<?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-8411996492104519628</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:41:36.762-06:00</updated><category term='Life in general'/><title type='text'>Bored_In_Kansas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5062221149597696689</id><published>2009-04-19T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:01:10.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SALE BY OWNER</title><content type='html'>I have moved over to wordpress.....I know I know what the hell am I thinking I haven't posted anything in like 4 months and I up and moved?  SORRY!  If you still read then please go to the new blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://srykj.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5062221149597696689?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5062221149597696689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5062221149597696689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5062221149597696689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5062221149597696689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-sale-by-owner.html' title='FOR SALE BY OWNER'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2873772260611626094</id><published>2009-01-15T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:06:31.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Obssessed!!!</title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever, ONCE AGAIN!!! Unlike the rest of the time I have a really good excuse as to why I have 'abandoned' my blog.  The reason is (well there is actually four reasons)  The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;t Sagas!  If you love to read you MUST MUST MUST MUST read these four books; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, there is a movie out that is based on the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.  Joe and I went to see it before I read the first book.  I loved the movie so much I HAD TO READ THE BOOK.  So, Joe got the first one for me for Christmas.  I didn't pick up the book until New Years Eve, but then I couldn't put it down. I let a co-worker borrow the book and she fell in love with it also, and bought the next two books which I borrowed from her.  We had to wait and find someone who had the fourth book (because our Wal-Mart can not keep them in stock!), and finally about three days after I finished the third, I got to finish the whole series.  I absolutely REFUSE to believe that Edward Cullen is a fictional character!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in production of the second movie now, and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DVD comes out on March 21st.  I am so excited.  I do not get excited about many things very easily, but I just can't get enough of this Good vs Evil. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Stephanie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; is now my new Idol, which I don't even think I had an old one! LOL.   She has inspired me to actually sit down and write something of my own.  I know it will never be published, but I can say I did it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a title for my yet said book but I do have five chapters of it, and fully intend on finishing this, as I have slacked in the past.  I am even going to make another blog dedicated to this 'book'.  It's nothing special only because I really have no idea what the hell I am doing. But if you are intersted, or even still read this blog I will tomorrow most likely be posting the link to the other blog for this book.  I really need input on this from those of you who read my blog these days.  I have already have some great pointers given to me by my co-worker who is also a book enthusiast.  PLEASE PLEASE help me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other exciting news Joe is moving in with me next Thursday.  I KNOW RIGHT?  I'm nervous and excited all at the same time.  The only person I have ever lived with before was Laura, awww my laura.  LOL, that sounded a bit gayish.  LOL.  Any who I am off to start chapter six of the 'untiled' book of mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I can't get the html thing to work right.  Whoever heard of posting something with NO PARAGRAPHS?!?! Once I figure out how to type out the book without it looking like it is all meshed together I will not be posting anything soon.  Sorry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2873772260611626094?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2873772260611626094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2873772260611626094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2873772260611626094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2873772260611626094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-obssessed.html' title='Totally Obssessed!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1794760963143255931</id><published>2008-12-04T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:32:15.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping up again! EEK</title><content type='html'>Sorry sorry...i know i know.   So what has been going on with me? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.  Joe and I are back together, and all seems great :)  Yesterday was my birthday, and eww I turned 29 ICK.  For my birthday my parents took me out to lunch at one of our finest Mexican restaurants we have, HAHAHAH, on the finest part, it's really the only choice for a sit down dinner here in this small ass little town.  Then my mom made my favorite cake, yellow cake and chocolate icing, i'm a pretty simple gal when it comes to cake, only because I'm am not a big cake eater.  Then Joe came over and we spent the afternoon laughing,and talking, and watching movies, he then took me to another Mexican Restaurant on the other side of town (my favorite one).  He got me A case of Diet Dr. Pepper, because he KNOWS I LOVE IT!  ANd a beautiful watch!  It's so pretty I don't think I want to wear it I am afraid i will ruin or break it. We watched 2 movies the x-files and forgetting sarah marshall.  I loved them both :) Joe was not all that excited at watching the X-Files, he wasn't an X fan.  I WAS!  Here is part of a conversation I had with him durning the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want some cake?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? You don't want any of my moms cake?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Um after the movie&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Um...for not liking the X-files, this movie is ^%&amp;%$ insteresting, I don't want to pause it now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I'm gonna pause it because I have to Pee.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: (sighs) Oh alright, but hurry up and pee fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  He makes me laugh, why did i ever think that he and i aren't right for each other? Oh yes i remember, other people told me that.  I should never listen to what others have to say, it always ruins my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1794760963143255931?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1794760963143255931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1794760963143255931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1794760963143255931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1794760963143255931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/12/slipping-up-again-eek.html' title='Slipping up again! EEK'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-775298113373370856</id><published>2008-10-22T22:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:17:49.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Do this at home :)</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I got up the nerve and cut 2 inches off my own hair.  DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING.  I do not know what I am doing, and there for Now have layers in my hair that I DID NOT WANT! GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SP_6W6C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7hlZ8SJmv7A/s1600-h/1022007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SP_6W6C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7hlZ8SJmv7A/s320/1022007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198161237461170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TAKEN ON WEB CAM SORRY NOT THE BEST QUALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, see the new glasses?  Well they aren't all that new.  I got them when I was planning my wedding to James, because my mom thought that getting married in "Sally Jessie Raphael Glasses" would not be the best idea.   I have never liked these glasses, but guess what?  I am forced to wear them now, my "red" framed ones bit the dust about a month ago. I woke up and found them broken In have at the nose piece.  How can a pair of glasses break while they are sitting on a nightstand all night long with no one touching them?  *Shrugs* I don't know, but I do know I miss them!!!! *Sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one?  Just because I felt silly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SQAI49Y9-HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z53ySJRcke0/s1600-h/1023011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SQAI49Y9-HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z53ySJRcke0/s320/1023011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260214139413723250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-775298113373370856?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/775298113373370856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=775298113373370856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/775298113373370856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/775298113373370856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-do-this-at-home.html' title='Don&apos;t Do this at home :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SP_6W6C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7hlZ8SJmv7A/s72-c/1022007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8582788435198609502</id><published>2008-10-18T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:32:48.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief!</title><content type='html'>I am soooooo bad at this blog thing lately.  But to reassure you I am here, I just have been sooo busy with everyday life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I finally changed the blog around to fit the holiday that is coming up.  I almost forgot how to do that, call me blond if you'd like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been up in the life of Susan? you ask.  AHAHAH Absolutely positively nothing.  A week a go i rearranged my house...took the back bedroom and made it my "office" and the middle bedroom my "bedroom".  I love it so much better than before :) I now have a bathroom off my bedroom :D Makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try McDonalds one more time as to getting a second job there for a while. Last year at this time they didn't want to hire me.  A few weeks ago they lost my "test" that i had to take.  SO i need to go back and retake that stupid test so i can get hired for the night shift so I can have some money :D  YAY...and Boo all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I are on thin water. I called to tell him that I had made a decision that I want to see if this will work, and he said "nope." Then Today I got a text saying "what if i said maybe?" I don't know how to respond to that LMAO.  Course I am the one that stopped things 3 months ago, so I should be surprised eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she reads this blog anymore but Lisa I'm getting very excited for you darlin!!!!!! You are going to have a beautiful kick ass wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ones that used to read my blog Rachel  I love you big sis!  and BG I miss the crap out of you!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura I already know you look everday to see if i updated :D I will most likely be updating a lot now, I think i have my head back on straight.  HEHEHEHE.  Took forever didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now once i get this house cleaned I will post before and after pictures of the "new house look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8582788435198609502?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8582788435198609502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8582788435198609502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8582788435198609502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8582788435198609502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3088891868420321351</id><published>2008-08-11T01:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:14:11.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY LORD</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything I like FOREVER.  I'm so sorry It took me 4 minutes to log into this because I forgot my damn password, go me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been many many many things going on in my life, and I don't know where I should start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED OR BEEN TO ANYONE'S BLOGS IN FOREVER I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY I AM SOOOOOO SORRY!!!! I HAVE PROBABLY LOST THE FEW OF YOU I HAD LEFT THAT READS THIS BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working working working and oh did i mention I have been working?  I tried to work out at amazon.com, yes well that lasted for about 5 days.  IT was TO HOT there.  They don't have air conditioning, I about passed out 2 times.  I thought I could do it i was wrong. The work itself was not hard, it was easy.  It was the heat that made me decide, "Yup this is not for me." and then I just quit.  I am looking for a different job right now.  I still work at LJS and will probably for the rest of my life, lol.  I have applied for an office manager position at a local heat and air place.  I have yet to hear back from them.  I had the interview this last Tuesday.  I called on Thursday and they still were doing interviews and have not made a decision as of then.  GOOD GOD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life is up in the air as of right now.  I don't know what to do.  I don't think I love Joe.  I thought I did but I'm beginning to think I don't.  I love him as a person, but it feels like he's just a really good friend. That's bad isn't it?  You shouldn't think "hey here's my buddy" when you are supposed to be in love are you?  That's how i feel.  He's just my buddy.  There are somethings that I have been told about him and his family from a close friend of mine that has me thinking this is not right.  They are not right.   It sorta scared me.  I have caught him in some lies not bad lies but lies needless to say.  I don't know.  I haven't text him or talked to him in a week.  He has text me but i haven't replied.  I'm a horrible person aren't I?  I just don't know anymore.  My mom says it needs to end now, that flags are up everywhere.  I don't want to hurt him, but I don't want to be the one hurt in the long run either.  What am I supposed to do?  I don't know, wished I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the poorest i have ever been right now.  I'm struggling to pay all the bills on time and in full, this really sucks!  I hate not being able to go get bread when i need to because I don't have the extra money for it.  That is bad isn't it? Everyone should have money for some damn bread right?  I thought so.  I might have to move back home with my mom and dad.  I don't want to do that either.  I don't know what to do.  I need this job at the heating and air place it would help matter a lot.  I pray every night and throughout the day I get this job.  Is that bad? You shouldn't pray for stuff like that should you?  I am though.  I hope he listens.  I haven't been in touch with him for a long time, I hope he didn't forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lots of stuff going on and this has ended up to being a long long post about nothing really.  I'm sorry :(  I wish I had other interesting things FUNNY things to put in here.  I just don't.  This is what is going on in my life as of right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i just sent Joe 4 text messages 2 saying I want to break up (in a very very very nice way) and 2 that says I don't know I'm tired maybe we should talk.  I would SOOO much rather break this off in person, it's shitty and a bitchy thing to do to break up with someone through a damn text.  SEE I'm not right in my head right now.  I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!  GOOD GOD.  If any of you still read this please email me.  I need to know what to do, I need guidence on this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3088891868420321351?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3088891868420321351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3088891868420321351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3088891868420321351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3088891868420321351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-lord.html' title='OH MY LORD'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6541600251196448005</id><published>2008-06-01T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:21:51.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR...</title><content type='html'>Blogger keeps eating my posts!!!! Stupid ass P.O.S.  SO here is what I've been up too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thursday before Memorial Day to Memorial day I dog sat the cutest little teacup poodle ever put on this earth! She was so cute! I wanted to keep her.  Katie and Jade didn't think she was ALL THAT CUTE. But, I had to give her back to her owners...SNIFF SNIFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday until today, I have been watching Womens College World Series (softball).  My favorite team University of Arizona was sent home yesterday :( Sniff Sniff.  And now my 2nd favorite team Florida Gators was sent home 2nite, sniff sniff.  So now I could care less to watch the Finals because I don't like the 2 teams that are in it.  Arizona State and Texas A&amp;M.  I really wanted Alabama Crimson Tide and the Gators to be in the finals, but they both got sent home today :( SNIFF SNIFF!!!!!! I'm full of the sniffles as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7th is Joe's family reunion and I'm going.  I'm scared, because I don't do well in a big group of people I don't know.  I get nervous, and feel like I'm going to pass out.  But at least he will be there with me.   Joe has informed me that they have a swimming pool!!!! I get to go swimming this summer!!! WOOHOO!!! I don't swim in public...good grief I'd look like a beached whale.  But I will swim with him and his family (meaning his mom, dad, and 2 sisters) because I know them and they love me :) LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it!  Sorry I have been trying to post for almost 2 weeks now and every time the P.O.S eats it!  I hope blogger barfs all over itself! Okay maybe not...then I would lose this blog.....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6541600251196448005?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6541600251196448005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6541600251196448005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6541600251196448005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6541600251196448005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7816349620554757821</id><published>2008-05-18T22:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:03:13.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post.....</title><content type='html'>I am so sick and tired of working 8 to 10 days straight without a day off! GRRRR!!!! It gets old.  My feet hurt, my back hurts (because I'm fat) and I'm cranky.  Not the way I like to feel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW I'm in love...yes you heard it from me first.  I am in love !!! Can we all say about freaking time?!?! LOL.  Joe and I have even picked out our unborn children's names.  It won't change either because the boy name i have had picked out since I was 5  years old and well he absolutely fell in love with the girl name.  So i guess i will let you know what they are. Boy: Benjamin Joseph and girl: Piper Elizabeth.  Yup, that's them...Our future kids.  LOL.  I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i'm not preggers...good God that would make me pass out if I was.  I'm so not financially ready for a child, neither is he.  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I graduated High School.  This last week was the highschools graduation.  I feel old LOL.  I'll leave with a couple of pics from that time :) Luv ya all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I both Graduated together...she is to the left of me :) That's my whole family. Everyone was 10 years younger!!! I was 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SDEJhc8udrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_YKyswKeqs4/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SDEJhc8udrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_YKyswKeqs4/s400/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201949514900862642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am before graduation with my dads late dog Sheba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SDEJ8c8udsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/r-oVHMiixQo/s1600-h/graduation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SDEJ8c8udsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/r-oVHMiixQo/s400/graduation1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201949978757330626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7816349620554757821?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7816349620554757821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7816349620554757821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7816349620554757821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7816349620554757821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-post.html' title='Just a post.....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SDEJhc8udrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_YKyswKeqs4/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5066721069596428376</id><published>2008-05-13T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:44:07.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I lost my readers?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so where has everyone gone?!?!?! Have I totally lost my readers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to revamp my site....I need to know what you want to know about, read about, what you want the page to look like.  I need your help....I not only want this blog to be mine but yours as well, (um...i sound like a manager).  I want your input of what you would like to see more of or less of.  AND YES I KNOW BLOG MORE SUSAN WILL BE THE FIRST THING YOU ALL WILL SAY!  I try to blog when something interesting happens, but lately nothing has happened.  I wish I lived a more exciting life...but the fact is I don't.  That's why I want you to tell me what you want.  Like short stories, poems, videos, pictures, jokes, or just whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to make this blog fun like it used to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5066721069596428376?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5066721069596428376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5066721069596428376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5066721069596428376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5066721069596428376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-i-lost-my-readers.html' title='Have I lost my readers?!?!?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-300015489308661422</id><published>2008-04-29T19:33:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:19:52.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Joe</title><content type='html'>So today I decided that Joe and I needed to have a "picture" day, lol.  SO we went to the Tulsa Zoo.  After getting lost 1 time getting there we had a blast. We stayed for about 2 1/2 hours. We didn't go to all the exhibits and some of the exhibits they didn't have their animals out.  But it was still fun!  On the way back I kept getting us lost, I think I got lost 5 times but who was really counting? LOL.  Be the time we got out on the high way I had to go 55 miles and hour because I somehow lost control of my breaks on my truck.  I had to push really hard and then they went all the way to the floor and then barely stopped.  I have no idea what the problem is.  They are fine now.  I was scared poopless needless to say!  Here are some photos I will share with you.  Of course it is not all of them there's like 50 of them LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfRtSfOkjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oXQ1vZA1BqA/s1600-h/joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfRtSfOkjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oXQ1vZA1BqA/s400/joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194851271182291506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfSdSfOkkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8zZdubNTbmg/s1600-h/joe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfSdSfOkkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8zZdubNTbmg/s400/joe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194852095816012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfT2yfOklI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0ODc_i1yZ4/s1600-h/joe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfT2yfOklI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D0ODc_i1yZ4/s400/joe3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853633414304338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfUoCfOkmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4OPPRHelHIA/s1600-h/joe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfUoCfOkmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4OPPRHelHIA/s400/joe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194854479522861666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVECfOknI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EFcSAppv-ng/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVECfOknI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EFcSAppv-ng/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194854960559198834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVRCfOkoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vSSdNjZ-72w/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVRCfOkoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/vSSdNjZ-72w/s400/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194855183897498242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVeSfOkpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A5Ex_qmBv7c/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfVeSfOkpI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A5Ex_qmBv7c/s400/me3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194855411530764946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME IN CHAINS...THIS COULD GET UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfV9yfOkrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/50q-t-98Hr8/s1600-h/me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfV9yfOkrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/50q-t-98Hr8/s400/me4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194855952696644274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWMCfOksI/AAAAAAAAAWs/091d2dflc8M/s1600-h/monkey+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWMCfOksI/AAAAAAAAAWs/091d2dflc8M/s400/monkey+joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856197509780162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWcSfOktI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pTSiG6sRvdc/s1600-h/monkey+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWcSfOktI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pTSiG6sRvdc/s400/monkey+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856476682654418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWoyfOkuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Co4g723I3uQ/s1600-h/sea+lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfWoyfOkuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Co4g723I3uQ/s400/sea+lion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194856691431019234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-300015489308661422?