.  You know when you sleep in and your just not comfortable when you wake up so you go ahead and get up.  That's what I feel like when I go to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would love to have one of those foam beds, you know, the ones that you can jump on and not disturb your partner.  I tried one of those while looking for a box spring for my bed, and I fell in love with it.  It's to bad they cost an arm and a leg.  One of these days when I get a great job with great pay, and all that stuff I will have me one of those beds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well thats all for now, just wanted to voice that if I seem cranky today, its not you, its the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112247188540670833?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112247188540670833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112247188540670833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112247188540670833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112247188540670833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/bed-never-felt-so-good.html' title='BED NEVER FELT SO GOOD!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112239674205015041</id><published>2005-07-26T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:52:22.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch Just Won't Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just never ends!!!  She will never be a normal person, she will never be selfless, just selfish.  She will always take advantage of everyone and anyone, even her son.  The "She" I am speaking of is my boyfriends ex-wife.  I see her walking all over Pete everyday in some little way, and it infuriates me to the point that I wouldn't care if I went to jail, I want to beat the living bejesus out of her, and give her a taste of her own medicine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are a few examples of her being a complete maggot terd!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.  Last Friday I pick up Conner (which I have no problem with), and take him to the radio station so he and his dad can go fishing after he gets off work.  Low and behold there in the back entrance was that damn Mercedes.  Now here's the kicker.  She is about 2 miles from where Conner is during the day, and she says its a waste of her gas to drive into Cross Lanes and pick him up and take him to the station.  She goes to the station every Friday to VT.  So this past Friday, I sit in traffice for 45 minutes in Cross Lanes, pick up Conner, take him to the station, where I see her car sitting when I pull in.  I drop him off, and leave in a fury. She had told Pete that Conner was his responsibility from Friday until Monday, and if he couldn't find someone to pick him up then she would take him to court and he would never see Conner again.......I think thats a little extreme, considering she picks him up everyday anyway, well Monday through Thursday, anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.  This morning she calls Pete at like 8 a.m. and says she really needs his help.  She forgot to get Conners swimming trunks and they are going to the pool today.  So she wants Pete to go and buy him some swimming trunks, and take them to him.  If it would have been me I would have told her that Conner is her responsibility during the week and that if she could take care of it, then she shouldn't have Conner in the first place.......but no what does Pete do, JUMP!  Damn that makes me mad!!!  She walks all over him, and he won't do a damn thing about it.  He is scared she will take him to court, and take Conner.  Well I have news for him.  She can't take Conner if he is the one supporting him in everything.  School, school lunch, clothes, insurance, basically everything.  All she does is maybe fix him dinner every now and again.  I just want to put her in her place..........so do I have any volunteers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112239674205015041?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112239674205015041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112239674205015041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112239674205015041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112239674205015041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/bitch-just-wont-go-away.html' title='The Bitch Just Won&apos;t Go Away'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112204111473642533</id><published>2005-07-22T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:35:10.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Of Us Stay Patriotic Year Round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffb2b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 87% American&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2c4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/howamerican/american4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're as American as red meat and shooting ranges.&lt;br /&gt;Tough and independent, you think big.&lt;br /&gt;You love everything about the US, wrong or right.&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who criticizes your home better not do it in front of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howamericanareyouquiz/"&gt;How American Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I know I am patriotic because of the chill bumps that course my body when anyone speaks of this country and how its values have changed. When someone dogs this country or something about it......oh man..........that rubs me the wrong way. If they don't like it here then they should leave and live somewhere else. In the beginning when England was trying to take America, we Americans didn't fight by their rules. We hid in bush and behind rocks, and ambushed the crap out of them. But they stayed with their formation in lines, not trying to stay alive, and had no sense as to try and hide. Therefore we won the war because we had sense enough to get out of the line of fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well now this country is standing in a line waiting to be destroyed. This war we are in with Iraq is the right thing to do. I mean other countries look to us for support, and strength. Therefore in order to remain the top nation in the world, we are sort of obligated to assist these people with liberation, and freedom. As far as the Taliban goes, I say nuke 'em all. Alot of people believe that in the next couple of years or at least in the next 5 or 6 years, that there is going to be a major catastrophy in one of the major U.S. cities. I myself must agree with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who knows how many of the Taliban we let in this country before 9/11. I mean I am all for equal rights for everyone, but also believe in protecting this country. No, I am not in the military, but I am talking about protecting the Americans here at home, not