<?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-13054125</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:17:52.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life...Whatever!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-115973931657376520</id><published>2006-10-01T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:48:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Shelma For Lu and Misty</title><content type='html'>You'll be glad to know that Shelma was married last week-end. Stupid guy!! She was married in a church her wedding party wore nightgowns and walked up the isle barefooted , she was supposed to have her uncle there holding a shot gun but I dont think that happened , but who knows with her .....I will have to find out if he did, anyway . The bride wore a red and white dress with a cape and the bridesmaids gown was pastel blue, green and yellow, one of her bridesmaid who is now her sister-in-law told her sister that this girl (Shelma) doesnt have any taste. (boy is she right) . Shelma is your basic trailer trash , redneck, cig hangin out of her mouth as she screams and cusses her kids, that can party all night and the next day and think that she is the best thing to come around since sliced bread. For the party afterwards they went and got a Keg of beer and drank and partied to the wee hours of the morning. Someone asked me if I was going I told them I wouldnt go if they gave me a million dollors. I just dont think I want to be associated with the likes of her anymore. Well there you have Lu some redneck news from the most inbred place in the country.  YEEE-HAW YOU ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-115973931657376520?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/115973931657376520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=115973931657376520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/115973931657376520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/115973931657376520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-on-shelma-for-lu-and-misty.html' title='Update On Shelma For Lu and Misty'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-115111421608238152</id><published>2006-06-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:56:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say so I will just start ranting ...... Let me say first things first as you know I have Blogged alot about Shelma and how much of a pain she is to me ...... well I no longer have to put up with her .....Thank the Lord for that ......Although she is mad at me at the moment and is threating to kick my a--. Which I sent word to her that anytime she is ready to kick, she knows where I'm at so just come on. I'm not worried about it , now if that is not enough to make my day knowing that she is mad at me (HAHAHA) its funny to me ..anyway I found out today that&lt;br /&gt;Tony's cousin  is also threating to jump on me also he is a complete ASS. The reason being is that he is with my best friend who is pregnant by him ( what was she was thinking ) anyway he started fussing with her and started chokeing her not once but twice I have told her to leave this sorry excuse for a human and he knows that I tell her these things all the time .....so now he thinks he can shut me up by jumping on me ......I say try it Gabe , but you need to grow a set of balls first because I'm not scared of him and I will try my best to knock his head off .....it's not that I think that I'm this big bad person .....thats not it at all I'm just sick of all these TARDS thinking they can just run over me and my friends and nobody is going to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;My friend that he tried to hurt is at high risk of losing her baby and he seems to be doing everything he can to cause this , thank goodness she is going to go back home and get away from him, anyway that what has been going on with plus a few other things I will tell later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-115111421608238152?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/115111421608238152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=115111421608238152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/115111421608238152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/115111421608238152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-114170607157606983</id><published>2006-03-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:34:31.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your on Life</title><content type='html'>Ok I know that I'm am writing alot about  Shelma , and all I can say is that she amazes me with the way she does. The other day she was driving and she had a flat, now when she called one of my friends to tell her about her flat tire and how she was waiting on her ex to come and help her all she said was that her tire went flat , my friend was telling her that she was lucky that she didnt have a blow out and wreck her car. The next thing we know she is going around telling people that she had a blow out and was nearly killed .  OK we say nothing . Today I had to take Brandi to the doctor she has a respiratory virius and an ear infection . When Shelma found this out she told our boss that both of her girls has the same thing Brandi has , the only thing about this is that she hasnt took the girls to the doctor but since one of  them was coughing when I told her about Brandi she decided that was what her girls has. I dont know about her she is one of these people that has to have all and I mean ALL the attention no matter what. I get so mad at her . I mean get your own life and leave mine alone . SESH. Oh and the girl that wanted to know if I was Shelma turned out to be the wife of a guy who likes Shelma and spent all this money on.&lt;br /&gt;If I was Shelma I would be worried if this person ever finds her. My life is a on going soap opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-114170607157606983?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/114170607157606983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=114170607157606983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114170607157606983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114170607157606983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-your-on-life.html' title='Get Your on Life'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-114135269429607088</id><published>2006-03-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:24:54.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Lu and Misty</title><content type='html'>I loved the comments you made about Shelma, I didnt know that a name could bring such a bad reaction until yesterday and then reading your comments. Yesterday I was sitting at work when this girl came in she was in her 20's and as she walked in I say hello and then she asks could she use the restroom. I said yes and told her where it was , I noticed that the whole time she is walking to the restroom she is staring at me and I mean a dead on stare. I thought what is up with you . She finally said "are you Shelma?" I said "NO, i'm Vickie", she kept walking and right before going into the restroom she looked at me and said "well thats a good thing" I thought ok what would she have done if I said yes . Sesh , not that I would ever say that I was Shelma because I get so mad just thinking of her and I surely dont want to be mistaken for her, anyway I just thought Lu and Misty would get a kick out of this little story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-114135269429607088?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/114135269429607088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=114135269429607088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114135269429607088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114135269429607088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-for-lu-and-misty.html' title='This is for Lu and Misty'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-114126600284242774</id><published>2006-03-01T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:20:02.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time to post something , I have been working and cleaning on my house so I have been busy. I cant wait till it warms up and I can open up the house and air it out. My job is getting the best of me or I should say my fellow empolyee. I hate working with someone who WILL NOT do her job. It seems that I am getting the blame for her not doing her job. I'm getting to the point to where I am going to explode I hate it when someone works their but off and then the one that doesnt do anything gets by scott free . I have made up my mind that come Monday morning if I have any notes left for me saying I didnt do my job I will kindly remind my boss that I wasnt the one that worked on the week-end and maybe she will jump on the other girl, anyway it has to get better . Right? I dont know maybe I should just knock the fire out of Shelma and then I will FEEL so MUCH BETTER.  But I wont and life will go on as I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-114126600284242774?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/114126600284242774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=114126600284242774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114126600284242774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/114126600284242774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113944414363103021</id><published>2006-02-08T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:26:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first tattoo.</title><content type='html'>I got me a tattoo , I cant believe it myself. Its been 5 days and it still hurts . I got a sparrow on my leg . I heard some people say that they think a tat should have a meaning , well mine does.&lt;br /&gt;I did this on a whim but I'm glad I did. I dont know that I will get another , who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7441/1132/1600/100_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7441/1132/320/100_0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113944414363103021?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113944414363103021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113944414363103021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113944414363103021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113944414363103021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-tattoo.html' title='My first tattoo.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113780549953459048</id><published>2006-01-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:56:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an idiot!!!</title><content type='html'>For my husbands birthday I paid for  him a tattoo , he wanted a Rebel flag in the background with to pistols crossed at the barrel and the letters C.S.A (Confrederate States of America) Yes my husband is a self proclaimed redneck, anyway he was so proud of his tat and he had to show it to his mom and his ass of a brother, his moms reaction was that is a white supremacy&lt;br /&gt;tattoo. Now some people may think that and if you do so be it ,but Tony dosent care what people think and that is that, but the real comment that I just find so stupidly said was by his ass of a brother .&lt;br /&gt;Tim(ass): Tony you know you wont be able to go to the big cities now.&lt;br /&gt;Tony: What?