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/300015489308661422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=300015489308661422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/300015489308661422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/300015489308661422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-with-joe.html' title='A day with Joe'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBfRtSfOkjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/oXQ1vZA1BqA/s72-c/joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4373207094125091315</id><published>2008-04-27T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:20:17.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hair color..and my new favorite song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBVRGCfOkhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DKrIgDyJAr4/s1600-h/my+new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBVRGCfOkhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DKrIgDyJAr4/s400/my+new+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194146909430649362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBVRQyfOkiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-D_lb_PH_ls/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBVRQyfOkiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-D_lb_PH_ls/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194147094114243106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqCoQnZkS9E&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dqCoQnZkS9E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4373207094125091315?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4373207094125091315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4373207094125091315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4373207094125091315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4373207094125091315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-hair-color.html' title='My new hair color..and my new favorite song!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SBVRGCfOkhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DKrIgDyJAr4/s72-c/my+new+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7721211544713221136</id><published>2008-04-08T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:03:46.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRR</title><content type='html'>Okay so here is my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a guy home from work tonight.  He does live in what we call the hood, every town has a hood.  I pull into his street and we see a cop in the intersection a block up.  I think nothing of it.  I pull into the apartment complex parking lot, let the guy out and continue my way home.  As soon as I turned onto my street a cops lights were flashing in my review mirror.  I stated "What the f$ck did i do?" I go on ahead and pull into my driveway and get out my D.L. and Insurance card.  this is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "I pulled you over because you have a tail light out.  Are you aware of that."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, sir." (but really thinking, how the hell am i supposed to know that it's out?).&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Is this where you live?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes." (but really thinking, no asshole i pulled into some random persons driveway for the hell of it.)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Where are you coming from?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Work."&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Where you looking for someone over at the apartments?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I was taking someone home from work"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Oh, okay, so you were just dropping them off?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yup." (really thinking, are you deaf? Did I not just say that?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "I'll be right back.  Sit tight."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he is running my crap through the system.  I am now in my driveway with 3 cop cars surrounding my house.  What the hell?  Did they really think i was there to buy crack? OH MY GOD, They think I just bought Crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Well you need to get that fixed" (pointing to the tail light)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay, I will tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cop: "Have a nice night."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the whole thing is, is this cop was the cop that ever so slowly drove by as i was dropping the guy off from work.  I think he was running my license plate then.  I didn't notice he was following me until I pulled into my drive way.  I never saw him behind me until just then.  You should of seen the look of disappointment on his face when what I heard over his radio "negative" came across.  He wanted me to have something on me a warrant or whatever.  They were "watching" me.  ME!!! Yes ME!!! OMG!  Then I flashback to yesterday morning around 11 or so when I saw a cop slowly drive by my house stop his patrol car across the street.  I never thought anything of it.  Thought maybe he was just doing his job.  You know to protect and serve.  But now I believe that he stopped to check my trucks license plate and drove off.  The cops are watching me and I don't know why.  I have NEVER done anything to make them think so.  I do not have "traffic" coming in and out of my house.  Unless you call Joe and then me and the dogs "traffic".  I hate cops.   I really truly do.  You try to be nice and give a person a ride home, and then all the sudden the cops think you have crack.  OMG! I hate this town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7721211544713221136?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7721211544713221136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7721211544713221136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7721211544713221136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7721211544713221136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/04/grrrrr.html' title='GRRRRR'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6020081115934002857</id><published>2008-03-23T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:22:08.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile for a new post and i am again sorry for that. But I really havent' had much to post about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I are fantastic :) LOL.  We don't see each other alot because he does live 30minutes away and with my schedule at work and his school schedule it is sometimes hard to get together.  He has an interview at the local hospital on monday, he's a certified CNA.  I hope that he can get the job, and when/if he does I am thinking about asking him to move in. Yes move in.  I want to be able to see him everday, and this way I will know if we are really compatible or not. It's hard to know when all you do is text everday and then see each other maybe 1 time a week. Plus i need help with the bills.  I'm sliding further and further behind on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Last friday to this Friday I read a total of 6 books.  AM i crazy? NO, I just have an addiction to reading.  Once I start a book I will not put it down, and then I automatically pick up another book that I have chosen to read after the first book.  So for now I have read 6 books in 7 days.  SHEW! That's a lot of pages if you think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be worried about running out of books to read.  A girl from work gave a box and 2 grocery sakes full of books.  LOL.  SO 6 books out of that has not yet made a dent in the book collection. I really  need to get some book shelves.  Maybe I can ask my uncle to build me some :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I really like the Harliquin (sp?) Superromance novels.  There's very little romance in the books which suits me just fine.  I don't necessarily like reading every other word about two people getting it on. lol.  I do like the supsense though and the wanting the characters to get together, that's the best part.  It's like a movie.  You want them to get together and it normally doesn't happen until the end.  HEHEHE. I'm weird.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it and i guess I better go now.  I'll switch around the layout of the blog probably tomororw night, for Mememrial Day.  Since that is the next holiday coming up. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and HAPPY EASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just thought I would throw the books i have read.  Just because I really liked them! If you like reading maybe you should check these out.  If you like Romance novels that is.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bUt6RakFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yV4Q8wZPI7Y/s1600-h/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bUt6RakFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yV4Q8wZPI7Y/s400/book1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181062306537836626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one i just finished at 4 am this morning.  I loved the book, because it has all my favorite things in it.  A sister trying to save her half-siblings from an abusive stepfather.  The Sherrif Wade was well just dreamy, and he also lives on a working ranch.  Something that I have been interested in for a very long time :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVDaRakGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z8liAv-X7lU/s1600-h/book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVDaRakGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Z8liAv-X7lU/s400/book2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181062675905024098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS ONE!!!! It's in a series called 9 Months Later.  So you know that the main Character Lara who is also a K-9 Officer is pregnant, kind hints the title, but how she got pregnant and with who is the interesting part! The picture says it's a not a harlequin book, but my copy is a harlequin book. I don't know why amazon.com has it under another publishers name.  It's weird.  Maybe they are the same publisher but i don't know.  But i assure you that I have the harlequin copy.  I'm looking at it right now on my desk.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVSqRakHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JcmN6a-lXjk/s1600-h/book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVSqRakHI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JcmN6a-lXjk/s400/book3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181062937898029170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was intrigueing (sp?).  The characters are so opposite of each other you know that they wouldn't be a peferct fit.  But are they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVaqRakII/AAAAAAAAAUk/I2zD8wMsAiU/s1600-h/book4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVaqRakII/AAAAAAAAAUk/I2zD8wMsAiU/s400/book4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181063075336982658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this book because the main characters Julie and Rolf were very real.  It's like i knew them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVhKRakJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/phP0QNDHZbk/s1600-h/book5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVhKRakJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/phP0QNDHZbk/s400/book5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181063187006132370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was an excellent read, slow at first but after it started to pick up i couldn't put it down.  She is an american married to a columbian drug lord.  She has to get out but she won't get out without her son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVnKRakKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Docc5r5gOTg/s1600-h/book6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bVnKRakKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Docc5r5gOTg/s400/book6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181063290085347490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This on i picked up back when i went to college at NSU in Tahlequah.  I just recently read it.  It's really not anything special, just the insight of what her life was like before, during and after prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6020081115934002857?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6020081115934002857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6020081115934002857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6020081115934002857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6020081115934002857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R-bUt6RakFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yV4Q8wZPI7Y/s72-c/book1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-451571652198630122</id><published>2008-03-02T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:55:42.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it makes me cry everytime....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRjb8sMjYu8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRjb8sMjYu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-451571652198630122?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/451571652198630122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=451571652198630122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/451571652198630122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/451571652198630122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-it-makes-me-cry-everytime.html' title='Because it makes me cry everytime....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1592250397782801533</id><published>2008-02-27T09:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:00:54.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>very sick</title><content type='html'>I have this crap that is going around.  It's not the flu although it feels like it at times!  I have had no desire to get on the computer.  Everytime I breath to deeply i cough my freaking head off.  Once I feel better i'll post some more.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1592250397782801533?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1592250397782801533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1592250397782801533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1592250397782801533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1592250397782801533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-sick.html' title='very sick'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7631402242071542101</id><published>2008-02-18T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:11:00.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>changing the blog again :)</title><content type='html'>Just the layout LOL...dont' get all scared.  Also the play list changed to the soundtrack from the movie "Across the Universe" which I love :) hope you enjoy it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7631402242071542101?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7631402242071542101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7631402242071542101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7631402242071542101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7631402242071542101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/changing-blog-again.html' title='changing the blog again :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7541405049893417168</id><published>2008-02-14T22:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:02:19.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>So today is Valentines Day! And I actually got to spend it with someone and not just my dogs!  Joe came over tonight, he fixed me dinner :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that I took to document the evening.  (yes I'm weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UaxP-q8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/gj9iVXF3oiM/s1600-h/table1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UaxP-q8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/gj9iVXF3oiM/s400/table1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167065580882817378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suprised him with a decorated table.  He didn't even know I had a table, lol.  It is just a cardtable I only pull it out when I'm doing jigsaw puzzles or having a card game with some friends.  I think I didn't pretty damn well on this table myself!  I think maybe I should of gotten white or pink candles though, and not red ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UbP_-q8YI/AAAAAAAAATs/b0xor6qxv68/s1600-h/table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UbP_-q8YI/AAAAAAAAATs/b0xor6qxv68/s400/table2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066109163794818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our delicious meal we had.  He did a wonderful job on the steaks!!! They were so YUMMY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7Ubgv-q8ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kBSbr--FwS8/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7Ubgv-q8ZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kBSbr--FwS8/s400/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066396926603666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate we had Cheesecake!!! It was also delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UbzP-q8aI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DQLjDRffAFw/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UbzP-q8aI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DQLjDRffAFw/s400/movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167066714754183586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were competely done eating we sat down to watch this movie.  Joe bought it for us to watch.  He stated that when he went to wal-mart a couple weeks ago (or last week can't remember) that he had to get it because there was only 3 copies left on the shelf.  I didn't know this movie was going to be so popular.  It was a very good movie, we bothed enjoyed it.  But then again we both like music by the Beatles.  If you haven't seen it then you need to...it was really good.  Some parts we weird, but I think that the 60's was a really weird time for the world.  So with that said you should watch it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post pictures of the gifts he got me.  My camera's batteries died.  So i'll charge them back up and let you see what he got me :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a nice and wonderful Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7541405049893417168?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7541405049893417168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7541405049893417168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7541405049893417168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7541405049893417168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R7UaxP-q8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/gj9iVXF3oiM/s72-c/table1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2335723701236132518</id><published>2008-02-12T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:19:06.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Me and Me</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this from the beautiful Lisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Purple &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: anything containing cheese! &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: Otober&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song: Time after Time&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: Goonies  (aboslutely my favorite movie!!! The best movie eva!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: Swimming. (lettered in it in high school)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season: Fall &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day of the week: I don't have one anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Mint Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time of Day: Sleep time!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: SoSo.  I still have 3 more loads of laundry to do :( POOP!&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: Chocolate Butterfinger Blast (and i'm supposed to be on a diet?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: My nasty work clothes....&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: Dell Default&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Color: Natural &lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 10:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: My "office" &lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: It's freaking cold! My feet are frozen!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: First real best friend Diana, but I'm closer not on in location but in life with Laura.&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss: First real Kiss Eddie Petch...LOL...a whole 2 mins!! Woohoo!! &lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name: Good Gawd I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: Jeni a poodle (Pronounced Jenny)&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: Earlobes i was 6&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Crush? Well So totally not a real life crush but I was in love with Joey from New Kids on the Block.  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First CD:Salt and Peppa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: about 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: Diet pepsi like 1/2 second ago  &lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: I don't really ride in cars, so the last time i drove was to take my fat ass to sonice to get a chocolate butterfinger blast.&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss: That was friday :)&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen: Last movie I watched that was new to me was Carolina, the last HBO movie i watched was The Family Stone&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: My mommy! &lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: I don't listen to music much...so i guess Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: Nope &lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: HAHAHA yes!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: Nope.  &lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn’t Know: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing You’re Wearing: My Long Johns Silvers Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Thing You’ve Done Today: UH worked. &lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can Hear Right Now: The news from the living room&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Can’t Live Without: My family and Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Thing You Do When You’re Bored: Surf the internet, smoke, read, watch tv.  Clean house (that one only if I'm really really bored, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PLACES YOU’VE BEEN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work&lt;br /&gt;To the bank&lt;br /&gt;To The gass station&lt;br /&gt;To sonice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or White: UH black.&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cold: HOT!&lt;br /&gt;No.1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE: Get married! then in a close second have a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2335723701236132518?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2335723701236132518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2335723701236132518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2335723701236132518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2335723701236132518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-me-and-me.html' title='Me Me and Me'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8987728712056874540</id><published>2008-02-08T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:23:36.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>because i need a new hobby</title><content type='html'>I really need to have a child...really because i'm so sure you all are so sick and tired of me taking pictures of my damn self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zWWC9MOjI/AAAAAAAAATE/XnYnQ3UjY-0/s1600-h/me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zWWC9MOjI/AAAAAAAAATE/XnYnQ3UjY-0/s320/me5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164738546926107186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zVsi9MOhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/37xYjRrZexE/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zVsi9MOhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/37xYjRrZexE/s320/me3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164737833961536018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zVYy9MOgI/AAAAAAAAASs/FMruuaItG9A/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zVYy9MOgI/AAAAAAAAASs/FMruuaItG9A/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164737494659119618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zV4y9MOiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kdb_m7lVRWs/s1600-h/me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zV4y9MOiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kdb_m7lVRWs/s320/me4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164738044414933538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8987728712056874540?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8987728712056874540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8987728712056874540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8987728712056874540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8987728712056874540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-i-need-new-hobby.html' title='because i need a new hobby'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6zWWC9MOjI/AAAAAAAAATE/XnYnQ3UjY-0/s72-c/me5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5327953058025373633</id><published>2008-02-06T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:35:40.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm proud of this!!!</title><content type='html'>NOTE YOU WILL HAVE TO PAUSE THE PLAY LIST TO ACTUALLY HEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a duet with one of my most favorite people on singsnap.com tonight and i'm very proud of it because i don't sound like a cat in heat this time LOL.  I hope you all enjoy it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/b2a67023"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/b2a67023" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5327953058025373633?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5327953058025373633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5327953058025373633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5327953058025373633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5327953058025373633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-im-proud-of-this.html' title='because i&apos;m proud of this!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4775668728579884538</id><published>2008-02-02T23:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:03:25.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>I just tried to sign on to my myspace account, and um...it says that i deleted my account SO NOT TRUE!!!!!! I don't know what happened.  I signed onto it this morning before work...grrr!!!!  If this is the case then I've lost all my pictures that are on there...and i can't get some of them back because I do not have the same computer that is holding all the pictures...this really ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will explain how Joe and I met :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I met back in 2001 we both worked at Wal-Mart.  I was a cashier and I think he worked in grocery.  I liked him back then.  But I had just got out of an almost 5 year relationship and was very scared of dating ANYONE at the time.  