over seas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Freedom is becoming something we take for granted, not something we value. We have so many homeless people here in the U.S., and so many unemployed, why aren't we helping the citizens first, then the immigrant? Why? Because that would be discrimination. Well I believe Americans are the heart of this country, and they should have the opportunity they have earned. I mean think about it. If you are reading this and you live in another country, wouldn't you want your country to help you find a job or a home before someone who is not a native of your country? I know that seems harsh, but our country is becoming too easy to access, and to hard to live in. I know I will be unemployed in the next month or so, and I have applied at atleast 20 different places, and haven't received so much as a call from any of the employers I contacted. But, I guess I am not in the minority so I have to wait for all of the foreigners to take the job out from under my feet, and then I can have the minimum wage job that won't even pay for toilet paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But hey, thats America for ya, equal rights, for all foreigners. And nothing against you foreigners out there.  I think you are very ambitious for trying to better your lifestyle, and life in general.  Like the song I just heard on the radio, "when you dream, dream big".  I guess thats what we are all trying to do, is just make our dreams come true.  So this is not a ploy against the imigrants, and foreigners here at home, its just me blabbering, and stuff.  So everyone go for your goal, but keep this country free, and true to its values.  Talk to you Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112204111473642533?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112204111473642533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112204111473642533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112204111473642533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112204111473642533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-many-of-us-stay-patriotic-year.html' title='How Many Of Us Stay Patriotic Year Round?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112198216174895516</id><published>2005-07-21T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:42:41.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Well people today is Thursday which means it is Friday eve.  WOOOOPPPPIIIIEEE!!!  I myself have to go right back to work when I get home.  The yard hasn't been mowed in two weeks.  Its rained almost every evening by the time I get home.  On top of that there is no gas.  That means I will have to go home grab the gas can then go back out and set in traffic just to get to the gas station.  And why didn't I get the gas can this morning and just take it with me you may ask?  Well, I didn't know that there wasn't any gas until lunch time today, when my boyfriend told me.....so thats the reason.  But its all good I guess, things could be worse.  I have to find a good boarding kennel for Abby for next weekend.  I don't want to leave her at the house all by herself for two days.  My boyfriend says she will be ok, but I don't want to take any chances.  I would take her to the place I used to work, but I am still pissed at them for firing me.  And their reason was that I have a bad attitude.  Please, it takes alot to piss me off and make me have a bad attitude, they just couldn't afford to pay me or just didn't have anything for me to do.  I am just afraid they would do something to her while she is there.  I mean they didn't exactly give me a pleasant going away goodbye.  So if anyone knowsof a good boarding kennel in the Charleston area please let me know.  I would take her with me next weekend but I don't think she would have a very good time, we will be camping the whole weekend, and she needs to run, and play, and have her space.  If anyone could help that would be great.  Well chaio for now people......have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112198216174895516?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112198216174895516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112198216174895516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112198216174895516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112198216174895516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-almost-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Friday!!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112137614167809214</id><published>2005-07-14T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:22:21.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Animal in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1110821551puppy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt;. 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112137614167809214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112137614167809214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/animal-in-me_14.html' title='The Animal in Me'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112126836819133822</id><published>2005-07-13T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:26:08.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I have been trying to stay awake the past couple of days.  Today is a little better but now I have something keeping me awake.  That particular thing would be my BUTT!  I started tanning yesterday, and well my butt looks like a lobster.  It's a tad painful but its not too bad.  My boyfriend sprayed numbing spray on it last night and I slept like a baby.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is one of those days you just want to be left alone, and crash on the couch.  I just want to have some R&amp;R time.  Our vacation is about a month and a half away, and I want it to be now!  I have that longing to just lay around and do nothing.  To not worry about someone calling, and needing something, or having my boyfriend be called in to work.  We just want to be together in the nice quiet beach life.  But I guess good things are worth the wait.  Although I am not a patient person, I am not as impatient as I used to be.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday evening was interesting.  My boyfriend, Pete, his son, Conner, and I played imaginary warriors in the back yard.  Pete and I ended up hitting hickory nuts with a plastic baseball bat.  It was actually fun! Things have been really great between us lately.  I mean its not like we fight alot anyway, but things have been particularly wonderful.  Now all we need to do is get married.  He still isn't ready, so he says.  But I respect that, I don't want to rush him into this.  Anyway enough mushy stuff for now, lets get on with the important stuff.  Wait................thats all I have to say..........so...........I guess I will end this blog by saying snorgalduff!