&lt;br /&gt;Tim(ass): Now that you have that tattoo you wont be able to go to the big cities now.&lt;br /&gt;When Tony told me this I about fell over laughing , I' m sure that people will find this offensive but I would like to think that we will still be able to go into the big cities , are anywhere for that matter . I cant believe how stupid his brother is .&lt;br /&gt;I mean for gosh sakes ,we cant stay up here on this here mountain forever. Tattoo or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113780549953459048?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113780549953459048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113780549953459048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113780549953459048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113780549953459048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-idiot.html' title='What an idiot!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113737767649867244</id><published>2006-01-15T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:51:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dummies,  and I was tagged.</title><content type='html'>First lets get the tag out of the way. I guess I need to tell 5 strange things about me so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;1. I cant stand for my hands to feel dirty,even if I have just washed them I will still wash them again.&lt;br /&gt;2.When I get to work I have to see if all the money in the drawer is turned the same way, if it is not then it will bug me till I fix it.&lt;br /&gt;3.My hair has to be completely out of my eyes if I can see it, it gets on my nerves till I fix it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can no way drink tap water, I get sick when I do, I can cook using tap water I just cant drink it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I take 2 showers a day whether I need to or not.&lt;br /&gt;There I know I need help but thats the way I am, now on to the topic of dummies or as I like to call them inbreeds.&lt;br /&gt;A while back this woman comes into the store wanting to rent moveis, she asked me all kinds of question about movies we didnt have and then when she finally made her choices she didnt have an account so I had to give her one. she rented 5 or 6 movies and that was that, until she didnt bring them back , the phone numbers she gave on her account was no good so my boss had to go to her house. He went to police and told them she had stolen the movies and we wanted them back (she has had them for over a month and a half) anyway when the police gave him the directions he went and knocked on her door and told her who he was and asked if she was Darlene Stewart she said yes , he then told her that he wanted his movies back , after she found out what he wanted she then told him that Oh I'm not Darlene I am ummm.....Tammy Wynette,&lt;br /&gt;my boss said ok and then went to her landlady and she confirmed that the woman was Darlene and so when he went back she once again denied it, so he told her the cops would be coming to her house so she said that when they did she would tell them where Darlene lived. I asked my boss did he asked if George was there he said no but he should of asked for her autograph. I think she may be inbred. OH Hey Darlene Tammy Wynette is dead you tard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113737767649867244?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113737767649867244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113737767649867244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113737767649867244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113737767649867244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/01/dummies-and-i-was-tagged.html' title='Dummies,  and I was tagged.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113694686068526881</id><published>2006-01-10T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:34:20.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulity Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I am a reality junkie, I cant help it I am fascinated with them. To see people get in front of a camera and act the way they do. Here are the shows that I watch.&lt;br /&gt;1. Being Bobby Brown--- oh my lord I wonder if they watch theirself and think that the way they act is normal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dog the Bounty Hunter---- this one amazes me, if you have seen it you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrity Fit Club----- I dont feel sorry for these guys, I'm sure they are getting paid a good check for getting on TV and losing the weight . I could lose weight to if I had a personal trainer and a cook to do for me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Real World----I hope and pray that if one of my kids get on this show that they have enough sense to not act like the dummies on these shows.&lt;br /&gt;5. Inked----I like this show it just amazes me what people have tattoed on there skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shows are like train wrecks that are in slow motion and you have to keep watching it because you cant believe its happing. I just thought I would share this with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113694686068526881?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113694686068526881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113694686068526881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113694686068526881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113694686068526881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/01/gulity-pleasures.html' title='Gulity Pleasures'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113677063105077261</id><published>2006-01-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:37:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money,Money,Money</title><content type='html'>Would someone please show me the money tree that seems to be hidden in my backyard so I can get some money off of it. I swear I think there is one out there. Back in the summer my father in law buys 2 cows so when winter gets here we have them slaughter and it is usally&lt;br /&gt;devided between him and his wife, me and Tony and his brother and his BITCH-(opps) I mean wife. We do this to save money and to fill our freezers . Anyway the deal is Hollis buys the cows Tony and his ass of a brother feeds and tends to them and then we split the kill bill between the 3. It works out the Tony is the one who feeds them and tends to them while Tim (the ass) sats on his fat ass and does nothing . We had gave over half of the money needed to pay our part so all we needed was around 20.00 to finish our part .........so I thought when I get home today Tony informs me that we still owe 120.00 more because Tim (the ass) claims that he bought the cows and he owes nothing . All this happens after filling his freezer with his part . Now I know I may be whinning about this but I nor Tony have the extra money to pay the bill which is owed to his mom and dad . I asked Tony if they corrected Tim about the cows and who bought them and he said no and that is supposed to be the end of it but I am so mad over this , Tim (the Ass) has done nothing but has took his part and I cant stand it he does this all the time and DAM-IT&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it . It has been this way for as long as me and Tony have been together , his brother does no wrong in anybody eyes and yet he is the biggest drunk and he screwing around on his bitch of a wife but he is still the golden child . I wish things where different and I know I am being a baby about this but when you worry about bills and everything else when it comes to money and then this happens I cant help it . Oh buy the way did I tell you that his brother is well off in the money department . He is a GREEDY bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113677063105077261?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113677063105077261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113677063105077261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113677063105077261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113677063105077261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2006/01/moneymoneymoney.html' title='Money,Money,Money'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113573837465126276</id><published>2005-12-27T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:52:54.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that the stress of the Christmas is over with. I will say that I enjoyed spending time with mom and dad and Josh and his 2 and LuAnn and her 2. I even had a good time at my inlaws . I havnt got to see Robin yet but I will soon. I have made a decision to not stress next year . (yeah right) I think I will start my shopping in July that way I will have it done before I really start to stress, anyway I hope everyone had a good Christmas and I hope you all have a GREAT NEW YEAR!  By the way mom next year for Christmas I hope to rent a cabin and have everyone come and stay the night. I think that would be nice. If everyone wants to do that .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113573837465126276?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113573837465126276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113573837465126276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113573837465126276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113573837465126276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113521722241690045</id><published>2005-12-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:07:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not the Brightest Bulb in the Bunch</title><content type='html'>The other morning I went to get in my car to go to work and I tried to open my door and it was frozen shut I pulled and pulled and it wouldnt open, so I had to get Tony up and see if he could get the door open for me . It was 6:30 in the morning and I was running late for work so I decided he was not moving fast enough so I went and got a glass of warm water poured it in the door seam and  the door opened . I finally got to work to find that my boss had already opened the store and was waiting on me . I came in and told him that my car doors was frozen shut and that was why I was late, he laughed and said ok. Everything was froze that morning they even called school off because of icy roads. Anyway in all my excitement I forgot somethings in my car so I went out to the parking  lot to get them and my door would not open .........none of them . Just my luck 2 guys pulled up that I knew and asked them to please pry my doors open for me because they had frozen shut again . They pull on the doors and they didnt give. Finally after a while one of the doors gave a little so one of them was pulling and the door still wouldnt open , the guy stops for a moment and looks at me and says  "Vickie is your doors locked?" Ah I dont remember locking them but just in case let me go get my keys . Well what do you know with the push of a button my door unlocks. Boy did I feel DUMB. Needless to say they were rolling on the floor laughing at me and still are , who could blame them . That had to be one of the dumbest things I ever did. (SIGH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113521722241690045?