So I never flirted back to him.  We just work "work" friends. Never talked outside of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back this summer he came in and ate at Long John Silvers.  He stated he was married and well that was that for me.  So i didn't flirt then either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right after thanksgiving he was walking from mcdonalds and i happened to be outside.  He came up to me and we started talking.  He stated that he was getting a divorce (reasons I will not disclose) and a bell rang in my head.  This next thing that I am about to say I SOOOOOOO NOT ME.  I asked for his number.  He gave it to me.  And he was on his way and I went back to work.  I texted him a couple of days later.  I told him that I have liked him since we worked at wal-mart together.  He had no idea.  We texted back and forth talked on yahoo and just decided that we should "hang out".  "Hanging Out" led to us talking over the phone, more texting, and more IMing.  Then Him coming to my house to watch movies, and now BAM we are in a relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny like last night we watched Saw 4 and Resident Evil: Extinction.  We were both saying crap to the tv and cracking each other up.  I begged for the pic that you see on here.  He so didn't want his picture taken, he hates pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me last night that he loves being with me because I make him laugh, he is comfortable around me and i make him feel loved and wanted.  I was like "awwww". I am not in love with Joe not yet.  I told him that will take me a long time.  As I have rushed myself into love before and nothing came out of it but hurt.  He so totally understands.  Now don't get the wrong idea.  He didn't say he LOVED me or that he LOVES me.  He just stated that I make him feel loved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy will so love him too :) LOL.  He goes to church every Sunday and Wednesday. That's her kinda of boy.  Me, I'm not so much into the church scene and she knows that, but I think she'll like him too :) My dad pretty  much likes anyone.  I think my dad was missed James after we broke up, lol.  I said "Dad, did u lose a friend." He said "yes, but it was good that you did what you did.  I want nothing more for you to be happy, and if you weren't happy with him then that is not how i want you spend the rest of your life." so i think he'll like Joe to.  2 of my friends already know Joe.  Laura knows him from working at wal-mart also, and my friend Amanda and her husband used to hang out with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4775668728579884538?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4775668728579884538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4775668728579884538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4775668728579884538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4775668728579884538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4793113134318997091</id><published>2008-02-01T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:35:43.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pics 4 u :)</title><content type='html'>JOE and ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6Pyy5ASBvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_mTDmUi34-4/s1600-h/joeandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6Pyy5ASBvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_mTDmUi34-4/s320/joeandme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162236554006103794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6PykZASBuI/AAAAAAAAASI/5ZOqijLKPis/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6PykZASBuI/AAAAAAAAASI/5ZOqijLKPis/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162236304898000610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4793113134318997091?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4793113134318997091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4793113134318997091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4793113134318997091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4793113134318997091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-pics-4-u.html' title='2 pics 4 u :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R6Pyy5ASBvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_mTDmUi34-4/s72-c/joeandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2173373321470247346</id><published>2008-02-01T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:30:42.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>is my day off :) We had 9 1/2 inches of snow (i think) yesterday.  So my booty is staying home, but don't you fret, i will not be alone! Joe is coming over :) We are going to watch Saw 4 YIPPEEE!!!! I will try to get some pictures today.  I'm sure he will not have a problem with some pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just wanted to give a big shout out to my Girl Lisa, and congratulate her on becoming an Auntie for the first time!!! Congratulations girl!  You will SOOOOOOO enjoy being an aunt!  You will be a great one too! Maybe you should adopt me....LOL.  Love ya girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2173373321470247346?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2173373321470247346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2173373321470247346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2173373321470247346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2173373321470247346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8431219203408652770</id><published>2008-01-27T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:05:51.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really happening?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this.  Can I actually really be in a relationship? Really me? OMG!  I can't believe I actually just may be in a relationship.  I'm just so like Awwwwww.  He's an aboslutely wondeful guy.  He's funny and makes me laugh, we have so much in common, and I mean this by almost everything.  Here are examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates vanilla ice cream.  I do too.&lt;br /&gt;He likes the movie steel magnolias (sp?).  That is one of my favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;He loves stand up comedy.  I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the hint.  WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON.  We also believe that we need to take it slow.  We are both very very scared about being in a relationship.  Since both of our last ones ended so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this.  That this man, this adorbably cute man just may be the one i've been waiting for.  Course i'm not jumping to conclusions, it's just that it's not everyday you meet a person that has the exact same intersests you do.  I'm not in love, no, not yet.  But if this continues the way it is, and we continue to keep going out i just maybe someday.  Not anytime in the near future, but someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little Junior High girl, i'm all giggly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8431219203408652770?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8431219203408652770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8431219203408652770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8431219203408652770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8431219203408652770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-this-really-happening.html' title='Is this really happening?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6115982974628099437</id><published>2008-01-23T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:48:27.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with the Public</title><content type='html'>"Ma'am our family meals do not come with shrimp.  It's fish or chicken." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say I wanted shrimp with the family meal, I WANT 24 shrimp on the side.  Fries and Corn with the family meal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am Shrimp doesn't come with the family meal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good God are you listening to me? I want 24 shrimp on the side a 12 piece family meal with fries and corn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am please pull to the window, we can help you there."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay ma'am you never told us what meat you wanted with your family meal. Fish or chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would have told you that if you would of given me a chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to talk to me like I'm 5"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive thru window slams in the womans face, and I let the high school take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so totally hate when people think they can be so bitchy to you because they think that "she only works at a fast food place, I can treat her like crap." Um...sorry charlie, no you can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6115982974628099437?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6115982974628099437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6115982974628099437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6115982974628099437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6115982974628099437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-with-public.html' title='Working with the Public'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3104932355767293887</id><published>2008-01-19T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:17:24.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So how has everyone been doing?  Good I hope.  I'm still alive.  I just haven't really blogged much...and I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is coming up and guess who has a date? ME ME ME ME!!!! Yuppers I have a date :) I'm so happy.  I have been 'hanging out' with this guy named Joe for a couple of weeks now :)  He's so funny, he cracks me up.  I need someone to crack me up, it feels good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed the blog around to fit Valentines day.  I hope you all like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty tired i think i'm gonna go watch some television and then hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to come back and post more later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3104932355767293887?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3104932355767293887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3104932355767293887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3104932355767293887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3104932355767293887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/01/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8708020375112687807</id><published>2008-01-03T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:06:34.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay lash me with a wet noodle.  I'm sorry I just up and left.  I haven't felt like posting anything, and really don't have anything in importance to post.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years MeMe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?  Worked at a nursing home, a bank, and a fast food restruant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?  NO i still smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?  Many, in my own mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?  Have a man of my own.  To fall in love again.  Which just may happened.  Yes this girl is seeing a guy!! His name is Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?  July 4th, when the flood happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?  Finding a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?  Sleeping with a jerk off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?  Um......my webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? i have no freaking clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? My own.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?  Freaking bills!!! GRRR!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?  Finding a man!!! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?  Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:? a) happier or sadder? ?b) thinner or fatter? ?c) richer or poorer?  a. In between b. Fatter. C. Poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?  Save money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?  Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?  With my lovely family!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2007?  Not love...no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?  America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?  I don't hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read?  If I Only Knew Then..Amy Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?  Crazy Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get?  A man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get?  To win the lottery.  SNIFF SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?  Knocked Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?  Absolutely postitively nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?  Hmmm..that's hard...winning the Lottery i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?  Flannel Sleep pants every single day...no wonder i'm fatter, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane? Sane? I'm not sane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?  Seth Rogen (i know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?  I so totally do not do that thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?  My grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?  Dee Dee (although she wasn't new, just reaqqainted sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.  Men will say anything to get into your pants.  You'd think I would of learned that by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do songs :P And crazy bitch would not be at all me!!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8708020375112687807?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8708020375112687807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8708020375112687807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8708020375112687807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8708020375112687807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2167222541006264210</id><published>2007-12-13T13:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:55:40.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics for you :)</title><content type='html'>I got really bored last night fixed my  hair and put my makeup on. Which is very unusual for me LOL.  But since i've done my eye brows i feel more comfortable with pictures :) And yes i did those puppies myself, and it hurt alot LOL.  But i am going to keep them up...no sense in putting myself in extreme pain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R2GNUZcdSKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3sMNKdmmPsk/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R2GNUZcdSKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3sMNKdmmPsk/s400/christmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143547631000963234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R2GNHpcdSJI/AAAAAAAAARI/3_fueQY0ekY/s1600-h/black+and+white+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R2GNHpcdSJI/AAAAAAAAARI/3_fueQY0ekY/s400/black+and+white+christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143547411957631122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2167222541006264210?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2167222541006264210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2167222541006264210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2167222541006264210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2167222541006264210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-pics-for-you.html' title='Some pics for you :)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R2GNUZcdSKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3sMNKdmmPsk/s72-c/christmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4912142865503938834</id><published>2007-12-09T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:40:39.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brr...It's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>So we are in a ice storm warning, and have been since late last night.  It's freaking cold outside.  I have some pictures I took this morning, and here they are :) Hope you enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjEJcdSAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ums2_W1tH0I/s1600-h/100_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjEJcdSAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ums2_W1tH0I/s320/100_2224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142164166200346626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in my alley by my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjXJcdSBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jeXXd6nT-dk/s1600-h/100_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjXJcdSBI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jeXXd6nT-dk/s320/100_2225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142164492617861138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the school across the street.  This school is going to be a church! I think that is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjrJcdSCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F7AF05bI9lc/s1600-h/100_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjrJcdSCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F7AF05bI9lc/s320/100_2226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142164836215244834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tree across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yj_ZcdSDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qCzEudPfEmM/s1600-h/100_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yj_ZcdSDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qCzEudPfEmM/s320/100_2227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142165184107595826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the branch that fell off the tree right before I took the first picture of this tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ykpZcdSEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fYMpHAYnWZU/s1600-h/100_2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ykpZcdSEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fYMpHAYnWZU/s320/100_2229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142165905662101570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ice (no duh right?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ylW5cdSGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nvMLuwTPzQA/s1600-h/100_2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ylW5cdSGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nvMLuwTPzQA/s320/100_2231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142166687346149474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me standing under a couple of iced over trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ice pictures, the following are of Katie who likes to watch the bathwater run down the tub after I get out, and sometimes she likes to drink it (gross I know).  Um...I think she got a little to close for comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ylzpcdSHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZMtsQzG0zqI/s1600-h/100_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1ylzpcdSHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZMtsQzG0zqI/s320/100_2220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142167181267388530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yl8ZcdSII/AAAAAAAAARA/V7F1RJza_Mg/s1600-h/100_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yl8ZcdSII/AAAAAAAAARA/V7F1RJza_Mg/s320/100_2223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142167331591243906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey woman put down the damn camera, and get me out of here!!! SHEESH!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4912142865503938834?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4912142865503938834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4912142865503938834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4912142865503938834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4912142865503938834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/12/brrits-cold-outside.html' title='Brr...It&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/R1yjEJcdSAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Ums2_W1tH0I/s72-c/100_2224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5417444177107929829</id><published>2007-12-04T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:14:52.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and Crackheads</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my birthday, and I am no officially 28 years old.  I can tell you 28 feels no different then 27, lol.  How did I spend the day off? I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!  I think I slept most of the day, lmao.  But that is exactly what I needed after the stupid ass weekend I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the Crackhead story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaving for work and went outside and this woman, who i think was higher than a kite, came up to me and said "Hey this is really embarrasing but I just started my period and I won't be able to make it home, do you have a pad?" I said "All i have are tampons." And she said "That's okay" so I went up and when I got up to the top of the stairs she asked if she could come in and use the restroom, hell to the f'ing no. "No, my dogs will attack you since they don't know you." that was the biggest lie, anyone who knows my dogs know that they will just lick you to death. I came back down with 2 tampons and gave them to her and she was off on her way, to my  neighbors house.  I think that maybe the "period story" was an excuse to scope out houses to rob.  I'm not a freaking idiot, and no I was not born yesterday (although it was my birthday LOL). It's the time of year were people will walk around look into others peopls cars houses and what not to steal things.  COME ON CRACKHEADED LADY!!! Pfftt..I have no idea if she got into my neighbors house or not, I do not know if they were home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5417444177107929829?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5417444177107929829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5417444177107929829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5417444177107929829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5417444177107929829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-and-crackheads.html' title='Birthday and Crackheads'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6760090560531022649</id><published>2007-12-02T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:02:18.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane....</title><content type='html'>I have the most dramatic last 24 hours of my life.  If I wasn't living it I would of thought it all belonged in a soap opera.  OH MY LORD.  So here is what the heck happened.  And this will go into some personal information...i just need to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chilling yesterday, watching Veronica Mars Season 2 (absolutely love that show) when I get a text from N, that he and his girlfriend broke up.  I really didn't think this was different from the other 3 times that they broke up in the past month, so I text back "Oh Really" and he was like "I'm on my way to you." I'm going great.  Just like the last time.  But before he can get here he runs out of gas and has no money, so I put gas in my own truck drive the 45 minutes to where we was put 34 bucks of gas in his car, and he follows me home.  I made him sit on the couch and explain to me what happened.  They had a huge fight blah blah blah.  I asked him if it was truly over with them and he said yes.  I want to be with you.  Okay, that brought my ears to attention.  I asked him "This is not like last time is it?" (meaning the 2 1/2 years ago with a different girl), and he said "NO, it's truly over." I'm thinking, oh my gosh!! THis is really going to happen for me.  We spend the night talking, and then went to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up and go to work this morning at 8 he left to go back to make sure she had moved her crap out of his house.  I texted him tonight after work and said "Whatcha Doing?" and he said "We are christmas shopping." HOLD THE FUCK UP, WHO THE HELL IS WE?!?! I'm pissed beyond belief, knowing good and well who the "WE" was. I'm pissed pissed pissed.  I start to cry.  How did I allow myself to get hurt by this man again?! How?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His story is "they talked it out, and had a really good time today with each other. They spent her money, because he had no money (which is one of the reasons i was pissed because I FILLED UP HIS TANK), and they want to see if this "relationship" works." SO here I am the fool again this being the 2nd time believing that he is leaving a girlfriend that he can not stand to be with me, and foolishly give into him.  HOW STUPID CAN A GIRL BE?!?! But yet I did it not only 1 time but now 2 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better now, i have cooled off, he is sending me the 64 dollars that I really could not afford (overdrafted my account to be exact)to me.  Which I think is the least he could do.  He called me and said "i'm sorry Susan, truly I am.  I feel that i used you." And I said "Yes you did use me but I'm the stupid one to let it happend twice."  and I went on to say "N^^^, this has to stop, this is only going to tear me apart.  I will not stand here and let this happened a third time.  I will be your friend, but that is it.  I do not want to hear if you two fight or if you are leaving her, or visa versa.  I am a friend from now on.  I have to move on with my own life, and not hope that one day we will be together, because plainly I can see that will not ever happen. Do not contact me for awhile, I need time.  I need to figure out where my life is going, what I am going to do.  I will contact you when I  have forgotten how much I have loved you and will face the fact that I will never be with you." This hurt him to hear, well sorry charlie, you have hurt me not only 1 time but now 2 times, there will not be a 3rd time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe I trusted him enough to actually be with him last night.  I believed every DAMN word he told me.  I was like a nieve 16 year old girl, I ate it all up. I need to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.  I do not sleep with ever Tom, Dick or Harry, and what hurts me is he knows this.  I chose who I want to be with very very carefully.  But it always seems to end up in hurt.  I just want to go back in time to this time last night and slap myself silly and say "WAKE UP STUPID!!! WAKE UP!"  But I can't, all I can do is go on from here.  There is a man out there for me, and by God I'm am going to start looking for him.  Forget this sitting at home shit and watching tv all the damn time.  SUSAN NEEDS A LIFE, A GOOD LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why this would make a good soap opera?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6760090560531022649?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6760090560531022649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6760090560531022649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6760090560531022649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6760090560531022649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/12/insane.html' title='Insane....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2046487919257312530</id><published>2007-12-01T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:41:07.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season:)</title><content type='html'>I stole this one from Lisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/strong&gt; I normally wrap my presents, I love wrapping, call me strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Real tree or artificial?&lt;/strong&gt; I am allergic to real ones.  