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112126836819133822?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112126836819133822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112126836819133822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112126836819133822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112126836819133822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/butt-burn.html' title='Butt Burn'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112076562031740249</id><published>2005-07-07T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:58:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally finished my testing at Capitol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ok, here's the skinny! I finally finished the testing I have been doing this week at our states Capitol. The first two days were pretty simple, but today I actually had to think. I feel like I did ok today, but I feel really confident about yesterday and Tuesday. Ok now on to yesterday evenings events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I arrived home at approximately 6:15p.m. yesterday evening. On the way I called my friend Elizabeth, Mark, and Aimme. None of them answered, so I call my best friend Sarah, who lives back in Bluefield VA. While talking to her I hit what we call around here the "Cold Spot". Not to be confused by the restaurant located in that area. I refer to the Cold Spot as Cell Phone Hell. So anyway I loose my signal. So I call her back and not fifteen minutes later I get a beep on my phone and its Mark, whom I had called earlier. So I talk to Mark for a while, and while I was talking to him, Aimme beeps in. I had called her earlier to check on her. She is 30 weeks pregnant and I wanted to see how she was doing. So I tell Mark to hold on and I on second thought I tell him I will call him back. So I talk to Aimme for about 20 minutes. Slowly my cell phone battery dwendals to almost nothing. After I get off the phone with Aimme, I call Sarah back and we talk some more. Once again while on the phone with Sarah I get a beep. It's my Mom. I figure she will want to talk for a while, so I will call her back. I mean I have already made Sarah hold and hang up once today. So I call Mom when Sarah and I finish talking. She just wanted to see how my face was doing from the outbreak I had, and how my testing went. The usual stuff Moms want to know. Well about 15 minutes later the call ends. I go inside to do the dishes from the night before. No sooner than I get the water in the sink, and dip my hands in to wash the first dish, my cell phone rings. It's Elizabeth, she also is calling to see how my testing went. So we talk for about 30 minutes. Finally I finish the dishes and head off to the baseball game.  It started raining the the 7th to 8th inning, so I left.  I found out when I got home from Anita that we lost 7 to 2.  Oh well I guess a two game winning streak isnt as bad and a no game winning streak.  Chat at yall later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112076562031740249?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112076562031740249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112076562031740249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112076562031740249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112076562031740249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-finished-my-testing-at-capitol.html' title='Finally finished my testing at Capitol'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112068259714391821</id><published>2005-07-06T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:43:17.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some relief!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As reported yesterday I came down with a pretty bad case of poison ivy.  I promptly drove to the doctor after work, and he prescribed me some predinzone....or something like that.  Anyway it has worked!  I took 6 of the pills last night around 8:30 as suggested by my doctor.  Although by 10pm I was very drowsy, and felt a bit tipsy...hehe (good stuff).  Anyway tonight I take 5 and decrease by one everyday until the pills are gone.  I haven't itched too much today which is wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am also trying to stay away or atleast not cuddle with the dogs around the neighborhood for a while.  They seem to carry the stuff with them all summer long.  Last year was the only year in my adolesent and adult life that I haven't contracted poison ivy.  Why I don't know but atleast I had one year of relief.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I think I will join my friend Anita, whom I work, at the Power baseball game tonight.  The Power is on a two game winning streak....GOOOO POWER!!!  Well that's all for now.  Hope everyone has a pleasant rest of the evening.  Shout at cha tomorrow!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112068259714391821?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112068259714391821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112068259714391821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112068259714391821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112068259714391821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-some-relief.html' title='Finally some relief!!!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112058635680363899</id><published>2005-07-05T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:59:16.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ITCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well my weekend was great up until I woke up Sunday morning with this little patch of poison ivy on the right side of my face.  By the end of the day it had spread to my chin, and started down my neck.  So far it has only jumped to my ring finger on my right hand, and just above my lect arm pit.  I also have a few small spots on my stomach, but those don't itch.  I think if I could I would peel my face off and soak it in bleach...........it itches that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well onto something a bit more fun.  I attended the last night of the activities they had a Hadadd Riverfront Park this Sunday, and watched the fireworks with my boyfriend.  It was very romantic, he cuddled me the whole time....he is a sweetie!.  Monday my feet didn't touch the floor until noon.  Hey I didn't have to go to work, why not sleep in.  Pete was up and almost had the whole yard mowed by the time I woke up;  actually I think thats what woke me up.....hehe.  I threw a pizza in the oven, and sat out on the back porch waiting for him to get done.  I think he really enjoyed mowing, consider he has only done it one time before Monday.  I love to mow also, so I usually mow every Wednesday after work, but it was waaaaayyyy tooooo hoooottttt this Wednesday to mow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got off work yesterday we went to the ball game........and what luck, the Power won!