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113521722241690045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113521722241690045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113521722241690045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113521722241690045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-not-brightest-bulb-in-bunch.html' title='I&apos;m Not the Brightest Bulb in the Bunch'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113469879122145060</id><published>2005-12-15T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:06:31.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my heart 2 sizes to small?</title><content type='html'>Where did the time go? I hate this time of year, just because I stress over all the things I need to&lt;br /&gt;do to get ready for the one day of the year that everyone builds up to and then is let down because they didnt get what they wanted for Christmas. I cant for the life of me figure out why it is so important to people that they have to get that one certain thing for Christmas that they&lt;br /&gt;could go out anytime of the year and buy the thing that is so important to them. I dont mean to be a Grinch but I can see why he is the Grinch. I would love to think that Christmas could be the one day that family and friends can get to together and enjoy theirself , but who am I kidding I have to spend Christmas Eve with the in-laws , I would rather pull my teeth and preform brain surgery on myself, but alas I will show up and try to be nice. I loved the christmas I had when we were younger. I'm sure mom and dad stressed over what to get us . But the things I rember most was getting to be with family and going to church and watching the plays and going riding around looking at lights. I know time have changed and you make life what it is , I just wanted to vent a little................................Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113469879122145060?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113469879122145060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113469879122145060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113469879122145060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113469879122145060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-my-heart-2-sizes-to-small.html' title='Is my heart 2 sizes to small?'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113340211536305527</id><published>2005-11-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:55:15.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop This Crazy Thing!</title><content type='html'>I went horse back riding the other day and as soon as I got up on the horse I knew I was in trouble. I couldnt get my feet in the stirups and the horse took off. I was holding on for dear life,no matter what I did the horse wouldnt stop running and I could see cars all around me and then the saddle started slipping, here I was falling sideways with the saddle holding on for dear life and all I could see was cars and hoofs coming at me and just when I thought I was done for ...... the manager of Wal-Mart came out and unplugged the stupid thing . Needless to say I am fine and I didnt get hurt, but rest assure it will be along time before I go horse back riding again. WHEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113340211536305527?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113340211536305527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113340211536305527' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113340211536305527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113340211536305527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/11/stop-this-crazy-thing.html' title='Stop This Crazy Thing!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113331606391055946</id><published>2005-11-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:01:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Walking (Pooping)</title><content type='html'>I was talking to afriend about sleep walking and she told me about her son who at the time was sick and had gone to bed , she woke up and heard her little boy get up and she went to see what&lt;br /&gt;he was doing ....when she walked into the playroom there sat her son on the kid couch with his underwear down around his ankles taking a poop on the couch now he was sick so it was a MESSY poop . She asked him what he was doing and he said I'm using the bathroom leave me alone .....she looked at his eyes and seen that he was sleepwalking (pooping) . She woke him up and there he stood poop all over the couch and himself when she asked him what happened he said I dont know but my brother did it . She told him son you are the one that pooped on the couch its all on  you and you were asleep when you did this , she told him it was ok and showered him off when she put his colthes back on him she put a pull- up on him and he didnt know at the time that it was a pull up until he got up the next morning and when he reached to pull the wedgey he had he relized that it was a pull- up and started screaming why do I have a diaper on?    I never lauged so hard when she was telling me this . It is so funny what we do in our sleep .  I talk and walk in my sleep I just hope I dont do anyting lke this in my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113331606391055946?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113331606391055946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113331606391055946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113331606391055946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113331606391055946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleep-walking-pooping.html' title='Sleep Walking (Pooping)'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113312536264686116</id><published>2005-11-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:02:42.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the worse feeling...........</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I would be married and feel so alone when it comes to me and Tony. I hate this feeling , I dont think Tony is seeing anyone but I wished that he was then I would know what was going on with him. Its awful when you look forward to going to work because you know that there are people there that care about you enough to ask how are you or what have you been up to .  I hate to think that as soon as Tony walks through the door from work that he is changing his clothes to go off to help his dad or run here or there for someone else. I didnt think that I was that bad of a person to be around .I hate having the same  days off because I never see him. I wish if I was that bad of a person to be around he would tell me and I will let him be on his merry way .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113312536264686116?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113312536264686116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113312536264686116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113312536264686116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113312536264686116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-worse-feeling.html' title='This is the worse feeling...........'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-113114499409363423</id><published>2005-11-04T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T14:56:34.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV the other day and seen the commercial for The Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt; It got me to thinking about when I was a little girl and I seen it for the first time&lt;br /&gt;on TV. We had been waiting for it to come on all day so we could watch it . I remember&lt;br /&gt;me and my sisters took our baths and got our PJs on and sat and waited for the show to&lt;br /&gt;start , mom made popcorn and kool-aid. There we sat watching the show and eating and&lt;br /&gt;drinking our kool-aid , I thought it was the best movie I had ever seen and I still think&lt;br /&gt;that it is one of the great ones made. Mom always made thing like that special for us. I was&lt;br /&gt;thinking how my kids have missed out on things like that because these days they can watch&lt;br /&gt;any movie, cartoons , or special anytime they want thanks to DVD and Videos and cable . I miss those&lt;br /&gt;days . I still get excited when I see the christmas special coming on TV even though I have them&lt;br /&gt;all here and can watch them anytime I want, but it just seems different when I see them on the&lt;br /&gt;tube.It takes me back to a time I love and will always remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-113114499409363423?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/113114499409363423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=113114499409363423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113114499409363423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/113114499409363423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/11/yellow-brick-road.html' title='Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112925289937876581</id><published>2005-10-13T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:21:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice</title><content type='html'>The other morning I opened the store and started my day .  I was cooking breakfast and fixing the things on the counter when something caught my eye ....I looked down and there layed a mouse dead , for some reason I screamed I'm not sure why I just did , there it layed dead and looking so helpless. I'm not one to pick things up like mice, bugs , stuff like that and especaily when they are dead. I thought ok the boss , Jr. or my husband Tony will be here soon so I waited for one of the 3 to come in , I went on about my business and I forgot about the mouse until........I almost stepped on it which caused me to scream again . I called Tony and told him and he said he would be there in a min. so I waited and when he got there he picked it up for me and threw it away (my hero) :P. I found out that the boss and Jr. left it there for me so I could pick it up needless to say  I didnt so know we have a on going thing where me, boss and Jr. are trying to get back at each other .....so now I'm looking over and around my shoulder and the corners cause Lord knows what they are going to do to get back at me I'm a little worried ......if anyone has any ways to get them back let me know I need some good ideas. I tried to get my boss back the other day and wussed out and told him what I did .....the next morning he got me again so its Boss -2 , Jr.-1 and me -1 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112925289937876581?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112925289937876581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112925289937876581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112925289937876581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112925289937876581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/10/mice.html' title='Mice'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112879474001707946</id><published>2005-10-08T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:05:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM</title><content type='html'>I didnt mean to leave my mom out of my last blog.....I do worry about her all the time . I dont know what I would do without her around ,she is my hero  and my best friend . I only hope that my kids look up to me the way I do her . She is the strongest person I  know and the most loving and forgiving person I know . Mom I love you and I hope that you know that , you are so important to me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112879474001707946?