I have what you call a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.  LOL. It's a little pathetic looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;When do you put up the tree?&lt;/strong&gt; It's always been a tradition in my family to put it up the day after thanksgiving.  But this year I didn't put it up until this past wednesday.  It was something we did to celebrate my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;When do you take the tree down?&lt;/strong&gt; Normally after the new year.  But last year it was up until Feb.  I love christmas, and I love all the decorations that go with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yes, but 1/2 gallon of it goes a long way for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; That's hard.  Probably my doll house my grandfather built, and made furniture to go in it.  I was not able to take it from my parents house when it moved.  Mice made it their home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes a very small one.  I got it at wal-mart my first christmas in my own home :) It sits on my entertainment center :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; My picky brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/strong&gt; My dad and mom :) They get the same thing year after year.  It's what they want so I get it for them.  Hankerchiefs for dad and dish towels for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;/strong&gt; I like all my gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Mail or e-mail Christmas cards?&lt;/strong&gt; When i get around to it, snail mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt; With out a doubt A Christmas Story "You'll shoot your eye out kid." HAHAHAHA.  I just watched that thursday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; Normally right before christmas eve.  This year I'm only have enough money to get my parents, and a few friends things.  I'm very very poor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I have, never something I got from somebody else, something my mom got from someone else, LOL.  She'd say would so and so like this? And I said YES!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; Sugar Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Clear lights or colored on the tree?&lt;/strong&gt; Clear, I just think it's more elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt; Silent Night, Away in a manger, and Do you hear what I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Travel for Christmas or stay at home?&lt;/strong&gt; All my family lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Can you name all of Santa’s reindeers?&lt;/strong&gt; Yuppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/strong&gt; It has always been an Angel.  Even on my own tree. Traditions are hard to get away from LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/strong&gt; We always do it christmas eve.  I'm very bored on christmas day now.  As I don't get any toys anymore, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/strong&gt; How people can be so rude and bitchy!! GOOD GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;What I love most about Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; Every single thing!!!! Except the attitudes LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2046487919257312530?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2046487919257312530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2046487919257312530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2046487919257312530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2046487919257312530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season:)'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-615228974403432431</id><published>2007-11-21T01:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:41:14.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let you decide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TW6JTiHfz4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TW6JTiHfz4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-615228974403432431?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/615228974403432431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=615228974403432431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/615228974403432431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/615228974403432431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-let-you-decide.html' title='I&apos;ll let you decide...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8331351389091514642</id><published>2007-11-19T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:22:24.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, another one in the span of 15 mintues</title><content type='html'>what the hell is up with that?!?! LMAO.  I'm in a bloggin mood today, and I have no idea why. But, all in and all that's good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all today was the DAY FROM HELL, literally. Our walk in cooler at work died this weekend, I called the elecrticians today, and they got it up and working.  So that was great, dandy and all that jazz. Then later on in the day I was back in the office trying to print crap out and the printer kept eating the paper.  So I messed with that for about 20 minutes until I got so frustrated to the point I almost picked up the piece of shit and threw it out the window.  I asked the other manager who was there to take over on that so I could go and smoke to calm myself down.  Well she couldn't get it fixed either, it just died.  Why is everything dying now?!?! THen I was sitting in the office doing something (cant remember) and I dropped everything off the desk onto the floor.  I screamed "WTF?!!?" and my co-worker said that I looked like i was going to blow the place up, and i said "if I could right now I would." Thank god I left at 5pm and I have 3 days off :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things, I'm in love with Nate, and I know I shouldn't be, and I know that there will probably be no way in hell that we will ever be together, but that doesn't stop a person from loving someone.  I can't believe he is going to give this bitch a second chance.  And yes bitch is correct.  I don't know her, but she is a bitch.  She to me and the rest of the people I talk to think that she is only using him for his money and a father figure to her 2 month old daughter.  Yes he was there for the birth, he got with her when she was 5 months pregnant. I don't understand!! Here I am wanting him for him, and he knows this, but he loves that baby.  DUDE it's not your baby!!! I don't understand. Like saturday she threw a fit because he had no money left after spending about 800 bucks on her and the baby the weekend before, to get her a birthday gift guess her birthday is tomorrow.  Um HELLO he just shelled out 800 buckaroos on nothing for you?!?! And you expect to have a present?!? That's selfish if you ask me.  She's 25 but acts very much like a 15 year old. That is crap a 15 year old would pull with their boyfriend, not a woman who has a child.  I don't understand.  I WISH I DID THOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is very upset and I think it's because I am all nervous and crap.  I hate being nervous.  I get all gassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I wanted to say.  Have a nice thanksgiving :) and just maybe I'll have pics for you, no promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8331351389091514642?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8331351389091514642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8331351389091514642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8331351389091514642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8331351389091514642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-another-one-in-span-of-15-mintues.html' title='Yes, another one in the span of 15 mintues'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7491676648332130369</id><published>2007-11-19T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:48:19.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Lisa (and I'm sorry i can't remember how to post the link here..:()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules:&lt;br /&gt;1- link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2- share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3- tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4- let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random things about me&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in love with someone I will probably  never have.&lt;br /&gt;2. I once got my nose smashed in my bedroom door, through the crack...thanks to my dorky brother.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would absolutely die if i had to give away my doggies.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to take a bath everyday...scolding hot, where my skin turns beat red&lt;br /&gt;5. I am allergic to Shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have worked since i was 13 years old (babysitting then)&lt;br /&gt;7. I have been engaged 2 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am tagging any of you :)(if you’ve already been tagged for this, then you can just ignore this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7491676648332130369?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7491676648332130369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7491676648332130369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7491676648332130369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7491676648332130369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7956127281861822002</id><published>2007-11-16T01:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:30:43.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Playlist</title><content type='html'>I have gone back to putting music on my page :) Yeah go me..!!!! And you'll love my warped sense of musical taste....HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7956127281861822002?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7956127281861822002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7956127281861822002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7956127281861822002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7956127281861822002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-playlist.html' title='New Playlist'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6630962730112157298</id><published>2007-11-13T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:02:39.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>If Ever Youre In My Arms Again lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Ever You're In My Arms Again - Peabo Bryson&lt;br /&gt;It all came so easy&lt;br /&gt;All the loving you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared&lt;br /&gt;And I still can remember&lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender&lt;br /&gt;It told me you cared&lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Until it was gone&lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;May be too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll never end&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seen clearly&lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me&lt;br /&gt;I still love you so&lt;br /&gt;There's something between us&lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us&lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go&lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't know it&lt;br /&gt;Till my life fell apart&lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never end&lt;br /&gt;The best of romances&lt;br /&gt;Deserve second chances&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I promise now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus to fade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6630962730112157298?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6630962730112157298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6630962730112157298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6630962730112157298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6630962730112157298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3956378439121415755</id><published>2007-11-10T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:24:04.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the 2 ton woman....</title><content type='html'>Sigh...yes I know.  I have not been here for a while.  I'd say I'm sorry but there really isn't anything to be sorry for.  I have had nothing interesting in my life to blog about, other than my dogs have been farting up a storm the last week, and stinking up the house.  That to me is not really blog worthy, although, I just blogged it so lucky you I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been here because I just don't have the UMPH to write.  Nope, not at all.  I have been visiting everyone else's blogs, although not or few comments here an there.  But trust me I do know what is going on in your neck of the woods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with this blog...part of me really thinks maybe I should just end it all, and not blog anymore.  But, it's like a security blanket, I just can't give it up cold turkey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up too lately?  hmmm let's see.  I've been trying to find a second job, i need to pay off a few credit card bills before I end up way in debt.  McDonalds was my first choice but they are being bastards.  Guess they don't want to hire good help, and just want the crack heads working and stealing from them.  PFFT...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life, HAHAHAH, yeah whatever.  That to me is becoming a thorn in my ass.  I'm so totally confused, so totally in love with someone that I will probably never have.  I don't know why i do this to myself. Yes I know if he loved me like he says he does he would be with me and not "her" but I can't hope to think that one day this will actually happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I've been doing nothing but sitting on my extremely widening ass and watching tv, reading, and watching movies, and then there is that 9 hrs a day think they call work, that I seem to do also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my high school class myspace page, and came across someone that posted a pic of me on their page back in 8th grade.....Um....need I say more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RzZ1vITYptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ELxpibw4oCI/s1600-h/me200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RzZ1vITYptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ELxpibw4oCI/s320/me200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131418277978351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you all to know that I'm still breathing, alive, and kicking, sorta. Back to my chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3956378439121415755?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3956378439121415755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3956378439121415755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3956378439121415755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3956378439121415755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/11/return-of-2-ton-woman.html' title='The Return of the 2 ton woman....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RzZ1vITYptI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ELxpibw4oCI/s72-c/me200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-666990936086359566</id><published>2007-10-17T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:14:41.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party....</title><content type='html'>I will be posting pictures either late tonight or tomorrow I am going to PARRRTTAAAYYYY tonight!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-666990936086359566?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/666990936086359566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=666990936086359566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/666990936086359566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/666990936086359566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/10/party.html' title='Party....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6175829700775108109</id><published>2007-10-04T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:51:46.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants...</title><content type='html'>I have somethings I need to get off my chest.  Bare with me, I'm hormonal and PMSing....so this should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Why must people come into a dining establishment 10 minutes before close, order everything on the damn menu and then proceed to look at you while you are cleaning up around them? But yet sit there until 30 minutes after close nibbling on their meals, and chit chatting. WHY WHY WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must people call up and cuss you out for a meal that they supposedly didn't get?  Course I took it like a good manager and apologized and sent them out a free coupon for their next meal.  Knowing good and well that they got what they wanted, because I f---ing dished the sh-t and handed it out. This really doesn't make my day.  Maybe he thought he ordered something else.  I also took this a--holes order and described what came on the damn thing.  GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must you as an employee think it is your duty, and what you get paid for to stand at the front counter and look out the window, when everyone else is busting their a--es to get sh-t done?  Is it because you think you are a beautiful statue and you are gracing us with your presence?  I'm afraid to tell you this is not the case, and it just annoys the hell out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must you as an employee roll your eyes when another employee asks you to help out with the closing duties.  I know you think your only job is to hold that front counter up, but I'm here to tell you and asure you that counter will be alright for 15 minutes without you there.  Sure it may get lonely, but I think it will deal.  When I ask for help I'm not just saying "Hey I don't feel like cleaning the bathrooms I think I want you to do it." I'm actually needing the help because we were so g-d damned busy and I had to help others get caught up on their closing duties as well.  It's not like I was just standing back at the sinks watching the dishes do themselves, although that would of been awesome if that did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must you in the yellow Hummer 3 pull out in front of me, when you yourself had a damn red light.  Don't you realize I had precious cargo in the truck with me?  Sure they aren't human beins, but to me they are all I have.  You forced me to slam on my breaks and they went flying into the dash of my truck.  That's not cool a--hole.  You could of very well made me lose the 2 most precious things in my life.  I would of hunted you down, and made your life a living hell if this did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must you insist on using the bed of my truck as your own personal bed, chair, or social gathering?  Don't you know it gets really annoying cleaning  the beer cans out of the back of the truck? When I don't even drink the f---ing sh-t?  I wish I could of been up at the time of the night you were doing this, and I could of yelled at your stupid a-- to get the f--k of my truck.  This would of been the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must people tell me their most inner deeps secrets about their personal lives? Do I have a sticker on my forehead that says "Secret Keeper?" Sure I keep the secrets because I try so desperatly to get that sick sh-t out of my head and forget about the sh-t.  Sure you need someone to release all of your tensions off on, but you are damaging my mind in the process.  I'm not built with for that sh-t.  ARRGH....no not at all.  Please stop it!!! This could be one of the reasons I'm so anti-social!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why must you the crack head, scare the sh-t out of me while I'm walking towards my truck at Midnight and then proceed to ask me for a light?  Sure I have smokes in my hand but I'm not about to give you a lighter.  You scare the f---ing sh-t out of me, now you want me to give you a light? Hell f---king no.  Go on with your crack headed self. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is my rants...sure I have a hell of a lot more, but I'm sure it would take all day to write them out.  These are just what happened in the last 24 hours.  Good God I need to get out of here!!! This town is driving me crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I went a a little hike this evening, more about that tomorrow, plus more pictures, but I wanted to leave this picture for you all :)  Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwWmgUZX96I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gU-OBXgnSfU/s1600-h/leaf+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwWmgUZX96I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gU-OBXgnSfU/s320/leaf+path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117679625737598882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6175829700775108109?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6175829700775108109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6175829700775108109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6175829700775108109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6175829700775108109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/10/rants.html' title='Rants...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwWmgUZX96I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gU-OBXgnSfU/s72-c/leaf+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5412230530522640651</id><published>2007-09-30T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:29:48.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining...</title><content type='html'>it's pouring the old man was snoring, bumped his head and couldn't get up in the mornin'.  HAHAHAHA.  If you haven't guessed it it's raining like cats and dogs here...we are under a severe thunderstorm watch until 8pm tonight.  Nothing new for this area of the country.  The reason why I am bloggin is that I finally have my Halloween decorations up.  I do not have very many decorations so I worked with what I have, and here is a photo for you :)  And Yes i'm watching American's Next Top Model Cycle 6.  I'm am totally obsessed with that show, it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwAjE7JnXZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7tDucuir8aw/s1600-h/100_2073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwAjE7JnXZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7tDucuir8aw/s320/100_2073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116127744197352850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later tonight when I can get a picture of the pumpkin in my living room window veiwing it from outside :)....Have a nice Sunday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5412230530522640651?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5412230530522640651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5412230530522640651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5412230530522640651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5412230530522640651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RwAjE7JnXZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7tDucuir8aw/s72-c/100_2073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3301559683966061942</id><published>2007-09-29T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:52:49.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Saturday</title><content type='html'>and I'm at home all by myself with my two dogs.  I kind of see something wrong with that, don't you?  I have the weekend off :) THat's the plus side.  The down side is I have only done one thing on my massive list of things to get done this weekend, and that was take my truck the car wash and clean it out.  I still have TONS of stuff to do. Pfff...o'well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have not blogged much in the past weeks is there really is nothing exciting in my boring life to blog about.  I'm afraid I would brind tears to your eyes out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go over to the east side last night to take a guy home from work.  There are three major things not to do when you go to the east side and that is 1. Go after dark 2. Be White and 3. Be a girl who is white!  LOL.  It's not the greatest place in this town especially at night. When I pulled up into the parking lot I said "Damn is it Friday night at your apartment complex or what?" There was only 1 parking stall open and he said "Yeah, that right there is a crackhead, there's another, this vehicle over here belongs to a crackhead, and so does that one." I was like hmmmm...alrighty then. Well I went into his apartment to see if his girlfriend was there to chill and chat with her.  She wasn't.  So I stayed there for a bit and talked to him, and then said "Um...not that I don't trust your neighborhood, but could you walk me to my truck?" He said "I don't blame you, sure." I was scared!!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really the only story I have to tell....yeah, I'm SOOOO interesting these days huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3301559683966061942?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3301559683966061942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3301559683966061942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3301559683966061942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3301559683966061942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-another-saturday.html' title='Just another Saturday'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5701674328783694779</id><published>2007-09-24T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:25:50.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new photos</title><content type='html'>Of me.  Because I never 1. Straighten my hair. 2. Wear makeup (because I'm allergic to all of it).  So here you go :) I have posted a slide show for you :) Along with a song :) In the one of my eyes I just noticed that I have freckles...hmmm...i have never noticed them before...strange...&lt;br /&gt;I have different ones over on my myspace page....here's the link...just copy this link and put it in your browser :)   http://www.myspace.com/bored_in_kansas  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LONGER AVAILABLE......SORRY I will update the slide show without the song in a few days (REVISED on 11/15/07).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5701674328783694779?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5701674328783694779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5701674328783694779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5701674328783694779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5701674328783694779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-new-photos.html' title='Some new photos'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2034296427876820028</id><published>2007-09-20T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:26:43.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>SOrry for the gap inbetween posts this week.  It's been a crazy week, and today I have the day off :)  FINALLY!!! Well I had last friday and saturday off, but that seems like years ago!  I'm off again on monday, but not pulling a big weekend first.  2 other managers asked off for the weekend, leaving just me and another manager to run the store, fun stuff man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text N this morning telling him that I don't want to lose our friendship.  I haven't heard back from the nimwhit.  O'well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning I went to get an Iced Coffee From McDonalds, like I do every morning, because I'm addicted to it.  And like every morning I take the pups with me.  It's crazy driving with 2 dogs who are fighting each other to get on my lap to look out the window...when they could just look out the passenger window.  I'll never get that.  Usually when we pull up to pay for the coffee, they hand me 2 dog treats for the both of them.  Well they both have been adjusted to this.  