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although we both almost got killed by a foul ball.........but it was cool!  Pete got hit in the right kidney by a ball that ricocheted off the pillar that we were leaning on.........it was really funny after I made sure he was ok.  I know I know I should have caught it, but when its travelling that fast, and your just relaxed leaning on something, all you really have time to do is MOVE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than contracting poison ivy, and almost getting killed by a foul ball, my weekend when great!!!!!  HOPE EVERYONE HAD A HAPPY 4th!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112058635680363899?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112058635680363899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112058635680363899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112058635680363899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112058635680363899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/07/itchy.html' title='ITCHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-112015046501246991</id><published>2005-06-30T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:54:25.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY PREPARED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finally finialized our plans for the beach.  As of today we are heading to the beach on September 11th.  I so need some time to do nothing.  Time to just lay around, watch and listen to the ocean, get some sun, so I don't look like an albino!  Just time to spend with Pete.  We just need our own "nothing" time together, if you know what I mean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On another note, I dropped my dog Abby at Cross Lanes Boarding Kennel for a bath today.  She is unbelievably dirty.  Last night I sat outside with her and picked small circular burrs out of her fur.  I bet I got about 50 or 60 of those little bugers out of her fur.  Last night was also the last night of Movie Night at Magic Island.  I really enjoyed Shrek 2, although I didn't think I would.  All of the movies they have played this month have been very good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am heading home this weekend (which I dread because of the traffic) to see the family for July 4th.  We will spend Saturday in Bastian at the United we Stand celebration.  It will include great food, music, games, and fireworks.  I'm still not sure if I want to stay till Monday or just come home Sunday evening.  But I guess I will decide that when the time comes.  Gotta go Brian wants me to read his blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-112015046501246991?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/112015046501246991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=112015046501246991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112015046501246991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/112015046501246991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-prepared.html' title='FINALLY PREPARED!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111996890530360992</id><published>2005-06-28T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:34:58.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good News, and some fun news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am talking to my boyfriend right now as I type. He is bringing my cell phone which I forgot to bring with me this morning. I am obviously talking to him on my work phone. He is being such a sweetie now that I have told him how I feel about all these situations I feel trapped in. Anyway getting back to what I was originally going to tell you. I have been planning a beach trip for us for a couple of weeks now. Basically just trying to find a nice oceanfront place to sleep, and lounge. We have decided we will have no agenda on our vacation this year. We will just do what we want to do when we want. We have decided we will eat out every night, so that kinda limits how much we can spend on the condo. Well I found a very nice hotel for a decent price for a weeks worth of vacation. The horrid word debt comes to mind when I think of how we are paying for this. Credit card is the only way we can pay for it. We both are basically pay check to pay check, and its been hard lately to save up any money. Little things here and there, like oil changes, inspection stickers, and something wrong with his transmission, hopefully it will be covered under warranty. I mean thats what he bought the warranty for, was for things like this. But once again back to what I was telling you. Lets see? Where was I? I love this man with all that I am, and I know he loves me. I guess all it took was to just express what we were feeling. I mean nothing has really changed, but we now know how each other feels about the others situation, and we respect that. It was kinda funny, we really never said I'm sorry to each other we just kinda started respecting each other more, and things are great. What is it about a guy who realizes he was wrong and you realize you are wrong, and you both tell each other what it is that is bothering you, and things just seem to smooth themselves out. I can't explain it but I am more in love with him now than I was a month ago. I just feel safe, and secure, and I have something I have never had. A love that is true, and the love goes both ways...............ok enough being corny, and mushy..........ya'll have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111996890530360992?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111996890530360992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111996890530360992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111996890530360992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111996890530360992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-good-news-and-some-fun-news.html' title='Some Good News, and some fun news!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111884384578388227</id><published>2005-06-15T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:01:11.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Start To A Pretty Day</title><content type='html'>I was awakened this morning by the sound of my neighbor crying in horror. I got out of bed, and put on some clothes, and went to the front window. What I saw broke my heart. One of our neighbors across the street was putting their dog in the truck wrapped in a towel. The dog was twitching, and the wife was crying profusly. Abby, my dog, was lying in the road just looking at it all happen. My boyfriend then informed me that Abby woke him up last night barking. And he said it wasn't a bark of playing, it was a terror bark. Abby was hiding in the garage, and woke him up because something was wrong. She did the same thing the night the neighbors house was broken into. My boyfriend said he got out of bed, and grabbed the pistol from the closet. He wandered throughout the house looking out all of windows. The last window he went to was the back porch sliding glass door. What he saw scared the snot out of him he said. It was a monstrous Rot Weiler. He then turned on the porch light, and when he did so the dog got spooked. It was wanting to jump off the porch, but it was too high, about 9 feet. So it laid its ears back like it was going to kill something or someone. Pete (my boyfriend) didn't go outside. He just stood there in fear of what this thing might do.  