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112879474001707946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112879474001707946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112879474001707946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112879474001707946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/10/mom.html' title='MOM'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112854728098704195</id><published>2005-10-05T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:21:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here .....with some things that I worry about.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I havnt blogged in a while so here I go, I really dont have just one thing to blog about so I will just start something......I worry about my niece Heather because I'm afraid that she is going to get hurt . (I hope that doesnt make you mad Heather ) My dad bought a scooter to get around the house in and I think that is a little odd , I think mom should wrap him in bubble wrap so he wont get hurt on it . I think Luann stresses over things that she shouldnt and tell people to do their own work and leave her alone at school and if someone is mean to her I think that she should punch them in the nose. :0) My other sister Robin is way to down and depressed about herself and if she would only look past all the crap that is in her way and start living her life for her and not everyone else she would find that she would be so much happier. My brother is own a path of self destruction and I wish he would wake up and see the BIG PICTURE. I love these guys so much and I have to worry about them and I just wanted to let them know that everything will be fine and that I'm here if they need me for anything. I dont mean none of this in a mean or hateful way I just worry about you guys.  I know this is not a funny post but I just got to thinking about some things and I wanted to get this offf my chest . Now I'm really flat. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112854728098704195?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112854728098704195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112854728098704195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112854728098704195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112854728098704195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-here-with-some-things-that-i-worry.html' title='I&apos;m Here .....with some things that I worry about.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112644939070872870</id><published>2005-09-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:36:30.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad this week is at its end. Me and Tony fussed the first part of the week actually, I just made him feel lower than dirt because of him calling our son retared basically . ( our son has a learning disabililty) and I will not tolerate him calling him retarded , he did it when he was mad at him but that is no excuse, so I have made him feel as low as a human can feel . He did tell Will he was sorry but still, you cant take back words. I fell apart at work the other day when one of the guys asked me how I was and then I lost it .........this guy is a good friend and listens to me while I just blubber out everything.  Then I almost burned the place where I work down by emptying a ashtray in the trash while one was still lit. I noticed it when I smelled smoke and seen the trash smoking (aahahhhhhhhh) I winked at a friend of mines boyfriend why I dont know . I told him I was sorry for winking at him he just laughed and said dont worry about it . I then told my friend, she said dont worry about it, it was no big deal . I chalk that one up to stress,&lt;br /&gt;anyway if this next week starts like this last one I may have to stay in bed all week. SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112644939070872870?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112644939070872870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112644939070872870' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112644939070872870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112644939070872870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112578274295360042</id><published>2005-09-03T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:25:42.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Off</title><content type='html'>Can a person call it a day off when you have kids at home on the same day? I think not. This is my week end off in about 2 weeks. I use to have days off during the week and the kids were in school and Tony was at work ........sigh ........I miss those days , now that was a day off. Mind you I still had to clean but if I didnt want to fix lunch I didnt and I didnt have to worry about going behind everyone and remind them to pick up where I just cleaned .I have also decided that Sponge Bob Square Pants is EVIL.......I just heard him and Patrick fussing over who is Dirty Dan no wonder my kids act like they do . I use to blame it on Tony but I have to say it is the SPONGE. Oh well ..........I didnt really have anything to blog about so I thought I would just ramble on about this ..........by the way has anyone seen that commercial about the man and his little girl satting on the couch and the little girl ask her dad if she could have some of his emerald nuts (thats the brand ) anyway he tells her that if she eats them that all the unicorns would disappear and then a unicorn tells him thats not ture and then it shows Santa satting there and he says something .........anyway is it me or does that Santa sound like a evil serial killer? He does to me, if I was a kid and he started to talk to me, I would run screaming from the sound of his voice. Just wanted  to share that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112578274295360042?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112578274295360042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112578274295360042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112578274295360042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112578274295360042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-day-off.html' title='My Day Off'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112544892624675938</id><published>2005-08-30T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:43:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boil Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, if you have read my prev. post you will know that I have some problems with boils. I started my antibotics last night and it was awful , they smell and taste bad and they make me sick as a dog I have noticed though that my boils are getting better and they are also helping the cold soar on my lip, and the heat rash is feeling better to. So I guess over all I'm feeling better ...........except for the cold I seem to be getting................it sucks to be me at the moment , Oh and Misty my whoopsy doo is the same as tom. (hehehe) Lu my ears are not big and swollen you goof , just soar at the moment. So that is my update .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112544892624675938?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112544892624675938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112544892624675938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112544892624675938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112544892624675938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/boil-update.html' title='Boil Update'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112536670227737581</id><published>2005-08-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:51:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH!!</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I'm am falling apart . I went to the doctor today , while I was sitting in the waiting room people that I knew would say" hey how you doing ". Never mind I'm sitting here in the doctors office , I mean how am I'm doing? Not to good or I wouldnt be spending my morning in the doctor office.I told them fine and left it at that . I sat and waited and finally they called me back. First I had to be weighed , joy joy then I go to the room and put a paper sheet around me and sat and wait .........................finally the doc comes in and says "so how are you?". I wanted to say" well I just thought I would sat here in this sheet half naked and have tea and cookies with you". I didnt,&lt;br /&gt;anyway I told her my problems from head to toe .......I have yeast on my ears (never heard of that but its painful its a rash) then I told her about the 3 boils I have , I have one on my armpit one on my leg and one on my whoopys doo( I know gross )then I told her about a rash I have on my leg and stomach which turned out to be heat. She then looked at me told me she has seen alot of people with boils this year more than she has in a while , so anyway she gave me a cream for my rash ,antibotics for the boils and 2 pills for the yeast infection I will be getting from the anticbotics. Oh happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112536670227737581?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112536670227737581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112536670227737581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112536670227737581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112536670227737581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='BLAH!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112473460520424802</id><published>2005-08-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:16:45.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Life</title><content type='html'>I visited my parents this past week-end and my mom made the statement "I miss life".&lt;br /&gt; I really didnt catch what she said at first then she stared talking about when we use to do stuff like camping and going places . I thought about what she said and I agree with her , I miss life .&lt;br /&gt;It seems that as I have gotten older all I do is work , take care of the kids and clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to remember when the last time I stopped to smell the roses (as the saying goes).&lt;br /&gt;I remember going camping and having the best times of my life , we would swim sat by the fire and sleeping in the tent or camper, I remember when we would get up early in the morning and dad would load us up and we would go to places that would take us a while to get to ,I miss that and all the things we did growing up . When me and Tony first got married we would sat out at night and look up at all the stars and see how many shooting stars we could see that was great times me and him shared but for some reason we dont do that anymore. It looks like I am going to have to start living again me and you mom ......if possible we need to stop and smell the roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112473460520424802?