Mommy gets something and so do the "babies". Katie took a leap from the passenger side of the truck into my lap, wagging her tail, I swear it was going to fall off.  Looking at the cashier like "mine? mine? mine?!?!" and she (the cashier) said to me "I'm sorry I don't have any treats today." I said "Oh...well that's okay, but they might not thank so."  So as we drove from the first window to the second window, Katie barked at the brick wall as if she was saying "Look here you bitch (to the cashier) where the hell is my treat?" She sluggishly goes back to the passenger seat.  I sit there waiting for my Coffee, guess they were busy.  And when the window opens up Katie again takes a leap into my lap.  Giving this different Cashier the same, "Mine? Mine? Mine?!?" look.  I get my coffee and drive off.  She turns to me and barks.  I said "Bad little doggies who don't sit in their seat don't get treats".  She jumped back into her seat and sat down and looked at me again and barked.  My dog is so smart. She got a treat when we got home.  Jade didn't know what the hell was going on...she's my "slow" dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2034296427876820028?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2034296427876820028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2034296427876820028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2034296427876820028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2034296427876820028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8672860086127639943</id><published>2007-09-15T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:41:19.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>So, today is Saturday.  It was very chilly here, around 59 degrees at noon, it's been rainy and drizzly all day.  Kinda like my mood.  I don't understand I had such a great night thursday night and a great day yesterday, but today, not so great.  I'm blaming it on the weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I went to the Casino in Bartlesville with my ex sister in law, lost my money but had a great damn time doing so.  Yesterday I went back down to Bartlesville and met up with my best friend Laura.  We went and ate at Quiznos where I we both had the brocoli cheese soup bread bowl, it wasn't that great.  We then went to the movies and saw Halloween, which I liked that movie a lot.  There was a girl that Played the character Annie, an through out the whole time I kept thinking to myself, that girl looks familar.  Well when the credits rolled it was Danelle (sp?) Harris, she was in Halloween 4, played Michael Meyers niece.  I thought that was her, but wasn't for sure.  It was weird because she was playing a teenager and she is not that much younger than me.  Oh well.  She looked a little bit different in the movie then I'm used too, and I loved her hair cut.   After the movie Laura and I went back to her house and watched the movie Georgia Rule, I love this movie as well.  I rented it Wednesday night, and watched it then and kept it over from when it was due to show Laura.  She said she liked it, I hope she just didn't say that to make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well today consisted of me watching TV in the living room to going to bed.  I slept most of the day away, and to tell you the truth I could probably go back to sleep.  I get these highs and lows...where for a long long stretch I have pretty much a good day, then BAM, i'm very sluggish, don't want to do anything, and just wish the world away.  I'm sure everyone has those days.  But those type of days used to be far and inbetween, but now they are getting to be more and more of a constant.  It kinda sucks really, i hate feeling like this.  I want to feel like I did yesterday and thursday night, and I don't know how to go about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8672860086127639943?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8672860086127639943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8672860086127639943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8672860086127639943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8672860086127639943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5543517674586717027</id><published>2007-09-13T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:32:48.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The get away bike....</title><content type='html'>Police searching for Taco Mayo bandito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeyville Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassie Johnson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coffeyville Police Department are currently searching for a suspect involved in an armed robbery at Taco Mayo at 12:46 a.m. Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law enforcement officers were dispatched to Taco Mayo when a report of a man wielding a knife approached a female Taco Mayo employee, who stepped outside to take out trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The man was waiting outside, and when the employee came out, he told her to take him back inside,” said Coffeyville Police Commander Mike Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She met with his demands, and after he took the money, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he left the scene on a bicycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,” said Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amount on the stolen money was not released at press time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspect was described as a white male in his early to mid 20s, around 5 feet 7 inches in height, and weighing 120-130 pounds. He left the scene in a blue hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, and a yellow and white ball cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a few leads at the moment. We’re actively working on the case,” added Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with information regarding this case should contact the detective division of the Coffeyville Police Department, 252-6197, or 252-6010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay they did 3 major no no's in the eyes of myself and the people I work with.   The are as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking out trash at 1 am &lt;br /&gt;2. Taking out trash by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking out trash through the back door (MAJOR NO NO!!! Where I work especially after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad no on was hurt, but you should never take trash out by yourself after dark!  Course by the time i heard this story (b4 the article) the knife was 2 feet in length...are knives really that big??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5543517674586717027?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5543517674586717027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5543517674586717027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5543517674586717027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5543517674586717027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-away-bike.html' title='The get away bike....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-177411273180148241</id><published>2007-09-10T23:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:35:07.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons...Buttons...More Buttons...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I get to work today and there is this new panel system for our lighting.  Yes LJS has come from the dark ages and got a new lighting system. I walk in and there is this big gray box in our storage room, with 5 green buttons and 2 red buttons.  I said "Hello Nasa." Which is funny because I guess that is what my manager said too, but I of course did not know this when I said it.  (I'll take a pic of it tomorrow).  I stand there staring at it, like a kid, trying to figure the damn thing out.  So I'm reading, which none of it makes sense to me.  My manager, whom I love, came in and explained how to do it.  I'm like cool i can do this...no prob, I have never been to bad with mechanical crap, so I can do this.  YEAH EFFING RIGHT.  So here I am at 8 o'clock trying to figure out how to turn the NEON sign on.  I push the this green button to see what it does...OOOPS...I turned the lights off in the dinning room, and yes there were customers in there.  So I go out and say..."Um...nothing is wrong here...I'm just stupid...I'll get them back on as soon as I can." So, I call my manager, whom had already gone home by then, and said "Houston we have a problem." She said get the instructions out and read them to her.  So I read them...we can't make sense out of the stupid thing.  I said "Oh wait just a second, let me try this..." I push a red button on this massive panel and BAM all lights plus the neon lights come on.  "WOOOHOOO I did it!!!" i said into the phone, she started clapping her hands.  We are weird.  She tells great job and I hang up...and go on with my shift.  IT's time to turn the lights off and go home.  Here I am again staring at this stupid thing trying to figure out what I'm supposed to push to turn them off...I push EVERYTHING....NOTHING HAPPENS....I stand there puzzled...I go back to the instruction booklet and it says "Lights will turn off in 20 minutes after hitting the button GOODBYE." OH!!!....Yes I'm a blonde....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-177411273180148241?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/177411273180148241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=177411273180148241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/177411273180148241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/177411273180148241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/buttonsbuttonsmore-buttons.html' title='Buttons...Buttons...More Buttons...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6185545484510074733</id><published>2007-09-09T20:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:08:29.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Weirdness...</title><content type='html'>Because I'm in such a weird mood I'm going to share this with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Weird things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin I'm allergice to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle Fabric Softener&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;Bee Stings&lt;br /&gt;Pollen&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Make up, yes all of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have tried in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Goth&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;The Rip Cord at Worlds of Fun&lt;br /&gt;Internet Dating&lt;br /&gt;Dieting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that get on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;br /&gt;Children (not all)&lt;br /&gt;Community National Bank (where I used to work)&lt;br /&gt;Katie Couric&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trump&lt;br /&gt;Men&lt;br /&gt;My hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bad Habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking&lt;br /&gt;Picking my nose&lt;br /&gt;Farting&lt;br /&gt;Burping&lt;br /&gt;not fixing my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;Soups&lt;br /&gt;Doritos&lt;br /&gt;Mexican&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Bears (not a real food)&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Worms&lt;br /&gt;anything that has the word Gummy in front of it i'm game.&lt;br /&gt;Pickle Juice, but not pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cartoons (shows and strips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;The Rugrats&lt;br /&gt;The King of The Hill&lt;br /&gt;South Park&lt;br /&gt;Calvin and Hodge&lt;br /&gt;Zits&lt;br /&gt;Mutts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing Pains&lt;br /&gt;Facts of Life&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;Small Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Fraggle Rock&lt;br /&gt;Reba&lt;br /&gt;Charmed&lt;br /&gt;Side order of LIfe&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Golden Girls&lt;br /&gt;Home Improvement&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Party of FIve&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goonies&lt;br /&gt;Secret of the Nymph&lt;br /&gt;Erin Brochovich&lt;br /&gt;The Net&lt;br /&gt;Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;When a Stranger Calls&lt;br /&gt;Poisedon&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;American Tail&lt;br /&gt;Fifle Goes West&lt;br /&gt;Hugga Bunch MOvie&lt;br /&gt;Much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crush&lt;br /&gt;The Witness&lt;br /&gt;The Switch&lt;br /&gt;With Hope&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Hello, God. Are you There?...It's me Margaret&lt;br /&gt;All the Sweet Valley Twins Books&lt;br /&gt;All of the Babysitter Club Books&lt;br /&gt;All the Fear Street books&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Cut&lt;br /&gt;Go Ask Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Bands and/or Artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;ALice Cooper&lt;br /&gt;Marylnn Manson&lt;br /&gt;Evenesense&lt;br /&gt;much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I can think of...for right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6185545484510074733?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6185545484510074733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6185545484510074733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6185545484510074733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6185545484510074733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-weirdness.html' title='Random Weirdness...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7715642581758773974</id><published>2007-09-08T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:03:03.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life and blister on the nose...</title><content type='html'>Just want to say this first McDonald's Iced Vanilla Coffee is da BOMB!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on with the title.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I laugh at those words.  What love life?!?!  That's what I'm really saying.  GEEESH!  I'm almost 28 years old, and I live with 2 brat dogs, that's really the gish of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy, yes there's a guy, that I've been talking to on and off for about 4 years now.  We have never been able to get our shit together, and actually be together, it's a sad ordeal, truly it is.  Well he lives 3 hours away from me now, and lives with a girl who was pregnant before he met her, wtf? Well she had the baby this past tuesday, I know this because we have been texting back and forth.  And we've talked on the phone.  They have been together for 4 months and he gave the baby his last name? Again I repeat WTF?  He's not even happy with her, so why in the hell would you give some other mans child your last name? I dunno.  For some odd reason I'm in love with this man and always have been.  But, nothing will ever come out of it.  Sad I know.  It sucks ass, really.  I wished that we would of just put everything else in our lives on hold, and been together, he's truly funny, and I think I could live the rest of my life with this man, but yea, it's not gonna eva happen.  I can dream though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the blister on my nose.  It's still there.  It doesn't hurt as bad, but it looks absolutely horrid.  I have to work today at 3 and I'm not up for people starring at my face.  I think I'm gonna hide in the back today.  I believe it's a boil, never had one before, but I think that is what it is.  How the hell do you get rid of a boil?  It's gross let me tell you that much!!! My poor nose is swollen and stretched and all shiny and red, and then tere is this blisther  that is purplish in color, it's absolutey INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade pee'd on my couch today, after being outside!  OH I WAS ONE HOT MOMMA when I came to find out what she did.  GRRRRRR.  Why are dogs so disgusting?!?!?! I mean I don't go to their dog bed and pee in it so why do they think they can pee on my shit?!?!  It's beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read the beginning of this you will understand where this is coming from.  This is an email that I sent to this perticular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is going to be my last email to you.  I can not do this to myself again.  I can not let something come into my life, and crush me like it did the last time.  I can not compete with what is going on.  I do not have the strength.  I should of never emailed you in the first place.  It's to hard.  I love you so much, but there is nothing I can do about it.  I can't be there, I can't be with you, and it's tearing me to pieces.  There is this void in my life, and that is you.  But, you are in a place in your life that I am not.  Don't get me wrong I'm happy for you.  I'm glad that you are loving being a dad, that is great.  But, I can't begin to think what if this, and what if that.  I see now that this was nothing but a dream.  It was dream from the start 4 years ago.  You are something that I will never have, and I have to face that fact.  As hard as it will be, I'm letting you go. I can't slip back to where I was before, I can't allow that to happen.  If we were really meant to be together, we would of been together by  now.  I will always cherrish what we had.  Even though it was manly a phone/email relationship.  I have never felt this way to someone else, not even my ex fiance.  I was holding out for the one thing I could not get.  And that is the fact I have to face.  I have to move on from this moment.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're last text to me made me realize that.  "You will always be a great friend." I'm glad that is the case.  But a friend is not what I want to be.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will pick myself up and go on.  I will miss you and remember I will always love you.  But this has to stop and end right now.  I will not allow my heart to be ripped to pieces again.  I will not try to compete with a girl and her child, that is something I will never win.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Susan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. If start to see yourself being unhappy, remember I am here.  I just can not right now face the fact I can't have you.  Please if you ever do need anything I don't want you to think you can't pick up the phone and call, because I will be there, just right now I can't, or I won't.  I just wish that I could of changed the past, but you can't change the past only the present and future.  You sadly will not be in my future, i can see that.  I will be your friend.  But, right now I need my space...I need time to think,  I need to get on with my own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7715642581758773974?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7715642581758773974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7715642581758773974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7715642581758773974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7715642581758773974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-life-and-blister-on-nose.html' title='Love Life and blister on the nose...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4210061818886477666</id><published>2007-09-07T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:58:14.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step back in time...</title><content type='html'>(my next post will be about my love life.....ewwww I bet you can't wait.....it's not all that exciting let me tell ya....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have scanned some old photos, because I felt like blogging and posting memories that i have, and thought I would share them with you :o) aren't you the lucky one?!?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first are of Diana (i miss her bunches, I need to plan a trip to see her in Oregon) and I.  The first 2 we were being goofy and posing for pictures, like we were getting our pictures taken at a professional studio or something.  And the 3rd on was a school program when we were in the 3rd or 4th grade can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSf_SelXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vaVMUhtBMbQ/s1600-h/diana+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSf_SelXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vaVMUhtBMbQ/s320/diana+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107524530677388658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSn_SelYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kS12VTdtv1g/s1600-h/diana+and+1+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSn_SelYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kS12VTdtv1g/s320/diana+and+1+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107524668116342146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSwvSelZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uktPDqkZVvU/s1600-h/diana+and+1+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSwvSelZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uktPDqkZVvU/s320/diana+and+1+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107524818440197522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was my very first school dance, in the 6th grade, the theme was the 50's.  The guy I am with name was Nick, he lived down the block from me.  We were "boyfriend and girlfriend" which we all know that really doesn't mean much when you are both only 11 years old. LOL.  It's not like we were aloud to go on dates or something, lol.  The dog in the picture was JoJo.  She had to be in every picture that was ever taken when she was inside the house.  Stinker dog!!!! But I sure do miss her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGTsvSelaI/AAAAAAAAANA/20ae8vjq1lc/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGTsvSelaI/AAAAAAAAANA/20ae8vjq1lc/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107525849232348578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am riding a horse at Seqouyah State Park in Tahlequah, Oklahoma.  I was 15 years old, and look at those skinny arms!!! I have 3 of those arms now!!! GEESH.  Oh, Laura was with me too, I have a pic of her riding a horse also, just don't know if she wants me to post it up on here or not.  But i believe my horse or her horse (can't remember which) was trying to do the nasty with the other horse, and she was forced to go to the front of the line, LOL.  It was crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGUQ_SelbI/AAAAAAAAANI/q9mgXeis_To/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGUQ_SelbI/AAAAAAAAANI/q9mgXeis_To/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107526472002606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first Softball game ever.  I remember being really nervous.  ANd see I didn't even know how to do my stance...what a goober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGUrPSelcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gh4K4JsxXSE/s1600-h/softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGUrPSelcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gh4K4JsxXSE/s320/softball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107526922974172610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a Girlie Girl.  I insisted that I dress up in dresses to go to school, have my hair fixed a certain way, and loved my barbie dolls.  The key word was ONCE.  I have not worn a dress in like EVER and a day.  And I could care less if my hair is fixed or not....I guess you could call me lazy.  LOL.  This is my 7th birthday, I was in the 2nd grade, and I just got that house for my birthday.  You've got to love the 80's nightgowns LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGVRvSeldI/AAAAAAAAANY/P-U23_Ev7Vg/s1600-h/girly+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGVRvSeldI/AAAAAAAAANY/P-U23_Ev7Vg/s320/girly+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107527584399136210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2003 we had a bunch of snow, this is of my parents now "old" house and the snow.  Since they don't live there anymore I guess it's okay to post pictures on the net of their "old" house.  I love this picture.  The house is red brick, but I turned the picture black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGVsPSeleI/AAAAAAAAANg/eSwvy4nPvX8/s1600-h/snow+2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGVsPSeleI/AAAAAAAAANg/eSwvy4nPvX8/s320/snow+2002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107528039665669602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with the whole "Famdamily" on mine and my cousin's high school graduation.  We are the two sitting in the chairs and everyone is standing around us. This is a poloraid picture so the quality isn't that great. THis was almost 10 years ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGWGfSelfI/AAAAAAAAANo/JO5TTGomw0o/s1600-h/famdamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGWGfSelfI/AAAAAAAAANo/JO5TTGomw0o/s320/famdamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107528490637235698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me in my cast.  I broke my arm in 4 places when I was 5 and in kindergarten. 2 places in the wrist and 2 places in my elbow (basically broke elbow in half).  Had to have emergency surgery and pins put in my arm, they are out now.  The girl in the picture of me was my friend up until the 6th grade, then somehow we weren't friends anymore?!?!?!  I still talk to her once and a while, but not very often. You've got to love the upholstry in the 80's REALLY gots to love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGWyvSelgI/AAAAAAAAANw/cwz8HHjYy8c/s1600-h/susan+and+shelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGWyvSelgI/AAAAAAAAANw/cwz8HHjYy8c/s320/susan+and+shelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107529250846447106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year when I was a kid we went to Worlds of Fun.  This is of me and my family there in front of the foutain by the enterance.  This will probably be the only time I post a picture of my family.  They aren't really into posting their pictures on the internet, hmmm...wonder why?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGXQvSelhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LbbxEiezF74/s1600-h/worlds+of+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGXQvSelhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LbbxEiezF74/s320/worlds+of+fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107529766242522642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of me in a bikini...yup i used to wear bikini's LOL.  Right after this picture was taken, my cousin, the one on the board, kicked me in the eye, and I had to sit on the swing with a bag of frozen peas on my face for the rest of the afternoon.  She didn't mean to, she didn't know I was behind her.  She cried when I cried, she felt so bad.  I forgave her, and told her "Don't be silly, you didn't mean to." And gave her a hug. She cried harder then I did!!! Poor thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGYQfSeljI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8ip6nkjMOW4/s1600-h/bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGYQfSeljI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8ip6nkjMOW4/s320/bikini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107530861459183154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, this is me being stupid in one of those photo booths in the bartlesville mall.  I was 16 or 17 not for sure.  I think I was there with my boyfriend at the time and Laura, but not positive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGXqvSeliI/AAAAAAAAAOA/StrEK30SpMs/s1600-h/me+goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGXqvSeliI/AAAAAAAAAOA/StrEK30SpMs/s320/me+goofy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107530212919121442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it.  Hope you enjoyed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4210061818886477666?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4210061818886477666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4210061818886477666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4210061818886477666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4210061818886477666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/step-back-in-time.html' title='Step back in time...