So when he told me about the Rotty, and we saw the Cocker Spaniel, we just put two and two together, and figured it must have gotten a hold of it.  It was either that or it was hit by a car, or it died in its sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Today has not started off on a good note.  And to make it worse.  I forgot Neeters Ramen Noodles.  I ate hers yesterday, and in all the commotion I forgot to get them off the table this morning.  Some friend I am.  But I called my boyfriend and he is bringing them to me, so now Neeter can have lunch.   SO SORRY NEETER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111884384578388227?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111884384578388227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111884384578388227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111884384578388227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111884384578388227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-start-to-pretty-day.html' title='Sad Start To A Pretty Day'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111832766763305621</id><published>2005-06-09T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:39:27.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Are A Changin'</title><content type='html'>Blow up movie screens bigger than the real ones, kids back talking and bossing their parents rather than getting their hindends busted, a 100 dollar pair of shoes, over 2 dollars for a gallon of gas, cost of living is bigger than a years salary! What is going on in this country? Why are we rebuilding another country when ours is falling apart? Don't get me wrong I am 100% Bush, because I believe he is a good christian man and he does what he says. What do we as citizens need to do to free ourselves from debt and debtors? Who can we contact to say hey we can't make it on 8.00/hr how do you think someone else can make it on 5.25/hr. The lint in my dryer costs more than 5.25! I wish we would concentrate on our country and her people more than we are others. Once again don't get me wrong, I am all for helping people that have been martors for years and years, and giving them support, but where does it end? I mean we, our country, who claims to love us be giving more support to another country who is half way around the world.  I know we are America and we are the dominate country in the world and every other country looks to us, but come on, if we keep helping everyone else so much then we are not going to be able to help ourselves.........................WOW I don't know where that came from!  But I guess I needed to vent.....lol.  Everyone have a pleasant day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111832766763305621?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111832766763305621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111832766763305621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111832766763305621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111832766763305621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/times-are-changin.html' title='Times Are A Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111815565569664098</id><published>2005-06-07T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:47:35.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. When fastening pants, do you button or zip first: Button ofcourse, cause its hard to get the sipper zipped if you don't button first&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your two favorite shows that were cancelled: Friends, and Dawsons Creek&lt;br /&gt;3. What show is your geeky pleasure: Stargate SG1&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Band or musician: Rascal Flatts, and Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you kiss on the first date: I have, yes, but now I dont have to.....woopie&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in ghosts: Not yet, because I haven't seen one, but if I do I will believe&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had an unexplainable ghostly experience: Not Yet&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you kiss tentative, wild, intense, or sweet: Depends on my mood, but I would say a combo of wild, intense, and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you save yourself for marriage, and do you wish you did:  Yes, but it was the wrong marriage...LOL&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you sleep with stuffed animals or anything/one else at night: Just my honey, and if he rolls over I steal a pillow to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;11. What's under your bed: A MONSTER!  nah, just kidding, nothing under there but some dust mites.&lt;br /&gt;12. Thunderstorms, cool or scary: COOL!&lt;br /&gt;13. 4 Most important things in life: God, my family, my man and dog, and my friends! &lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite and Least Favorite Sounds: My favorite sound is "hey honey coming from my boyfriend, and my least favorite is my alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite curse word: I don't really have a favorite, but if I'm mad I say DAMNIT alot.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever picked up a hitch-hiker, or would you: Not if I wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you take $10 millon for your soul mate and live a life of celibacy: WOW, thats a hard one, probably not though&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you rather be a trash man or proctologist: Proctologist, you still have to deal with crap everyday, you just get paid more to do it.....lol&lt;br /&gt;19. Which would be worse, bleeding to death or starving to death: Definitely starving to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a cool survey, curtesy of Brians Blog. &lt;br /&gt;Well I think we are going to go a round with Express, I am so tired of there bull crap, and trying to keep our hard earned money from us.  If we don't get paid for the recent holiday I am going to break bad and open a can of wooptomsass.  I am sick of being stomped on, so I have decided to stand up for myself and my friends here at EDS.   Well thats all for now, but I'm sure I will have more whining to add later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111815565569664098?