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112473460520424802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112473460520424802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112473460520424802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112473460520424802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-life.html' title='I Miss Life'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112424428013453950</id><published>2005-08-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:04:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope I'm lucky the first time....</title><content type='html'>My son who is 15 rode home with  me today , he said he needed to talk to me about something.&lt;br /&gt;We got in the car and he started telling me about a girl in his class who says she is pregnant. Will then told me that he didnt see how this was possible. Now Will knows about sex and how everything happens and what can happen. ( I hope he does .....his dad talked to him about the birds and the bees so I kinda worry what he does know) anyway I told Will that a girl can get preg. when she hits puberty and that can be a young age. I statred telling him that when he starts dating and he decide to have sex to always use a condom. I also told him I would prefer he waits till hes married and he said that he was . I  told him about STD's , how sex can be a  deadly things these days and how a girl could get preg. and the best way to prevent this is to wear a condom or not to have sex at all. He then looks at me and says......Mom please dont worry about it I plan on waithing to have sex till I get married .......and if I'm lucky I will only have to do it one time because I only want one kid. I got tickled when I relized what he said but I did not laugh out loud I didnt want to hurt his feelings.  Now I really wonder what his dad told him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112424428013453950?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112424428013453950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112424428013453950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112424428013453950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112424428013453950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/hope-im-lucky-first-time.html' title='Hope I&apos;m lucky the first time....'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112347437021022576</id><published>2005-08-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:24:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin fever</title><content type='html'>As you know Tony had Lasik surgery on his eyes last Thursday and he had to have some other work done to so he can't see very good at the moment. He is not supposed to drive because he can't see that good...... anyway...............I was walking out the door to go to work today and he says ," me and the kids will come over later", I stopped turned and said you cant drive so no dont come over .&lt;br /&gt;Tony: But I'm bored sitting in the house all day .&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry but you cant see good enough to drive .&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I'll let Will drive,&lt;br /&gt;Me: He dosent have a lic. and he cant drive a stick shift.&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I'll help him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Tony just stay home and lay around .&lt;br /&gt;Tony: O.K :(&lt;br /&gt;So with that I walked out the door and went to work. Tony calls me and says bring home a movie . I went and got the movie he wanted and put it in my purse and resumed what I was doing. I had been working for a while when I hear MOM SAVE ME FROM THEM. I look up its my daughter , "Brandi how did you get here?" Then I saw him , Tony walked in the door with Will behind him .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tony who drove.&lt;br /&gt;Tony: William&lt;br /&gt;Me: How did he drive over here&lt;br /&gt;Tony : I helped him.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh........Will is 15 yrs old and dose not have a lic. and here he is driving Tony around who cant see, with my 11 yr old daughter in the car with them. I have 3 kids the oldest being 37 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he got his movie and the kids got something and left . Here they go pulling out of the parking lot after serveral tries and as they get on the road ...I see Brandi in the back looking at me and mouthing the words HELP...... anyway they made it home and all is well. I dont know what Tony will do tomorrow he will be here all alone ...........Lord help me and others .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112347437021022576?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112347437021022576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112347437021022576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112347437021022576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112347437021022576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin fever'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112329520896807767</id><published>2005-08-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:20:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMMMMMMM</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Atlanta with Tony .........we were there for 3 days ,he had Lasik surgery on his eyes . We left on Wed. and had to stay till Fri. I am so glad to be home. I had to drive back and I hated it the traffic was awful . I cant drive in traffic to good and I get lost real easy and with Tony not able to see sure enough I got lost ......I made it through Atlanta just fine it was when I got back to Tenn. that I got lost .........where did we end up ? in Alabama. So I had to pull over and call my mother in law to get back on the right road. I finally made it back to Tenn. and finally home after fighting the 127 yard sale traffic. Thank the good Lord we made it home and I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. Mom if you read this .............I love you and I'm praying hard for you and dad .........please dont worry, God is there . I hope to see you next weekend .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112329520896807767?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112329520896807767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112329520896807767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112329520896807767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112329520896807767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/08/screammmmmmm.html' title='SCREAMMMMMMM'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112268691175871847</id><published>2005-07-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:28:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>The other day me and my daughter was walking in a store, as we walked in, there was this little boy looking up at me, he was a cutie ...........so I thought, he had to be 4 or 5 and he had this smile on his face , I looked at him and smiled and was about to walk past him when he started to say something, I stopped as he spoke and oh how I wished I had walked on because at he moment I stopped out of his mouth came " hey it looks like you have a mask on". I felt he was on the store intercom when that boomed out of his mouth. I felt like everyone in the store was looking at me. Needless to say , I do wear my makeup kind of heavy because I think I look awful without it and I like to cover my acne, anyway me and my daughter just busted out laughing it shocked us both that he said that , I hurriedly walked off and heard his mom say something to him. I cant blame the little mole...... I know kids will be kids so I let it slide and went on with my day.....Today I went to see my father in law who just had surgery on his back , my daughter was with me , I told her to go show her Granny her colored contacts ........she wanted colored contacts to cover her eye which was messed up when a bottle rocket hit it, anyway as she walked over to the bed where her Granny and Pa was all of the sudden her pa said " I wish I had $20.00 so I could fart and blow her contacts out" we started laughing at him and Brandi just looked at him like you are not right. I guess when your on pain killers you'll say anything. My mother in law has laughed at him all day over all the things he has said and done.  He cant get out off bed and has to be helped if he does get up , at one point he was talking about how he was having to chase chickens. Ode to pain Killers ( I guess) :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112268691175871847?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112268691175871847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112268691175871847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112268691175871847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112268691175871847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112209549438897033</id><published>2005-07-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:11:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered if...........</title><content type='html'>I wonder sometimes what if on the way home from work I just kept driving and driving no where certain just drive till I find a place to stop and stay there not worrying about anything sleeping for days and not have people yelling at you or telling you to do this or get this , or honey I cant find this will you see if you can ?  I would love to not have to worry about fixing supper or paying the bills or picking up after everyone and in  mins. it is messy all over again ,for just a few days . I know that is how life is, but sometimes  I think" I'm hitting the road and I'll call you when I get there". I wouldnt take my cell phone .I hate phones they drive me crazy. This sounds selfish of me I know but I would love to have 1 day to myself and not have to worry about anything. I'm sure we all get like this . Dont get me wrong ,I love my family and wouldnt take anything  for them .....I just wonder sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112209549438897033?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112209549438897033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112209549438897033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112209549438897033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112209549438897033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-you-ever-wondered-if.html' title='Have you ever wondered if...........'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112147931971495336</id><published>2005-07-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:01:59.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>I went to the Dr. today , he walked in the room looked at me and said" you dont need surgey,your to little to cut on" . I'm thinking ok, are you looking at me ? I went in with the hopes of having this done but after talking to the doc he seems to think I can do this on my own ( I pray he's right) I got on the scales and weighed .......I have dropped 5lbs since the last time I weighed which was less than a month ago, and that was just from quitting reg soft drinks. I now drink water (tons of it) and diet drinks . So I have made up my mind to try and do the diet thing , I started walking on my Gazelle (again) and I'm going to cut back on my portions at lunch and dinner and try and not to snack, but if I do I am going for healthy snacks. My sis Lu is doing great on her diet and I know she stuggles but maybe I can follow her lead and stick to the changes I want to make with my eating habits, the doc seems to thinks I can do it with help from my reg. doc and with the help of my hubby who has had the lap band done and he has lost 50lbs. since he had that done , so wish me luck .