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RuGSf_SelXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vaVMUhtBMbQ/s72-c/diana+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5249786147394287217</id><published>2007-09-04T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:50:25.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I do this to myself?</title><content type='html'>Okay um...why do I insist on looking up spider info on the net?!? WHY WHY WHY??!! Now i feel like I have millions of spiders on me.   GEEESH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to say...lol...i have to go clean now...yippe skippy for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5249786147394287217?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5249786147394287217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5249786147394287217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5249786147394287217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5249786147394287217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-i-do-this-to-myself.html' title='Why do I do this to myself?'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7467730905746625347</id><published>2007-09-03T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:57:43.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww Memories</title><content type='html'>Man I am browsing You Tube, and I came across some clips of my all time favorite shows from when I was a kid.  I will list them (Laura you will know some of these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraggle Rock (which my dear bestest friend Laura bought me season 1 on dvd)&lt;br /&gt;Kids Incorporated&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3 Contact&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Do That On Television&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Small Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Today's Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe first 3 our ones that I used to race my brother to the TV.  I didn't know time back then, but somehow I knew the shows were on at that time.  Oh memories........sweet loveable memoriess....to be 4 again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7467730905746625347?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7467730905746625347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7467730905746625347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7467730905746625347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7467730905746625347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/awwww-memories.html' title='Awwww Memories'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3454745336310616913</id><published>2007-09-03T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:51:38.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Labor Day...</title><content type='html'>and I have to work :( O'well I have Tuesday, Thursday and Friday off :)  So I'm happy.  I worked a whole 2 hrs this morning, and Have to go back to work at 5.  Split shifts suck, but o'well, someone's got to do them right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pussy blister on my nose again?!?!!?!? WHY!?!?!?! I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOthing much more to report, my love life is of the non existant, as usual.  I guess I'll post more when I have more to post about.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3454745336310616913?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3454745336310616913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3454745336310616913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3454745336310616913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3454745336310616913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-labor-day.html' title='It&apos;s Labor Day...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5883871071874233985</id><published>2007-09-01T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:39:55.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Very late...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, it's 2:33 in the morning, and I have not been to bed yet.  I got home from work around 11:15, sat on line for a bit, then took a shower, and started watching my Reba Series 3 dis 3, and remember that my mom gave me a movie that she rented from blockbuster.  I was not all that thrilled about watching the movie, really not my type of movie.  I don't really watch the two actors that play the lead roles in this movie, so I almost forgot about it.  I was walking towards the kitchen around 12:30 and say it sitting on the floor next to my purse.  I looked down and thought "Hmmm...maybe I should give it a try".  Besides my mom said it was an excellent movie.  But, of course, my mom and I have very different tastes in movies.  I popped it into the DVD player and by within 40 minutes I was glued to the tv, wanting, no, needing to know what the hell happened.  What's gonna happen next. I hate movies like this, but all at the same time I love them.  I love the suspense part of it.  OH YES IT'S VERY SUSPENSEFUL!!  Movies like this is why I earn to actually sit down and write a novel, and no not just dabble in writing (Barngoddess I didn't not forget the With Darkness there is Light, Jade at the last chapter I wrote.  I will get it up for you within the next week) but actually write.  I love writing, it's theraputic in away.  You can pour out your most inner deep secrets or fears into characters, so anyways.  I loved the movie....and I will not keep you in suspense any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtkXFPSelWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bRqL0sPYKqg/s1600-h/perfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtkXFPSelWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bRqL0sPYKqg/s320/perfect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105137031371986274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can you should rent this movie.....it will so totally keep you in suspense!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5883871071874233985?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5883871071874233985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5883871071874233985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5883871071874233985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5883871071874233985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-very-late.html' title='Up Very late...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtkXFPSelWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bRqL0sPYKqg/s72-c/perfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6991808339922010895</id><published>2007-08-30T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:40:20.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Up?!?!</title><content type='html'>The first installment of my video blog...we'll see if this will work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/videoblog.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....um I have a water leak in my bathtub.  I've called and called my landlord to let them know this, and they keep forgetting, well now it's leaking in the garage.  I hope that they come today and see if they can't fix it or at least turn of the water to the bathroom.  I can take showers at friends or parents house, but the wall behind the faucet of the tub is expanding I'm afraid that there is water behind the wall, NOT GOOD NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!!  I cleaned my house :) YIPPEE I'm so proud of myself I've been cleaning my house every week now...it makes me feel good :)  DOing laundry too, more then 1 time aweek YIPPEE!!! Good me!!!  Other than that nothing much to post about...hope you like the video blog...and I hope everyone can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  The bathtub is now leak free!!! And i have a new faucet and now my shower head works :) I have been without a hand held shower head for over 1 1/2 :) I was getting really tired of ducking my head down in the water to get the soap out of my hair!!! YIPPEE!!! I'm so happy, you'd think I won the lottery!! (i wish i did win the lottery!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6991808339922010895?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6991808339922010895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6991808339922010895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6991808339922010895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6991808339922010895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/hip-up.html' title='Hip Up?!?!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1256804334954529050</id><published>2007-08-25T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:15:52.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun...</title><content type='html'>I'll have pictures up of the new furniture today I PROMISE!!  I had a freaking blast last night!! I had a couple of friends over that I work with last night.  We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and laughed our asses off!!! It was a blast.  I took them back home around midnight, we had a blast.  And we weren't drunk.  I mean you can have fun without being drunk?!?! Who ever thunk it?!?!  Here I'm gonna leave you with a couple of videos so you can laugh along with me :) Have a nice day everyone and later this evening I will post those pictures I promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/TimeWarp-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/DamnitJanet.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURNITURE PICTURES (SEE I KEPT MY PROMISE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvXfSelRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Md5rd3BRSB0/s1600-h/100_1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvXfSelRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Md5rd3BRSB0/s320/100_1909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102841564625802514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvkfSelSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BEAKlh4w3D0/s1600-h/100_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvkfSelSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/BEAKlh4w3D0/s320/100_1910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102841787964101922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvv_SelTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lnz3tSxqfsM/s1600-h/100_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvv_SelTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lnz3tSxqfsM/s320/100_1911.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102841985532597554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDv-fSelUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VTrqjWUJh08/s1600-h/100_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDv-fSelUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VTrqjWUJh08/s320/100_1912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842234640700738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDwJvSelVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JVo3HF4G91c/s1600-h/100_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDwJvSelVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JVo3HF4G91c/s320/100_1913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842427914229074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1256804334954529050?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1256804334954529050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1256804334954529050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1256804334954529050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1256804334954529050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RtDvXfSelRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Md5rd3BRSB0/s72-c/100_1909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8461803081140869585</id><published>2007-08-22T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:27:00.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover your ears...</title><content type='html'>Okay I will not post the video...LOL...listening to me is bad enough...but if you can't make fun or yourself...then what is life anyways?  This is me singing...a couple of songs...I'm one of those people that shouldn't sing but do...HAHAHAHAH...yup i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All That Jazz (i messed up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="389" height="359" id="mini_player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singshot.com/flash/embeded_player.swf" &gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" &gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="type=P&amp;ID=http://www.singshot.com/miniPlayer.html?songId=1lfwCIjhI6Y%3D%26type=mini%26userId=bVAg9j4mG3A%3D"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singshot.com/flash/embeded_player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="389" height="359" name="mini_player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" Flashvars="type=P&amp;ID=http://www.singshot.com/miniPlayer.html?songId=1lfwCIjhI6Y%3D%26type=mini%26userId=bVAg9j4mG3A%3D"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="389" height="359" id="mini_player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singshot.com/flash/embeded_player.swf" &gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" &gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="type=P&amp;ID=http://www.singshot.com/miniPlayer.html?songId=9zWJsu%2FLCek%3D%26type=mini%26userId=bVAg9j4mG3A%3D"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singshot.com/flash/embeded_player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="389" height="359" name="mini_player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" Flashvars="type=P&amp;ID=http://www.singshot.com/miniPlayer.html?songId=9zWJsu%2FLCek%3D%26type=mini%26userId=bVAg9j4mG3A%3D"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8461803081140869585?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8461803081140869585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8461803081140869585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8461803081140869585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8461803081140869585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/cover-your-ears.html' title='Cover your ears...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4347109718813456086</id><published>2007-08-21T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:39:07.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rocky Horror Show...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while only because I've worked 6 days straight and I've been so tired.  But I am here now, and hopefully will have pictures up of the new furniture in a day or so. :) See I didn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.  I've always been a big fan of musicals, and plays, well okay I'm obsessed with them.  I only wish I could buy broadway musicals and plays on dvd, but I haven't yet found a site that has them on there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the Community College here in town (the one I graduated from, and was part of the theatre group in 2001-2002, not in any plays, just ushered), put on 5 nights of The Rocky Horror Show.  I have never seen the movie (I do want to now though! It's on my next thing to get on netflix), so when I went Saturday night I was a bit confused.  I went again on Monday night with an old friend from back when I went to school there, he just moved back into town (more on that in another post).  And I had a blast, even better the 2nd time I watched it.  I may just end up buying the movie.  I loved loved loved it.  I have a friend who told me she didn't like the movie because of the song "Damn it Janet" heheh because that is her name and she said that people used to sing it to her.  I will spare her my voice and not sing the song to her :) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a fast fan of this freaky show.  I want to actually go see a professional performance of this show.  The college did a great job with this show, and now I want more of a taste of it. I'm kinda freaked out that I liked the show so much, but the songs are so catchy, like "Lets do the Time Warp" oh i am singing that song right now as I type this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a picture that I credit to the coffeyville community college website, which I think the Journal took.  It is James Hart as Brad and Sarah McConnell as Janet. Singing the song "Damn it Janet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RstbPPSelQI/AAAAAAAAALw/BUM1dxiKZxg/s1600-h/rockyhorror_400pxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RstbPPSelQI/AAAAAAAAALw/BUM1dxiKZxg/s320/rockyhorror_400pxl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101271320287417602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4347109718813456086?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4347109718813456086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4347109718813456086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4347109718813456086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4347109718813456086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/rocky-horror-show.html' title='The Rocky Horror Show...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RstbPPSelQI/AAAAAAAAALw/BUM1dxiKZxg/s72-c/rockyhorror_400pxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5920822789864174057</id><published>2007-08-13T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:32:56.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New furniture</title><content type='html'>I now have new furniture :) I'm so happy.  I have a full sized couch YIPEE.  3 chairs 2 recliners, and the other one a glider.  I new dresser.  I'm so happy!!!! I'll post pictures later of the new furniture :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5920822789864174057?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5920822789864174057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5920822789864174057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5920822789864174057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5920822789864174057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-furniture.html' title='New furniture'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7270191596851860425</id><published>2007-08-09T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:59:19.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's hot...</title><content type='html'>Well summer is finally here in kansas.  It's blistering hot outside.  I went outside to go to the garage to put in a load of laundry and it was so hot and muggy outside, plus it stunk really bad!!! I don't know but since the flood everything stinks around here.  It's strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck is fixed, thank the Lord.  Right now I'm sprucing up the house..I've become a cleaning freak lately.  I think it's because I'm more relaxed, and I actually have time to do stuff that needs to be done everyday.  Like dust, and do the dishes, take out the trash, things like that.  Back when I worked at the bank all I wanted to do when I got home was go to bed.  Not because I was tired, but because I wanted the world to go away.  Now I don't have to do that.  I only go lay down when I feel the need to, when I'm actually tired!!!  It's such a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you all remember Nate, or not.  But I emailed some people my new cell phone number, and I guess I accidentally must have clicked on his name as well.  He called me and told me that he was expecting a baby.  Why the hell would someone call up an ex girlfriend, to say that they are having a baby?  Was it only to rub in my face that he is having something that I wanted? I don't know I said to him congratulaions and ended tried to end the conversation, then he said that I needed to come over and see the baby when she was born.  YEAH FREAKING RIGHT.  He lives 3 hours west of here, and there is no way I'm going to an ex boyfriends house to see his and his new girlfriends, new baby.  PFFFTT...not happening.   That would be like me calling up James and saying "Hey I'm in the hospital I just had a baby, why don't you stop by." That to me is a little inappropriate, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I LOVE my new computer :) YIPEE.  Well it's off to spruce up the house some more.  I'm expecting my new furniture anyday now...I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7270191596851860425?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7270191596851860425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7270191596851860425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7270191596851860425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7270191596851860425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-its-hot.html' title='so it&apos;s hot...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8901167548205378433</id><published>2007-08-06T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:07:00.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lordie</title><content type='html'>I got the computer up an running that I bought back in december, it mysteriously fixed itself?!?!?  Anyways I'm trying to set up my email account with Cox on this stupid thing and I HAVE BEEN ON HOLD FOR 9 MINUTES FOR A TECH.  That is rideculous (sp?).  GOOD LORD.  All i want to do is get my email on this stupid thing...is that to much to ask?  A new computer means more fun for susan.  Which means I can scan picuters now YIPPEEEEE.  O news on the truck Should be fixed today, but bad news its going to cost me around 200 buckaroos YIPES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8901167548205378433?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8901167548205378433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8901167548205378433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8901167548205378433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8901167548205378433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-lordie.html' title='oh lordie'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3217739185062264628</id><published>2007-08-06T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:54:27.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3217739185062264628?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3217739185062264628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3217739185062264628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3217739185062264628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3217739185062264628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-68901041369039558</id><published>2007-08-06T07:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:42:51.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Say....BLAH</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was a pretty stressful weekend for me.  I worked 7 days straight from Monday to Yesterday (SUnday).  So add stress and tiredness I was not in the best of mooods.  Saturday I needed to go to the gas station for my nemesis, my cigs, and something to drink.  I get back out and my truck will not start.  Everything came on but the starter wouldn't turn over.  So after an hour with my dad and myself trying to figure out what was wrong, mainly us just staring in the engine, because neither of us no diddly sqwat about cars.  A man was kind enough to say that he had the same problem not to long ago, and got down and hammered the starter, and it started right up.  It work alright the rest of the day and I was planning on today taking it to a mechanic to see what can be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my managers sent me to Wal-Mart to get more change for the store, and I was off on my way.  I go in and get the change and come out and the truck wouldn't start again.  I pounded on the starter, my dad pounded on the starter, and nothing happened.  So he took me back to work, and later he went to see if he could get it started again.  No such luck.  Now my  truck is sitting in front of a mechanic shop and I am here worrying about how much this will cost me, and I am about to pull my hair up.  I got up early to day to get the house clean so that way I wouldn't have to do it later, in hopes that some one will be nice enough to take me to the store, because you see, today is supposed to be grocery shopping day.  I have no food in my house.  I have canned soup that's all.  This is beginning to be a sucky ass week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna have to walk from point A to point B until my truck is fixed...God knows when that will be :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-68901041369039558?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/68901041369039558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=68901041369039558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/68901041369039558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/68901041369039558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-we-sayblah.html' title='Can We Say....BLAH'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2927249433256038107</id><published>2007-08-03T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:16:19.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, Crash..BOOOM</title><content type='html'>So call me an idiot, or a blonde, both will fit this circumstance very well.  I'm walking down my stairway (oh just about 15 minutes ago).  It's dark, and I'm thinking to myself "Boy I'm doing this pretty good, walking down the steps in the dark."  and also thinking  "Step...Step...Step"  I get to the last step SO I THOUGHT, and FALL CRASH BOOM I go.  I didn't break anything thank God!  I did however hurt my left ankle, not so much I can't walk on it but it just aches.  I will know how much I hurt myself in the morning.  That's when the real pain will kick in.  I'm so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Susan got a new Cell phone.  Can we all say YEAH!!!! After 13 months of not having one...I finally broke down and signed up with Cellular One for 2 years.  And here is the phone I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RrPgPw7zbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/aYHQ94Eu1Pc/s1600-h/cell+phone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RrPgPw7zbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/aYHQ94Eu1Pc/s320/cell+phone.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662164924558370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sony Ericson Walkman phone.  It is a MP3 player, it came with little head phones it's so cute!!! It also takes video and pictures :) Me so happy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2927249433256038107?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2927249433256038107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2927249433256038107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2927249433256038107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2927249433256038107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall-crashbooom.html' title='Fall, Crash..BOOOM'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RrPgPw7zbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/aYHQ94Eu1Pc/s72-c/cell+phone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2187911740871398881</id><published>2007-07-30T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:22:21.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets try this again.....</title><content type='html'>Side Order of Life and Other news POST NUMBER 2 (DUMBASS BLOGGER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit it I'm a Lifetime Tv Whore (laura knows this) and they have this new show called Side order of life.  I absolutely love it.  Below is a description of the show (i'm not typing all what I typed before because blogger will probably just shit on it again anyways, I've got to get a new computer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Side Order of Life" is a comedic drama about that moment in your life when the universe gives you a wake-up call. But if you're lucky enough to get it, are you ready to answer, or do you ignore it and send it to voice mail? For Jenny McIntyre, life is about to get very real, especially when the illness of her closest friend, Vivy, surprisingly provides Jenny with a new clarity and an extraordinary outlook on life. As a photographer, Jenny finds herself with the ability to make connections through the lens of her camera that were never before possible. These connections allow her to change the world around her. Jenny's journey ultimately takes her to see something that isn't clear to others, which enables her to touch people's lives. But will it also help her put her own life together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Side Order of Life" stars Marisa Coughlan ("Boston Legal"), Jason Priestley ("Beverly Hills, 90210"), Diana-Maria Riva ("Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip") and Christopher Gartin ("House").