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111815565569664098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111815565569664098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111815565569664098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111815565569664098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111782515848795055</id><published>2005-06-03T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:59:18.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' Funny Friday Follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today our little reset group has been gathering in the middle of our isle and chatting.  About what you may ask?  Well, many things like baseball, school days, funny things that have happened to us, movies, eggrolls, and REMS (inside joke).  I have had plently of time today to be reading my ExamCram Manual for my MCDST Exam, but I just can't force myself to read it.  I learn better from listening and watching others.  The words start to run together and I just can't comprehend it all.  It's pathetic I know, but thats just the way I am.  I didn't learn how to climb a tower and install antennas by reading a book, I just went and tried it and became better at it the more I did it.  So I guess I am more of a hands on person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will be staying over at work today to shadow, although I cannot be on the clock to do this.  So I in other words I don't get paid.  But thats ok because if I can pass this exam and get certified I will be making a little bit more money, so thats good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a different note I will be taking my dog for a walk this evening or tomorrow because she was really craving attention last night.  She kept sitting right by me, and looking at me as to say, "Are you gonna pet me or what?"  So I figure since I don't see her alot during the week then the weekends should belong to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well thats all for now, everyone enjoy their weekend!!  Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111782515848795055?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111782515848795055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111782515848795055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111782515848795055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111782515848795055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/freakin-funny-friday-follies.html' title='Freakin&apos; Funny Friday Follies'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111773471442973467</id><published>2005-06-02T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:51:54.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well today is another debate.  We are all sitting here talking about politics, and the war.  Most of us agree, although when we have fellow Americans on foreign soil, I believe this country should come together and stand as one, and whip some bootie!!!  The more we fight over if the troops should be over there or not is the less support they are getting.  Those men and women are over defending our country, and they deserve our support.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a lighter note, lunch was great.  Little Ceasars reheated was my feast today.  I am content and sleepy now, so when I cut this blog short don't be alarmed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111773471442973467?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111773471442973467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111773471442973467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111773471442973467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111773471442973467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/06/multiplicity.html' title='Multiplicity'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111755861560424205</id><published>2005-05-31T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:56:55.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok here's the skinny on this weekend.  I smoked like a freight train.  But I made it through.  The concert went fairly well.  I mean to say that their were alot of drunk people there (drunk redneck people) which made it even more entertaining.  I basically was restricted on what I could do Saturday.  I had to watch Conner the whole time, which wasn't bad until he started wanting everything under the sun, and then whining when he didn't get it.  I swear that kid will be a lawyer one day.  He will disagree with you 100%, even when he knows your right.  If I were his mother he would only do that once.  A good pop in the mouth would stop that where it started.  The kid is never disciplined, they never spank him or do anything when he talks back, and all he has to do is cry and he gets his way......that erks me to the point I just want to pretend he doesn't exist!  I know that's wrong and I will never do that, but I mean come on, if I talked to my mother they way he talks and acts to his parents, I would probably be six feet under.  What happened to good old fashioned ass whoopin's?  I think if he had a few of those he wouldn't be quite as quick to act like he does.  But thats just my opinion, like I said he isn't my kid.  But its hard ya know.  I try to be happy around him, but his smart mouth attitude just twists my insides like aluminum foil on a thanksgiving turkey...........so what can you do when the kid isn't yours, and he taddles on you if you fart in his direction.....he has been known to lie also.....and get away with it.........what do ya do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111755861560424205?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111755861560424205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111755861560424205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111755861560424205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111755861560424205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-weekend.html' title='LONG WEEKEND'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111719641185133296</id><published>2005-05-27T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T08:20:11.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sad News</title><content type='html'>I regret to inform my fellow readers that I have lost my battle with the cigarette.  The smoke spoke to me yesterday evening around 6:10p.m.  "You know you want me one more time", just like a lover that you know your not supposed to be with.  So what did I do?  I bought a pack.  Although I was buzzing, I still regretted doing it.  Why is it so hard for me to quit?  I just can't seem to get it off my mind, or be in a good mood when I try and quit.  I am bitchy, and mean, and just down right rude.  I was tired of feeling that way, so I gave in to temptation.  Maybe next time I will try Zyban, I have heard some good things about that stuff.  All I can say is I lasted longer than I thought I would.  But that isn't good enough.  