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112147931971495336?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112147931971495336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112147931971495336' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112147931971495336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112147931971495336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112137895346266098</id><published>2005-07-14T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:09:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Overeater......I need help</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be going to see a doctor about weight loss surgery. People look at me and say you dont need surgery to lose weight , I weigh 224lbs. and I'm type 2 diabetic. I cannot diet to save my life (and I'm afraid if I dont lose weight I will die) I know that my sugar will get worse as time goes on and other health problems I have or will have by being overweight ,it will get worse. I want to do something now before it does get worse. So tomorrow I will find out what I can do. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112137895346266098?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112137895346266098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112137895346266098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112137895346266098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112137895346266098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-overeateri-need-help.html' title='I&apos;m an Overeater......I need help'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112102187343788463</id><published>2005-07-10T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:43:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here stab me in the back again .........Please.</title><content type='html'>Would you ever want to be freinds with someone or even nice to someone who has stabbed you in the back every chance they get even if it is your Husbands brothers wife?&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law thinks so . Me and Cindy have not spoken in a year and I'm fine with that, as far as I'm concerned it will stay that way . I dont like her and I never will, especially since she took what little security I had away from me and my kids when I was seperated from my husband, she didnt care if my kids did without just as long as she got what she wanted and she did. Dont get me wrong everything is great now but back then I wasnt sure where things were going with me and him not married and me working and trying to pay bills and buy food for us, so what little security I had she made sure it was taken away from us. So now my mother in law thinks I should just forget this and put it behind me and start talking with Cindy again .......I dont think so. Yes I could be the bigger person but sometimes you just have to say "Hell no I'm not doing it again " I dont have a problem with how things are as long as she leaves me alone I'm fine . Its others who have a problem with it so I think they need to work through it and leave me alone. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112102187343788463?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112102187343788463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112102187343788463' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112102187343788463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112102187343788463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-stab-me-in-back-again-please.html' title='Here stab me in the back again .........Please.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112084580692642523</id><published>2005-07-08T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:03:26.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Ponder</title><content type='html'>1. Why is that some people think they wake up with breath as fresh as a daisy? Then they get in your face talking away and your gagging the whole time.(have they smelled a daisy)&lt;br /&gt;2.Why is it people will call before 8:00 in the morning on your day off and say "are you up yet"? (no I'm not you moron its my day off)&lt;br /&gt;3. Why is that a man can fart and have people passing out all around him and then he says "what did it stink" ( my husband does that ) &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;4. If a short person wears shorts shorts are they consider just shorts? ( i know I'm a moron) :)&lt;br /&gt;5. If Seth (Lu's son) calls his armpits meatballs , does he call meatballs armpits?(how about some spaghetti and armpits)&lt;br /&gt;6. If a wine-o drinks beer and not wine does that make him a beer-o? ( that one makes me wonder) :P ( not really)&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it that brown cows dont give choclate milk? (white cows give white milk)&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the things I think about I have plenty more but I have to get ready for work . I know I have alot of free time on my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112084580692642523?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112084580692642523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112084580692642523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112084580692642523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112084580692642523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-i-ponder.html' title='Things I Ponder'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112069794784721332</id><published>2005-07-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:59:07.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK......as you can see by my pic I have a 80's hair doo, thats because that was me in 1988. I know I should get a more recent pic ........I have one, but thats the one I grabbed for my sis to put on my blog. My hair has not changed that much , Lu always tells me I need to get out of the 80's but I cant .....I have had this doo for along time and I cant seem to get rid of it and if I do change it I go right back to it . I sure could use a make over maybe one day I will get one. You never know this doo may come back around. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112069794784721332?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112069794784721332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112069794784721332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112069794784721332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112069794784721332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day!!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112042747450594543</id><published>2005-07-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:51:14.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Bite the Hand that Feeds You.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get tried of people who will not do for themself and expects you to do everything for them ? I have this friend who has just divorced her husband and is now a single mom ( and I use mom loosely) who expects everyone to do and take care of her . I've been in her shoes and yes people did help me out so I could get on my feet. But she will not try to get on  her feet, she has her hand out all the time with the expression what can you do or give to me today,dont get me wrong I dont think that I am cold hearted or mean ,I help her all the time and then some. She has a boyfriend who does pretty good money wise and he will not lift a hand to help her when she thinks she needs it, I guess he is pretty smart in thinking if he doesnt she will  get one her friends to. Its stuff like this that makes me want to become a mean person and not care about others just like the dirty old man I wrote about yesterday . Why is it that we put up with people like this ? I know it is my own fault that I put up with all this and I should just say no but I dont so I suffer for it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112042747450594543?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112042747450594543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112042747450594543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112042747450594543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112042747450594543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-bite-hand-that-feeds-you.html' title='Dont Bite the Hand that Feeds You.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112035644895002244</id><published>2005-07-02T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:07:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulity!!!!</title><content type='html'>There is this guy where I work who always bugs me and says awful things to me and wants me to go out with him ( yes he knows I'm married but he dosent care) To put it in a nutshell he is a dirty old man . I've put up with him because he is my bosses brother. (which is no excuse) anyway I found out just recently that he has been running his mouth and it has caused some problems between my husband and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was things that I said and I admit to all of it ........it was things about my brother in law and his witch of a wife , they know I dont like them and I dont care that they know I just hate it that this drunken idiot went to Him and told him the things I said and now it has caused problems between brothers. If my brother in law had any balls he should have come to me . I told the dirty old man that I no longer will talk to him because of what he did and that I dont want him to talk to me ever again and it has been a great relief that I dont have to listen to his sick mouth........now I know I should have not said the things i did , I knew they would probly get back to them.... but I did and I except full responabilty for my action. The reason I call him a dirty old man is because he is now fooling around with a 14 and a 16 year old and he is 54. So it took this to get this pervert out of my life and I'm so thankful and about the girls their mom knows  and she dosent care and the girls get what ever they want out him and his family knows what he is doing and nothing is being done. I live in a small town where if you line the laws pockets you can do anyting you want, ask Lu she use to live here to. I know this is a crazy blog but I wanted to get this off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112035644895002244?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112035644895002244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112035644895002244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112035644895002244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112035644895002244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/07/gulity.html' title='Gulity!!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-112009413075643422</id><published>2005-06-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:29:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate..........</title><content type='html'>1. I hate that I feel like I have to be nice to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate that I didnt go on to college. ( my fault)&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate feeling blue. (like now)&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate to hear people lie and act so big and bad.