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6o_A7za9I/AAAAAAAAALA/AFYOTLSuR6M/s1600-h/side+order+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6o_A7za9I/AAAAAAAAALA/AFYOTLSuR6M/s320/side+order+of+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093194029138668498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pictures of on the way to Tahlequah and, me, and on the way back.  First 2 are of the Grand River, and then there is me and then the pretty scenery going back from Tahlequah. :) I'm sorry that the last post did not come through :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6pmw7za-I/AAAAAAAAALI/0E9IMFstjxU/s1600-h/The+Grand+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6pmw7za-I/AAAAAAAAALI/0E9IMFstjxU/s320/The+Grand+River.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093194712038468578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qJw7za_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KivQcn47VzI/s1600-h/Grand+River+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qJw7za_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KivQcn47VzI/s320/Grand+River+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093195313333890034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qZw7zbAI/AAAAAAAAALY/QyRbcevsAm0/s1600-h/me+happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qZw7zbAI/AAAAAAAAALY/QyRbcevsAm0/s320/me+happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093195588211796994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qtg7zbBI/AAAAAAAAALg/jntVpS1Zuuo/s1600-h/scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6qtg7zbBI/AAAAAAAAALg/jntVpS1Zuuo/s320/scenery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093195927514213394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2187911740871398881?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2187911740871398881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2187911740871398881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2187911740871398881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2187911740871398881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Lets try this again.....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rq6o_A7za9I/AAAAAAAAALA/AFYOTLSuR6M/s72-c/side+order+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7389038951630470188</id><published>2007-07-28T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:57:51.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of town...</title><content type='html'>Until tomorrow afternoon.  I will most deffiantly take some pictures.  Pure puppies they don't get to go this time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7389038951630470188?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7389038951630470188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7389038951630470188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7389038951630470188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7389038951630470188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-of-town.html' title='Out of town...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6519543014452105671</id><published>2007-07-27T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:49:08.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People really piss me off...</title><content type='html'>Why do people steal?  I mean is it a high that they get from taking things from other people?  My truck was broken into this morning.  Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago my mother gave me a quilted bedspread.  I brought it home tried it and didn't like the way it looked so I packed it up.  This morning when I let the pups outside to do their business I put the quilt in a black trash bag and put it in my truck.  Locked the doors and went back upstairs to continue getting ready for work.  I go back downstairs 15 minutes later and my back window of the truck is open and my passenger door is open as well.  I look inside and the trash bag was gone.  I hope who ever took it enjoys this bedspread it was like 200 bucks.  GEESH.  People really piss me off....damn theives...and it's worse then before now with the east side out of commission, people are starting to hit the nicer neighborhoods.  I hate this town...I want out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6519543014452105671?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6519543014452105671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6519543014452105671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6519543014452105671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6519543014452105671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-really-piss-me-off.html' title='People really piss me off...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4149390593317684169</id><published>2007-07-27T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:19:13.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Darkness THere is Light</title><content type='html'>Chapter Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly walked up tot he front door and she heard Mitzie barking and howling.  She pused the front door open and saw Sam's purse and cell sitting on the coffe table in the middle of the living room.  Kelly felt like she was going to pass out, "She has to be okay." She whispered to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam...Sam wher are you?" She managed to yell.  That's when Mitzie came running in but it wasn't her usual glad to see you run.  She herself seemed panic striken.  Kelly picked up the dog.  "It's okay Mitzie, it's only me.  Where's your momma?" Kelly asked.  The dog responded with a whimper.  As she put Mitzie down she felt something warm and sticky on her hand.  She looked down and saw the bright red blood on her hand.  At first she thought it was Mitzie the one bleeding, but realized that she hadn't seemed to be in any pain.  She looked down at the dog an saw that her whole front of her chest and paws where covered in blood.  "Oh God! SAM!"  Kelly yelled.  Mitzie bolted back towards the back of the house.  Kelly slowly folloed, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.  She didn't know if she could handle what she was about to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the hall she saw Sames bedroom door cracked opened and she heard Mitzie whimpering.  Kelly took a deep breath and willed herself to open the door.  When she opened the door she didn't see anything at first.  But she let her eyes follow to where Mitzie was and she saw Sam's feet.  "SAM?!" She ran and saw her sister lying on the floor between the wall and the dresser.  She kenlt down beside her, she noticed she was breathing, but it was a sick gurgling sound.  Kelly saw that her clothes were soaked in blood and the phone was in her right hand.  She took the phone and turned it on, but it was dead.  "Oh God.  Sam, I'll be right back.  Same I'll be right back, hand on." SHe got up and ran outside to the next door neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rang the doorbell and pounded on the door at the same time.  A middled aged woman answered the door.  Her look was first of annoyance but when she saw how paniced and the blood on Kellys hands it quickly turned to concern.  "Can you help me?  My sister's hurt, she's bleeding.  Can you please call an ambulance?" Kelly chocked out.  "Harrold call 9-1-1, Sam's hurt." The woman yuelled out.  Kelly saw the man dialing the number.  "Honey let me go with you and help you."  THe woman followed Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the house they entered Sam's room.  "OH LORD" The woman explained.  SHe ran to the bathroom to get osme towels as Kelly leaned down and tried to find where the blood was coming from.  She lifted Sam's head slightly as she did blood seeped out everywhere. That's when she realized the blood was coming form her neck.  The woman handed Kelly at towel and she gently but pressing firmly on Sam's neck.  "She's bleeding from her stomack too." The woman pointed out. She placed a towel and held her hand on the wounds to stop the blood.  She looked up and saw tears coming out of Kelly's eyes and listened to her talk to Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, you're going to be alright.  The ambulance is on its way." Kelly said in a shaky voice.  Kelly looked down and saw that Sam's eyes were opened.  She was awake and very well knowing what was happening to her.  "Oh Sam.  You're going to be alright, you hear me." Kelly said to her.  Sam's eyes started tearing up, and on single tear fell down her cheek.  "Sam you stay awake.  Same don't you dare leave me." Kelly started crying as Sam closed her eyes.  Her breaths were getting more shallow and more gurgling was coming out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, you can't do this. I will not let you die in my arms.  You have to figt, Sam!"  Kelly yelled.  The woman put a loving hand on Kellys arm.  Kelly looked up at the woman, they both just looked at her.  The womans husband Harrold came in.  "The ambulance is on it's way." He gasped as he saw the bloody scene.  "Harrold take the dog back to our house, and clean her up.  I'll wait here for the ambulance, and I'll be there in a minute." The womand said.  HE did as she asked, but Mitzie was more than relunctant to leave her masters side.  She snipped and growled, but he eventually calmed her down and left the room with her wrapped up in a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, please hear me.  Please you can't take her away from me.  Please help her, please be with her." Kelly said out loud.  She put her freen hand in Sam's lifeless hand and it was so cold, but as she heard the ambulance coming she felt Sam slightly squeeze hers.  She let out a sob.  "Oh Sam, please hang in there.  Please they are almost here." KElly said in a calming voice, ast to respond to her Sam squeezed her hand again. "She's going to pull through this, just you don't give up." The woman said gently.  "Thank you." Kelly Replied. That's when the paramedics came in and took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4149390593317684169?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4149390593317684169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4149390593317684169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4149390593317684169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4149390593317684169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/with-darkness-there-is-light_27.html' title='With Darkness THere is Light'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-9042958896954002420</id><published>2007-07-26T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:32:22.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My house...and My music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/myhouse2.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is possibly the only time I WILL eva do this...My own music video...course my hair looks like crap, and it's 1:42 in the morning, but I couldn't resist it.  If I didn't do it now then you would never see what I do all day at the computer...HAHAHAH Lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid96.photobucket.com/albums/l171/butterflychic26/100_1811.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-9042958896954002420?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/9042958896954002420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=9042958896954002420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/9042958896954002420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/9042958896954002420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-houseand-my-music-video.html' title='My house...and My music Video'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8754959885096083614</id><published>2007-07-25T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:27:26.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Play list</title><content type='html'>I have tried to listen to my playlist, but um, some of the songs aren't in their entirity.  SO i'm changing it.  You'll see my sick sense of humor, well rather listen to it, when you listen to the new play list.  Oh almost done with the house, then I will take you on a virtual tour of my precious little home...I may even video tape it YIPPEEE!!!!  Oh Chapter 2 will be up later today btw.  For those of you who are following.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE::::  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't  upload a new playlist, seeing that my computer is being retarded, and it hates me just as much as I hate it.  Sorry but you are stuck with the current play list until I can figure out how to fix it, throw the computer out the window, or break down and buy a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8754959885096083614?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8754959885096083614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8754959885096083614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8754959885096083614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8754959885096083614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/changing-play-list.html' title='Changing Play list'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4694996892336556982</id><published>2007-07-24T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:56:12.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>So I was supposed to finish deep cleaning my house so I could take pictures of it for you.  I found myself at Blockbuster instead, go figure.  I went there for the movie with Jim Carey Number 23, I had it in my hands and then saw this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqZmJw7za1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ywDsejOBsSk/s1600-h/catch+and+release.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqZmJw7za1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ywDsejOBsSk/s320/catch+and+release.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090868746729515858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put up Number 23 and rented this one, and also bought a little tub of Cherry Garcia ice cream.  I got home and sat and watched this movie and ate my Ice Cream.  Well it gets worse then that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting there and bawling my eyes out, no it's not a sad movie, it in fact has some really funny lines in it.  I am crying because I want someone to love like that.  I mean is that to much to ask?  SOmeone to love me and want to be with me?  Sure I had that person, and I as the title of this movie states I caught him and released him.  The more and moreI think about it,and as you all know it's been a year and 2 months, that I made the wrong desicion.  Sure we had our differences, but he made me happy, not that last month, but in the months previous to it.  I think the whole thing was that I had caught Cold Feet and ran as fast as I could away from the whole situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I read my love stories too, it's just to much for me I guess.  But yet, I earn for that, I earn to see someone in love and then hate them for being in love.  I'm sick I know.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recomend this movie to everyone, it's a great movie, and even though I cried like a 2 year old during the whole thing, I truly enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4694996892336556982?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4694996892336556982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4694996892336556982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4694996892336556982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4694996892336556982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqZmJw7za1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ywDsejOBsSk/s72-c/catch+and+release.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1333564211883368354</id><published>2007-07-23T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:21:06.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Darkness There is Light</title><content type='html'>Chapter One - Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry Sam.  I'm on my way now." Kelly said into her cell phone.  "It's okay.  The girls are sleeping, so if you want they could just stay here tonight, and you can pick them up in the morning." Sam said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, just make sure you are here by eight.  I have to be at the office at eight-thirty."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a life saver Sam." &lt;br /&gt;"Don't even mention it.  Have a wonderful evening and the girls will be fine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hung up and Kelly sighed.  She knew she asked alot of her younger sister, but she never complained.  Since Kelly's husband, Scott, was over seas with his tour in the military, and Kelly and Sames parents moved out of state Kelly didn't have reliable childcare for the girls.  Since Scotts been away she has taken extra shifts at the teen home to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She relied on her sister who was always willing to give a helping hand.  She always thanked the Lord, as if it wasn't for him she wouldn't know what she would do.  He has graced her with such a loving family.  THeir mom was real upset that she wouldn't be able to care for the girls.  Their father couldn't pass up a ten year offered by the best Christian College, and they were forced to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly yawned as she parked her car in the driveway of her duplex.  She hoped one day they could afforrd to get a real home, but for right now this was the best they could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the mailbox and sorted through the mail, but was disappointed to find nothing from Scott.  He hadn't written or called in a while, but she knew when he had time he would send her and the girls something.  She let herself into the house and as soon as she layed her things on the dinning room table the phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" She answered into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Kellly, it's mom."  THen Kelly knew the reason for her calling. It was Thursday evening, and her parents called every Thursday to talk to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mom they are at Sams." Kelly said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, another late day?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and a very tiring one.  I was on my way to pick up the girls but Sam said that they were already asleep."&lt;br /&gt;"if you aren't careful Kelly you are going to work yourself to exhaustion." Her mother said in her 'your mother knows best voice'.&lt;br /&gt;"I know but with Scott away I'm not getting his wonderful salary every two weeks.  I have no choice but to work the hours I am." Kelly sighed in to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Well honey you do need to take care of yourself." They talked some more about Kelly, the girls, and Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is Sam doing?"  Her mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;"For the most part she's doing fine.  I think having the kids there keeps her busy, and she doesn't have time to think about it." &lt;br /&gt;"I just worry that she's not as fine as she tries to pull off when we talk." Her mother replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, mom, we have to give her time to sort things out.  It's only been three months."  Kelly continued to talk while she fixed herself a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'll let you go.  Will you and the girls be home tomorrow night?" &lt;br /&gt;"We should be.  I mean I don't have anything planned except for laundry.  We both know how much I hate doing laundry."  They both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright we'll talk to you then."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright.  Bye mom.  I love you."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye honey.  We love you too."  Kelly hung up the phone and took her sandwich to the living room wher she ate and did her bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was getting ready to go to bed, when she opened the drawer to her nightstand to replace her glasses, she saw her wedding picture.  She starred at it for a long time.  She remembered how happy she was on that day.  She saw Mike smiling at her and how happy he was also.  She shut the drawer and she sighed, they wer happy, but that all changed six months ago.  That was when she was seven months pregnant, and missed carried their first child.  It had sent her into a state of depression, and it didn't help that the doctors were almost ninety percent sure that Sam would never have any more children.  Mike tried to be tehre for her but she somehow lost him.  Three months ago he came home and told her that he was filing for a divorce.  He met another woman and she was now pregnant with his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lost it and broke down in front of him. He stated that he never meant for this to happen and that he never meant to hurt her.  In the divorce settlement he allowed her to keep the house, the car, Mitzie, and was payin her allimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let a tear drop down her cheek.  She tried to pray, but for some reason since the miscarriage she felt like it wasn't worth it.  She knew she was in great need for the Lord to help her, but she just couldn't force herself to pray for what she needed.  She turned out the light and Mitzie cuddled up next to her.  THey both had a restless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he saw the light go out he realized that the mom of the brats was not coming to pick them up.  Oh he hated her for ruining his plans, but he waited this long he'll have to wait a little longer to make his move.  A little bit longer, he thought to himself.  Just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Momma!" Lauren exclaimed as Kelly came through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;"There's my pretty girl.  Were you good for your Aunt Sam?" Kelly asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm always good, Momma." Lauren said with a big smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;"That you are." Sam announced coming in from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, girls we better get going, so Sam can go to work." The girls gave Sam a hug goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks again Sis.  Why don't you come over tonight and we'll order pizza and watch a movie." Kelly suggested.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, sounds like a plan." She hugged Kelly goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw this as his only opportunity to make his move.  He watch the woman drive off down the street.  He slid out from his truck and stomped on his cigarette, and made his way to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was in her bedroom when Mitzie started growling and barking from the living room. Sam made her way towards the living room.  "Mitzie, be quiet there is nothing..." She stopped suddenly as she saw the strange man standing in her living room.  "Who are you? How'd you get in here?" She said as her heart pounded.  She knew something wasn't right when she saw the way he smiled at her.  Mitzie yelped and ran away, leaving only her and the man alone in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been wating for a long time." He told her as he walked across the room. &lt;br /&gt;"Get out of my house, NOW!" Sam gasped as she sae the knife in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"A long time." He said.  &lt;br /&gt;"My sister will be here any minute." She replied in a shakey voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, now see, I believe i just saw her leave the house.  With those two brats of hers."  This made Sam even more frightened.  She was nowhere near a phone, and she couldn't possibly get to the kitchen fast enough to get out the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came slowly towards her, and when he reached her, he turned her around so that her back was against his chest.  He placed the knife under her throat. That was when she knew what was going to take place.  All she could do was pray and ask the Lord for the strength to come out of this alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly was folding her first load of laundry when the phone rang.  She looked at the caller ID and saw it was Sam's office.  Thinking it was her she picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Sam."  She replied.  But to her surprise it was not Sam, it was Sam's boss Brian.  "No, Brian, I left her about seven-thirty this morning." She put the laundry down.  "Brian she was getting ready for work."  She listened and she could tell the concern in his voice.  "No, it's not like her to miss without calling you."  She listened some more.  "I'll try her at home.  Okay I will, bye Brian." She hung up with him and dialed Sams house but all she got was the answering machine.  She tried her cell but all she got was her voicemail.  Kelly's heart started pounding.  She dialed her next door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Stanley can you come over and watch the girls?" She asked.  "I've got to go to my sisters." She waited.  "Thank you so much." She grabbed her keys.&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, whats wrong?" Grace the oldes one asked.&lt;br /&gt;"You two stay here, Mrs. Stanley will be here to watch you." Lauren started to say something. "Lauren, please just do as I ask.  I'll be back as soon as I can." Just then Mrs. Stanley came through the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Mrs. Stanley.  I'll call you as soon as I can." Kelly said to the elderly woman.  The woman said not to worry that the girls will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly tried Sam's cell several more times while she drove across town towards her house.  "Please, God, let her be okay."  She kept saying over and over. She pulled up into Sams driveway.  She left the car running as she passed the garage she noticed Sam's car was still in there.  Her heart was in her throat at this point, she realized that something was extremely wrong.  With the car still in the garage she knew that Sam had not even left the house, at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1333564211883368354?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1333564211883368354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1333564211883368354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1333564211883368354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1333564211883368354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/with-darkness-there-is-light_23.html' title='With Darkness There is Light'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2082309806285316752</id><published>2007-07-22T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:08:56.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Darkness There is Light...</title><content type='html'>Chapter one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot summer afternoon, Sam was sitting on her porck deck with a glass of iced tea and a book in her lap.  As she read her book she occassionaly looked up over her sunglasses to make sure her nieces were alright, as they played in the pool.  Sam only worked at the office when they needed her, so it allowed her to watch her older sisters two young girls.  Which helped her sister out because she keeps such crazy hours that she can not find a babysitter to work around her schedule.  Same didn't mind watching the girls and for the most part they were good kids.  But like all children they did have their bad days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she looked up to check on the girls, Sams little dachshund jumped in her lap.  She was soaking wet from playing in the pool with Grace and Lauren.  "Mitzie!" Sam let out a cry of exaspiration.  "Honey, get down.  You're getting mommy all wet."  All the dog did in response was like Sam's nose.  