For now I will remain a smoker, but you can bet I am going to give it another shot in the near future.  Thanks for the support you guys.  Until next time, buuuubye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111719641185133296?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111719641185133296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111719641185133296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111719641185133296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111719641185133296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-sad-news.html' title='Some Sad News'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111711692720807554</id><published>2005-05-26T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:15:27.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Bank Saturday, wanna join me?</title><content type='html'>I know I know, I shouldn't hit the bank, but hey if they are taking my money, your darn right I'm taking it back.  I mean why should a hard working honest person be hounded, and ripped off by the institution they trust with every penny they make.  I mean come on people, if the bank employees trusted us with their money, do you think they would be pleased to find that we had taken out money when using a debit card?  I don't think so.  So I am marching my perdy little butt right down to the bank Saturday morning and I am going to clear up this matter.  If they get snoooooooty with me, they can give me my money and shove it.  I will just take my business elsewhere.  I don't have to take their crap!  If I do find out there has been a mistake, oh you don't even know what I will say........this is not a good week to screw with me..........and if you have read my last three blogs you should know why......but other than that today is ok...........hope all goes well with everyone else throughout the rest of this week.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111711692720807554?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111711692720807554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111711692720807554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111711692720807554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111711692720807554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/hitting-bank-saturday-wanna-join-me.html' title='Hitting the Bank Saturday, wanna join me?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111704615707712198</id><published>2005-05-25T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:35:57.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today has been a bitch of a day.  I found out late yesterday evening that I only had 80 bucks in my checking account.  "How can that be?"  I asked myself.  I just got paid Friday, and the only thing I have purchased is gas for the car.  I did withdraw 20 bucks for the baseball game Saturday, and 10 for Tuesday, that last withdrawal being how I found out what my balance was.  So now I'm starting to freak out.  I have car insurance coming out of my account today, and I am 35 dollars short because I got 30 bucks in gas yesterday, and I had 80, but I need 85, so what is a girl to do?  I go to the bank this morning, and all they could give me was purchases from the day of the 23rd.  Yeah, like that helps....:\  So I go to work freaking out, and worried to death, but what for, if I don't have car insurance so what.  I will only be in debt the rest of my life, and probably have no license, so why should I worry, there is always welfare.  Yeah right NOT A CHANCE IN HELL.  So my boyfriend was nice enough to give me 50 bucks to get me through.....I just don't know where I went wrong, I write down everything, receipts, deposits, ATM withdrawal, I mean everything.  I think I will play the powerball tonight, I could use 180 million right about now......LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111704615707712198?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111704615707712198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111704615707712198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111704615707712198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111704615707712198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-plain-crap.html' title='Just Plain Crap'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111688254556417722</id><published>2005-05-23T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:09:05.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today has been a particularly weird, rough, hard, and just plan crappy day.  I attempting to rid my body of all nicotine, and so far its going good, but lemme' tell ya, it ain't easy.  I feel like if someone looks at me the wrong way I could swiftly move my foot into their unsuspecting ass.  Ofcourse that wouldnt be very nice, so I just sit here and think about smoking all day.  I need something to get my mind off of it.  But what?  I mean there are only so many things you can search on the internet.  I don't want to use the patch, because it has nicotine in it, and I want to get it out not put it in.  I don't want the gum for the same reasons.  I just want the cravings to go away, and I want to be a normal non-smoking person.  But its just not that easy.  I brought this on myself and I have to deal with it myself.  I just hope I can make it through today.  Saylaveeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111688254556417722?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111688254556417722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111688254556417722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111688254556417722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111688254556417722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111661895603963215</id><published>2005-05-20T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:55:56.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well its 3:45, and I am here at work all by myself.  Brian didn't show up today, (wonder where he is?) so I hope everything is ok.  When I get off of work I have to drive (quickly) to Cross Lanes and pick up my boyfriends son, Conner, from daycare.  Conner is 6 and is sharp as a tack. Anyway, Pete and I are taking him to Flatwoods tonight to meet with Pete's parents.  His parents are taking Conner this weekend, plus he really likes the Strawberry festival in Buchannon every year.  So we will have to time to our selves this weekend, sorta.  Saturday I am going with Pete to Hinton to set up his equipment for an ROTC dance he is doing with a radio buddy.  We have to be in Hinton by 2pm, then we will come back to Charleston, and when we get back he has to be on air until 7pm.  He will leave straight from work to head back up to Hinton.  Meanwhile I will be at home filling out paperwork to get ready for testing at the State Capital.  I am doing this to see which and what kind of jobs I am qualified to have.  