( my friend )&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it when people take advantage of me.( Why I let them I dont know)&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate it when divorced parents use their kids as pawns. (my friend does)&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate that I let a certain tramp get the best of me. ( Ishould knock her out) &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate men who think they can say whatever they want to you no matter how bad or nasty it is. &lt;br /&gt;9. I hate the feeling I get when I watch a sad movie. ( The Notebook )&lt;br /&gt;10.I hate that I cant sleep good at night ( even if I take a sleeping pill.)&lt;br /&gt;11.I hate being tired all the time.( lack of sleep )&lt;br /&gt;12.I hate that I can be very selfish at times. ( I cant help it.)&lt;br /&gt;13.I hate I divorced my husband and almost lost him. (you dont know what you have till its gone)&lt;br /&gt;14.I hate what I put my kids through when I left. ( they put on a brave face)&lt;br /&gt;15.I hate that I cant take back that whole year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;16.I hate that food controls my life.&lt;br /&gt;17.I hate that I'm over weight. ( i'm working on it )&lt;br /&gt;18.I hate that I havent won the lottery(working on that) :)&lt;br /&gt;19.I hate talking on the phone.(I carry my cell phone everywhere) :P&lt;br /&gt;20.I hate to rant and rave . (but sometimes you just have to let it out.)&lt;br /&gt;I also hate going back and reading my posted Blog and finding mispelled words. &gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-112009413075643422?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/112009413075643422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=112009413075643422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112009413075643422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/112009413075643422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate..........'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111938748809113561</id><published>2005-06-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:04:26.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Geek in Training</title><content type='html'>My poor sister Lu. (Lu's News) I know I annoy her alot . I get on here and try to do things on my blog and I mess up more than I fix so I have to call her and ask her to fix it.....and she always does. I get so proud of myself when I do something right, thats when I call her and tell her to look and see what I did on my blog and she looks everytime I call. She gets tickled at me and laughs at me. (alot) I dont mind I told her today " I'm a geek in training" .........anyway Thanks Lu for putting up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to follow in your footsteps. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111938748809113561?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111938748809113561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111938748809113561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111938748809113561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111938748809113561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/geek-in-training.html' title='A Geek in Training'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111929928883522660</id><published>2005-06-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:11:41.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was Tagged</title><content type='html'>Five things I miss about my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I miss crawling up in my dads lap when we were in church and falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;2.I miss mom tucking me in bed at night and taking care of me when I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;3.I miss doing things with my sisters and brother&lt;br /&gt;4.I miss going camping with family and friends and sitting by the fire and roasting marshmallows and hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;5.I miss playing outside till dark, going fishing,riding my bike to feed the horses and school.&lt;br /&gt;I could write a whole lot more but these are the top 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111929928883522660?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111929928883522660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111929928883522660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111929928883522660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111929928883522660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was Tagged'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111871572761931641</id><published>2005-06-13T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:22:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>One of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111871572761931641?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111871572761931641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111871572761931641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111871572761931641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111871572761931641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111863382046443297</id><published>2005-06-12T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:37:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Buzzards &amp; Parents .........you gotta love them.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my mom today and she was asking me about the the killer buzzards ........so I thought I would share the story with whoever. This happened years ago so I hope I get it right .&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lu was playing outside one day and it was time to come in , mom had called for us to come several times but we just kept on playing acting like we didnt hear her. So here me and Lu are playing in our own little world when all of a sudden we hear "girls get in the house killer buzzards are flying over you". We look up and sure enough there they were 5 or 6 buzzards flying in a circle right over us . So we stand there looking at the buzzards and we hear mom scream get in the house , run they'll get you.By this time dad had joined in with mom making those buzzards the most terrifying thing at that moment........We dropped whatever we were doing and took off running for the house , I prayed oh lord dont let them get us ..we just knew those buzzards were hot on our heels ,we knew they were going to get us at any min. fly away with us and we would never been seen again. Oh sweet relief we made to the house into the safety of our home there with mom and dad who would protect us from those awful buzzards .&lt;br /&gt;We knew we safe ......then we seen them ....mom and dad laughing at us as we sat there with the terror still fresh in our eyes and it dawned on us ......mom got us to come in the house. Arent parents smart. We still laugh about the "killer buzzards". I just thought I would share this hope you get a laugh from it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111863382046443297?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111863382046443297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111863382046443297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111863382046443297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111863382046443297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/killer-buzzards-parents-you-gotta-love.html' title='Killer Buzzards &amp; Parents .........you gotta love them.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111820078631199864</id><published>2005-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:19:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I have Lu for a sis, she teaches me alot when it comes to computers. I decided I would try and do some things on my blog , so I made a pratice blog to work on ( you should see it it looks bad ) anyway I finally learned how to post something on the sides of my blog (see crayon box on right side) I did that... I figured out how to paste the code in the template and I did it . Now to all you computer whiz out there this is not a big deal, but to me it is. The fact that I figured out how to do this after watching Lu do it amazes me. Oh yeah I took the crayon box idea from Lu's blog .....I loved it . I just thought I would share this with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111820078631199864?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111820078631199864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111820078631199864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111820078631199864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111820078631199864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-did-it.html' title='I did it.'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111818373322305929</id><published>2005-06-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:35:33.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Lu for fixing my Blog ........I love what you did .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111818373322305929?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111818373322305929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111818373322305929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111818373322305929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111818373322305929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks!!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111785083994732106</id><published>2005-06-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T17:29:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/5896/320/21501BP%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/221/5896/200/21501BP%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111785083994732106?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111785083994732106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111785083994732106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111785083994732106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111785083994732106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111785018483021187</id><published>2005-06-03T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:56:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Could someone please tell me how is it that men (not all ) becomes PIGS, are they born that way is it something they learn from the other men they look up to? I dont mean to rant and rave but I have had it . I work at a little mom and pop store , not only does my boss own the store but he has another business which requries a crew ( all men ) .I open the store at 6:30 A.M, I make the coffee and biscuits so when they get there its ready if they want it, now some of the guys are ok and treat me respectfully but then there are the other ones , 2 actually , one is always trying to get me to sleep with him and goes into great detail about it , thats not the worse the other one is worse. I was ringing up his order one day I was standing behind the counter all of a sudden he reaches across the register and trys to grab my chest I was SHOCKED!!!!!!!! I was stunned I couldnt react , then I came to and slapped his hand away just in time and told him that was the quickest way to get the shit knocked out of him.........what does he do laughs and goes on . I was so mad and still in shock. What gave him the right to do that ...............nothing. This guy is a guy I refer to as an inbreed , a few teeth ,nasty looking and I'm sure his mom is his sister and his dad is his uncle.  I 've  told my boss and he says that he will talk to his crew. Yeah Right !!!! Well today I had it with the inbreed one ......he came in and started with his inbred remarks............I looked at him and told him in front of the whole crew that if he didnt shut up and leave me alone I was going to get my gun and shoot him....the other guys looked at me with wide eyes  ( they know I carry a gun in my purse) so in no time at all they gathered their stuff up , told the guy to get out to the truck. As they went out the door they told me to have a good day and left. Now I all I have to do is deal with the customers that come in and think they can say whatever they want to me . I was just wondering about this . I could tell my husband , but I dont want him killing anyone . What happened to the days that men had manners or did they ever have any?&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I'm not saying all men are like this but the ones that are .............you good guys should kick their ass and tell them to stop making you good guys look bad.  Thanks for letting me rant I feel so much better now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111785018483021187?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111785018483021187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111785018483021187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111785018483021187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111785018483021187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/06/men.html' title='MEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111757401235724404</id><published>2005-05-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:13:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HOW CUTE!!!.............EEKKK!!</title><content type='html'>The other day my husband and I was at his Dad's , we had went out to check on the cows and the horses. Tony walked over to the cow feeder to see if it had any feed in it , me and his dad were standing a few yards away when all of a sudden we hear ............ @#%*#^@  (and then some ), I yelled whats wrong it is a snake? ( seeing how there was one in the driveway earlier ) he said no its a &amp;*(^%$# racoon . Well me being a animal lover I had to go see it , sure enough there sat this med. size coon . He had been in the feeder for a while and ate quite abit of feed so he looked pretty bad because he hadnt had any water to drink. I know that coons can be a very mean animal its not their fault thats the way they are , but this one sat there and it stood on its hind legs a few times . His dad went to get a cage to put it in so we could take it off in the woods. We got him in the cage ,I carried him to the driveway and sat the cage down and waited for Tony to come so we could take him off, while I waited I gave it some water and he seemed to perk up. Then the dogs came to have a sniff and OH MY...... the little guy came to life , He growled then hissed and the dog let out a bark as I took off screaming. ( mind you the coon was still in the cage) why I ran I dont know.....anyway we took and let him go next to pond and some woods and he took off running. I called him Eddie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111757401235724404?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111757401235724404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111757401235724404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111757401235724404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111757401235724404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-how-cuteeekkk.html' title='OH HOW CUTE!!!.............EEKKK!!'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111738176142206384</id><published>2005-05-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T08:49:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laundry</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone would love to go back to the days when they were young, carefree and didnt have to do laundry all the time....... (sigh) . I dont think I will ever get caught up on all my wash(I should be doing it know ) So you think that clothes breed while satting in the wash room? I think so . My mom is the only woman I know that could keep the wash caught up , why oh why didnt that rub off on me . I hate to think that I'm lazy, but after working all week and taking care of the kids and the hubby the last thing on my mind is washing clothes.  It would be easy to put a load in everyday and then it wouldnt build up on me on the week-end but for the life of me I just cant do it , after getting home running after my kids and hubby I just dont feel up to it . I guess I have to face it, that to some point I'm lazy . Oh well that is life for me . Great the buzzer just went off on the dryer, Thanks for letting me rant about this. Lets go fold some clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111738176142206384?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111738176142206384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111738176142206384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111738176142206384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111738176142206384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/05/laundry.html' title='The Laundry'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111673131319640851</id><published>2005-05-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:08:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones and Rude Tech People</title><content type='html'>I went to charge my cell phone on my car charger because I was going somewhere and it needed to be charged. I plugged the charger into my phone and it wouldnt go in all the way. I took it out and seen that it had broke the chip(port) in my phone, GREAT. I took it to Verizon and the tech guy told me that I would have to pay 50.00 to get it fix , I told him that I hadnt had the phone 6 months and why wasnt it covered by the warranty. He said because this was not caused by the phone messing up.It was caused by me. What? He said he had never seen a phone do this before. Well today he did. I asked if there was someone else I could talk to seeing how I didnt think it was my fault that the darn thing broke and that the phone was less than 6 months old. He said he would go ask his boss , so he left after about 2 min. he returned and said that it would cost 50.00 because he would have to replace the port . I said no thanks and told him I would take it to another Verizon and talk to them about it .Oh I forgot this part when he took my phone and looked at it he took a screwdriver and stuck it up where the port was and then he dropped my phone . Did he say sorry .... of corse not., anyway I took the phone back to the store I org. purchasrd the phone (I had to drive an hour and a half to get there)&lt;br /&gt;I took the phone in and told them the samething I told the dummy at the other store . The lady took my phone looked at it tried to fix it , she came back to me and said that the phone could not be fixed that you couldnt replace the port and that they would have to replace it , and they did at no cost to me . I told them about the other guy at the other store and she couldnt belive how the guy did me . I guess it just goes to show that there are asses out there that think they can do whatever they want . I will be making a phone call to the main boss about that store come Monday morn. Stupid people make me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111673131319640851?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111673131319640851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111673131319640851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111673131319640851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111673131319640851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/05/cell-phones-and-rude-tech-people.html' title='Cell Phones and Rude Tech People'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111669047080448176</id><published>2005-05-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:47:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That sounded awful !</title><content type='html'>I reread my first posting about laziness and I thought it sounded like I was hoping for something to be wrong with me. Thats not the case. I just dont want to find out that maybe I was a sorry person for wanting to sleep all the time. I guess it would be a relief to me to know that me being tired all the time was the cause of something and not that I am honestly lazy.&lt;br /&gt; I know that sounds dumb but.... oh well....thats me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111669047080448176?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111669047080448176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111669047080448176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111669047080448176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111669047080448176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/05/that-sounded-awful.html' title='That sounded awful !'/><author><name>Vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08843845586203030362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a102/luann919/vick2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13054125.post-111661388323604367</id><published>2005-05-20T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:31:23.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH LORD! Please dont let it be laziness.</title><content type='html'>Today I had to get bloodwork done.( hate that, needles are so scary) I went to the doctor last Tuesday to have some things checked and to see if he could find out why I stay tired all the time. I do work and I have 2 kids and a husband ( which keeps me busy) but all i think of is sleep , sleep ,sleep. I hate it, If I sat down for a min. before I know it my kids or hubby are waking me up "mom your snoring". Yuck&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I do that but I cant help it even when I get a good nights sleep I still fall asleep if I get still . So I have to keep doing something are fall asleep. The doc told me it could be two things that are making me that way It could be my Thyroid or something called Cronic Fatiga Sydrome.( I Think I spelled that right ) I wont find out till next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;That relly scares me I dont want anyting to be wrong with me ......But I dont want to find out that I'm just a lazy person.....sigh ....what to do. Well I just thought I would share this ,I have to go get ready for work and try not to fall asleep if its a slow night. UGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13054125-111661388323604367?l=vicki3567.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/feeds/111661388323604367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13054125&amp;postID=111661388323604367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111661388323604367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13054125/posts/default/111661388323604367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicki3567.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-lord-please-dont-let-it-be-laziness.html' title='OH LORD! 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