After I am finished with that, I will either join Anita at the baseball game, or go with my neighbor Elizabeth.  So my weekend is pretty well full.  Never stops does it?  But hey thats life, unless you are a millionaire.  But I don't want to be a millionaire.  Don't get me wrong it would be nice, and you could also really tell who your real friends were.  But on the other hand, it would be too much of a hassle, with reporters and people wanting things from you, and all the bull that you would have to put up with.  So I think $500,000 would be just fine....hahahahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seriously though, I am extremely thankful for what I have now, it may not be much, but I have GOD, my family, awesome friends, and my man Pete, eventhough I don't get to do a whole lit with him; he makes me feel special, and loved.  Well so long for now, blog you again Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111661895603963215?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111661895603963215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111661895603963215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111661895603963215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111661895603963215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-alone.html' title='HERE ALONE'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111661669311295476</id><published>2005-05-20T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:18:13.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIGION</title><content type='html'>Today there has been alot of talk about religion, and how people interpret the bible and it's teachings.  I do know that different religions have different versions of the bible, but they basically all say the same thing.  Some poeple also try to warp its reading to make the sin they are committing feasable, or ok.  The fact is that GOD gives us choices to do what we want, be who we want, feel like we want, love who we want, and basically just be FREE to make our own choices in whatever we do.  As far as sin goes, we all do it everyday.  Forgiveness for sin is a gift GOD gives us.  But, if we keep committing the same sin over and over and over, and do nothing about trying not to committ that sin, then when we ask for forgiveness from GOD that request is considered an abomination in GODs' eyes.  No one is born with a certain sin in there life, we are given the right to choose to committ it or not.  I was not born as a smoker but I do it because I choose to, and that my friends is a sin.  Sin is sin in GODs' eyes.  Smoking is just as bad as murdering someone, there aren't different levels of sin, not in GODs' eyes.  Although in man's world there are different levels.  I guess what I am trying to get across is that we are free do to with our lives what we will, and if we choose to make GOD a part of it, and try to live that life like GOD wants us to then we will be rewarded.  If not, we will spend eternity and beyond burning in the fires of hell.  So to conclude, THE CHOICE IS YOURS TO MAKE, NO MATTER WHAT THE SIN IS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111661669311295476?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111661669311295476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111661669311295476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111661669311295476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111661669311295476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/religion.html' title='RELIGION'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111645003557822363</id><published>2005-05-18T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:00:35.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok now that I have my new blog up and running, I can start telling you what I have been doing in the last week.  Lets see where to start???  Well last weekend wasn't so hot, I was in a (for lack of a better word....hehe) bad mood.  Therefore everyone was in a bad mood.  Well Monday finally rolls around and then Tuesday.  Well Tuesday was my orthodontist appointment with Dr. Miller.  The news I received wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear but I think I can deal with it.  I was told that I needed jaw surgery to correct my bite, and also braces; which is what I was goin for in the first place.  So anyway, here's the dealio!  I have no insurance, therefore its all out of pocket.  So I fill out some insurance quote forms online today, and get a phone call within minutes from Brian, my agent, who by the way was very nice.  So he explains the whole policy to me which took a while, but I got all my questions answered, so it was worth it.  As of the end of this week I will have Major Medical, for almost nothing every month.  And dental insurance free for one year, and then after that the prices is low per month.  So I made an appointment with the oral surgeon for a consultation, which will cost me 176.00 at the time of service......OUCH!!!  But in the long run it will all be worth it.  So hopefully by the end of this month, or the beginning of the next I will have my braces and be on my way to a beautiful smile, and a perfect bite.....wish me luck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111645003557822363?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111645003557822363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111645003557822363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111645003557822363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111645003557822363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-thoughts.html' title='MORE THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13005927.post-111644750759764277</id><published>2005-05-18T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:18:27.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok lets start again.......</title><content type='html'>I made a freaking blog last week, and its on the net, but I can't find the darn thing to go in and edit stuff.  Its simply not there.  I even had my blog buddy Brian here at work help me, and he was just as dumbfounded as I was.  So here is the second one.  If this one disappears someone is in trouble.....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13005927-111644750759764277?l=chelle2824.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/feeds/111644750759764277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13005927&amp;postID=111644750759764277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111644750759764277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13005927/posts/default/111644750759764277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle2824.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-lets-start-again.html' title='Ok lets start again.......'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504396527591457131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/31004154_b6927fb20d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