She laughed and kissed the dog on its head and then pushed her off her lap.  Mitzie then ran back out to the yard and jumped back into the wadding pool with the children.  Sam heard them laughing and splashing the water, and Mitzie barked in response as to say she was having fun also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam closed her book and slipped back on her flip flops, grabbed a towel on a nearby table, and headed out to the middle of the yard.  "Alright Grace, Lauren time to get out and go inside for your naps."  THey groanded and relunctanlty got themselves out of the pool. Sam dried them off. "Auntie Same what about Mitzie?" Lauren asked.  Sam looked down at Mitzie, who deemed not to noitce she was the only one left in the pool.  "She's gonna stay outside until she's dry.  Grace give me a hand in dumping the water out of the pool."  The seven year old did as she was asked, and Mitzie yelped as she jumped out of the pool.  Which sent four-year-old Lauren into a fit of laughter.  "You are so giggly today Lauren.  DId your mom give you a laughing vitamin today?" Sam asked.  Shrugging her shoulders  Lauren replied with "I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you two better go to sleep.  If I hear any noise coming out of this room you will not be allowed to watch cartoons whne you get up." She said as she layed a blanket over the top of them. "Do you understand me?" THey both nodded and closed their eyes.  Sam was just about to shut the door when Lauren asked her something.  "What Lauren?" She asked.  "What about Mitzie? She needs a nap too."  Lauren said with concern in her eyes.  "Well if she's dry I'll bring her in, but right now I want you to concentrate on going to sleep."  With that she closed the door.  She Leaned her back on the door and sighed.  She loved those girls more than anything in the world, and it broke her heart that she herself would never be able to have her own children someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Mitzie, the girls are fast asleep if I let you in there you have to lay down and be quiet." She said to the little dog.  Mitzie responded with a big yawn and a sigh.  She carefully layed her in between the girls, and she found her place and was fast to sleep.  She smiled at the three of them as she shut the door.  SHe herself went into her bedroom to lie down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second straight week that he had been watching her.  He had seen everything form morning until she turned the light off for the night.  He had meant make his move earlier in the week, but the damn mother of those two little brats was not ver reliable and he couldn't schedule when she would be there or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was aching to touch her, but he'll have to wait until she was alone.  Then he would make his move.  He leaned back and pictured the sexy woman with her strawberry hair shimmering from the rays of the sun.  Oh how he ached for her.  He had waited longer than usual to make his move.  Longer then he has on any other woman in the past.  But he knew the wait would be well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----To be continued---- (do not worry I do have more to type, unlike my others in the past)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2082309806285316752?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2082309806285316752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2082309806285316752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2082309806285316752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2082309806285316752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/with-darkness-there-is-light.html' title='With Darkness There is Light...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8945210045884911205</id><published>2007-07-22T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:24:02.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce you to...</title><content type='html'>My children. HAHAHAH, well at the time they were my children.  As you all may remember me saying that my parents are moving into a new house. Well this weekend they requested that my brother and I come and get our childhood things, that my mom was saving for us.  The only thing I couldn't find was my baby "Benjamin" an imatation cabbage patch doll, he's gone missing.  :(  But I did get my other "Babies" and I thought I would let you see them for yourself.  FOr as old as they are they are sure in great shape. These are the dollys that I played with the most when I was a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqP_qg7zavI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qHo2zI_Zxlc/s1600-h/my+first+dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqP_qg7zavI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qHo2zI_Zxlc/s320/my+first+dolly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090193109719149298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first doll.  My aunt and uncle boughter her/him not sure what gender it is, the day my parents brought me home to be theirs.  She/He has no name, so sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQACw7zawI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U1eLQd28rYM/s1600-h/strawberry+shortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQACw7zawI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U1eLQd28rYM/s320/strawberry+shortcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090193526330977026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one is self explanitory, this is the Original "Strawberry Shortcake Doll" and her name is well Strawberry Shortcake.  I was a big Strawberry Shortcake freak when I was a kid.  Some day when I get my scanner back up and running I will show you my decked out Strawberry Shortcake room when I was growing up.  I got her on my 3rd birthday, the first birthday with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQAoQ7zaxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LZItJ7wkr1s/s1600-h/Mr.Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQAoQ7zaxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LZItJ7wkr1s/s320/Mr.Bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090194170576071442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "Mr.Bear", and no I did not steal the name from Full House.  He in fact had this name before I even was even adopted.  This bear belong to my brother, and he graciously gave it to me when I became his "little sister".  He was 8 years old and I was 2.  He had this bear since he was a baby, and I've had it since I was 2.  This bear is 33 years old. And the only thing missing is his poor little nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQBPA7zayI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kPtM1AQzjDY/s1600-h/William+Bo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQBPA7zayI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kPtM1AQzjDY/s320/William+Bo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090194836296002338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is "William Bo" no I did not give him that name, I adopted him when I was 5 years old, that was the name that the Cabbage Patch Adoption agency gave him.  I kept it.  He is my first Cabage Patch doll, and the only one that doesn't look like he has the Cabbage Patch Doll Chicken Pox.  I have a total of 4 cabbage patch dolls, but none of them hold a special place in my heart, except for "William Bo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQB0g7zazI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sIwvcd837IQ/s1600-h/baby+blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQB0g7zazI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sIwvcd837IQ/s320/baby+blanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090195480541096754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my "babies" were on my baby blanket as a back drop.  This is my Baby BLanket, I used to sleep with this blanket every night, up into my older grade school years.  And it's spotless, I don't know how it's spotless but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQCSA7za0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lMfwHZPUUQg/s1600-h/my+sweat+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqQCSA7za0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/lMfwHZPUUQg/s320/my+sweat+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090195987347237698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sweatshirt that I wore when I was 2 years old.  When I out grew it, my mom gave it to me for my dolls.  I will most deffiantly be keeping this sweatshirt, and possibly when I have children dress them in it (well if they are girls, it's kind of a girly shirt, don't you think?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8945210045884911205?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8945210045884911205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8945210045884911205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8945210045884911205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8945210045884911205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-me-introduce-you-to.html' title='Let me introduce you to...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqP_qg7zavI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qHo2zI_Zxlc/s72-c/my+first+dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7032274812743383570</id><published>2007-07-20T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:59:35.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>False Statement..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I did not get around to taking pictures of the apartment....I was so tired.  I however did take a few pictures of my tired self with the pups...HAHAH.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get really tired my face gets really red. ANd oh yeah, I have a zit, oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGKAw7zaoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zcdXijGPp1w/s1600-h/jade+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGKAw7zaoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zcdXijGPp1w/s320/jade+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089500799645739650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGKOw7zapI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CmasKEPXwy8/s1600-h/katie+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGKOw7zapI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CmasKEPXwy8/s320/katie+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089501040163908242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGM1g7zaqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d_zEcK5PJKU/s1600-h/tired+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGM1g7zaqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d_zEcK5PJKU/s320/tired+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089503904907094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGQWQ7zarI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-6ErL1otZ-s/s1600-h/artsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGQWQ7zarI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-6ErL1otZ-s/s320/artsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089507766082693810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGQtA7zasI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wRHIWiRMp88/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGQtA7zasI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wRHIWiRMp88/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089508156924717762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGRmg7zatI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VQsAWOVwVvA/s1600-h/serious+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGRmg7zatI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VQsAWOVwVvA/s320/serious+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089509144767195858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGSWg7zauI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zlr1xAaus2M/s1600-h/artsy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGSWg7zauI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zlr1xAaus2M/s320/artsy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089509969400916706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7032274812743383570?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7032274812743383570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7032274812743383570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7032274812743383570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7032274812743383570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/false-statement.html' title='False Statement..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RqGKAw7zaoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zcdXijGPp1w/s72-c/jade+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7226031358313015223</id><published>2007-07-20T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:18:24.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned...</title><content type='html'>Stay tunded later on today (don't know when) I'll have some pics up of my apartment.  I know I've done this before....but I just want to share it again, plus in a couple of weeks, my living room decore will change. Right now it is burgandy and hunter green, it will be blue in a couple of weeks.  I'm going to get my late grandmothers day bed as a couch and her blue recliner...the living room will be so much different!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7226031358313015223?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7226031358313015223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7226031358313015223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7226031358313015223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7226031358313015223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay tuned...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6982881052544445534</id><published>2007-07-18T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:45:48.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAH...</title><content type='html'>What in the hell was I thinking? Was I high on crack at the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The new job is gonna be a blast I can already tell. It's my type of job YIPPEE!!! Although I spent most of the day sitting in a hot room listening to someone talk about boring bank stuff, but that is at any new job, well not talking about boring bank stuff, just getting the boring stuff out of the way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God if only i knew then what I was getting myself into.  Geesh, next time will someone just slap the stupid out of me?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6982881052544445534?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6982881052544445534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6982881052544445534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6982881052544445534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6982881052544445534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahahahah.html' title='HAHAHAHAH...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3464928603233720471</id><published>2007-07-18T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:45:02.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching...</title><content type='html'>for something to blog about.  Boy today was a big bore.  I did absolutely nothing.  With all this extra time on my hands I don't know what to do.  I tried to sleep, didn't work.  I went to my parents new house, and I want to move in so bad.  I would even live with my mother again, that's how much I love the new house.  I'm so jealous.  GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cramps have gotten worse.  I'm filling a hot bath right as I type this.  I hope to get rid of them soon!!!!  I work in the morning for a whole 3 hours...WOOOPEE DO DAH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See told ya I'm reaching for something to blog about, and I know how much you all wanted to hear about my cramps, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Weirdo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaweirdoquiz/weirdo-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely quite strange, but you can act like a normal person when you have to.&lt;br /&gt;(But just because you can act normally, it certainly doesn't mean you want to!)&lt;br /&gt;You have normal aspects to your personality... but you usually don't choose to emphasize them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaweirdoquiz/"&gt;Are You A Weirdo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are som weird things about me, which I've probably already posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shoes and socks&lt;br /&gt;I hate fixing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I pick my toenails rather then clip them (EWWW i know)&lt;br /&gt;I love my dogs as if they were real humans&lt;br /&gt;I can not stand cardboard boxes, they give me the shivers&lt;br /&gt;I love horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitch and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;I put periods after some of these sentences but not all (???).&lt;br /&gt;I read love novels, to fill the vacancy of love in my life, how sad and pathetic is that?&lt;br /&gt;I do not and will refuse to sit on or touch a public toilet seat&lt;br /&gt;I once dressed up as a french maid for halloween, i was 11 years old, gave my dad a heartache almost&lt;br /&gt;I obessed with Softball&lt;br /&gt;People in high school thought i was gay (????)&lt;br /&gt;I sneeze loud&lt;br /&gt;I do not wear thong underwear.  If i wanted something up my ass I would just wear regular undear and leave the wedgees.&lt;br /&gt;I can not wear contacts&lt;br /&gt;I have had my tongue pierced twice&lt;br /&gt;I want to get it done again, but don't want to spend the money&lt;br /&gt;I want another tattoo but don't want to spend the money&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheap (uhhhh...CHEAP)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not easy&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall in love fast&lt;br /&gt;I can stand hairy men&lt;br /&gt;My real name before i was adopted was Bobby Jo&lt;br /&gt;I hate my real name&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my parents changed it&lt;br /&gt;Those last two are weird &lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night off to the hot hot hot bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3464928603233720471?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3464928603233720471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3464928603233720471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3464928603233720471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3464928603233720471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/reaching.html' title='Reaching...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-8553263118106739706</id><published>2007-07-18T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:50:11.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Play list</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of making a play list for my blog.  I have a warped sense of music taste.  HAHAH so if you don't like my choice of music you can mute your computer...or stop the play list.  I think that having music while you read is soothing...don't know much about anyone else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who like the movie Dazed and Confused (which I love that movie) i have the complete sound track on my play list!!! GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-8553263118106739706?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/8553263118106739706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=8553263118106739706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8553263118106739706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/8553263118106739706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-play-list.html' title='Music Play list'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-3181554518542971710</id><published>2007-07-17T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:26:32.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the story</title><content type='html'>It all started yesterday.  At 5:30 am I got up with worst cramps ever imaginable, and I get really bad cramps.  I was lying on the bathroom floor curled up into a little ball trying not to cry.  I called in at 6:30 in the morning stating that I would not be there due to female problems.  At 9:30 my phone rang, I was in bed by this time, I had taken a pain killer, and was groggy, so I didn't get up to answer it.  I knew it was Mrs. Evil, I can't prove that because I do not have caller ID anymore, long story on that.  The day went on and I started to feel better, I slept most of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4:30 my phone rang again.  It woke me up, 1. I don't like to be woken up by the phone and 2. I really didn't feel like talking to anyone at that time.  I get up and answer the phone.  This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Caller: How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine, um...who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Janet (i put her real name in screw her).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh...hi&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Are you going to be here tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Are you going to be here tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that why you called?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that the only reason why you called? You woke me up, for that?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatever.  What did you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Are you going to be here tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes (sounding a bit pissed off only because I was).&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well, I was just calling to see how you were doing, and to see if you were coming in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I get that.  And I said yes.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  That not sound like much now, but to a woman who is cramping and is already pissed off at her job, it was enough to put me over the edge.  I knew if i were to show up to work today she would of pulled me into her office to talk about "my attitude over the phone." I was tempted to go to work and if that did happen I would of said.  "Well I was at home, and I have every right to talk to whomever the way I want to in my own house.  YOu called me not the other way around."  But, I didn't do that I just quit. Enough is enough.  She was not calling to see if I was okay, or even if I needed anything.  She was calling to make sure i was at home, and if I was going to be at work tomorrow.  This is the 2nd time she has done this.  WTF?  I have never had a boss call me at home to see if i was going to be at work the next day.  What if I was still sick? I don't know the furture, as my best friend Laura would say.  Janet, thinks of nobody but herself, and doesn't care if you are sick or dying but still wants to know if you are going to be at work the next day, I swear if I was in the hospital she'd call me up my room and ask me the same thing.  I bet ya 100 bucks she would of done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night I was so nervous and not knowing what I was going to do.  I even took 2 sleeping pills and I think by 4 this morning I finally fell asleep.  I set my alarm for 6 this morning, and that is when I made my descion to quit. I got up and wrote a letter, and no it was not nasty although I should of been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my keys.  I know this is irresponsible and unprofessional of me, but I have been sick alot lately.  I have the think of my physical and mental health before I become really sick.  I believe it's from stress, so I have made the desicion not to return to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in an envelope with the keys to the bank and sealed it.  I dropped it in the night drop at the bank, and that is that. I will be full time at LJS in three weeks.  I went to my boss there today and said give me hours because I need them.  She looked at me and I explained what happened, and i went up from 13 hrs to 30 hrs.  Which will help out when the time comes to pay bills.  I should have 3 to 4 weeks on my pay check from the bank (yes, get paid once a month there, SUCKS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you all know that Susan walked out on her job, and doesn't feel on bit of damn guilt about it.  MUAHHHHAHAHAA.  I'm so evil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-3181554518542971710?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/3181554518542971710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=3181554518542971710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3181554518542971710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/3181554518542971710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/rest-of-story.html' title='The rest of the story'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6283733385465587441</id><published>2007-07-17T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:13:14.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last...</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it.  I quit my job.  At 6:30 this I dropped my keys in the night drop, with a note stating I would not be back.  I feel so much relief.  I'm nervous about pay the bills, but I think I will be okay.  I'll type more later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6283733385465587441?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6283733385465587441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6283733385465587441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6283733385465587441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6283733385465587441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/free-at-last.html' title='Free at last...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-4183134244371572759</id><published>2007-07-15T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:10:26.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Flies....</title><content type='html'>What a disturbing title huh? Well it's the truth.  This evening I found both of my living windows covered in flies.  It was gross and distrubing all at the same time.  I don't have a fly swatter, so I rolled up news paper and went to town.  as soon as I cleared the windows of flies, more came.  It reminded me of Amittyville Horror.  It freaked me out.  There are a few stragglers hanging around but I got the majority of them.  It's gross.  Where are they coming from? I don't have any clue.  I've noticed squeeters (mosiquitos) too, but that is common with what has happened with the flood. Almost everyone in town as squeeters flying around in their house. but flies? this has never happened before. Spiders yes, carpenter ants yes, flies NO.  This is weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants, yes i have those too.  No matter how clean I keep my counters and sink I have a colony marching to their own drum around the sink.  Its gross.  I have tried everything, nothing helps.  I can't wait until winter when all bugs that exist will DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-4183134244371572759?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/4183134244371572759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=4183134244371572759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4183134244371572759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/4183134244371572759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-of-flies.html' title='House of Flies....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1404754795866453253</id><published>2007-07-12T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:56:32.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing good..</title><content type='html'>came out of the meeting today.  It did not change one damn thing. Mrs. Evil manipulated the whole meeting AS usual.  I was so ticked I had all these things I wanted to say and get off my chest, and didn't even get to do that.  It sucked ass.  As soon as the meeting was over I went straight to the phone, and didn't care who heard me and called my manager at LJS and said "Please do you know when I can give my notice, get me out of here FAST!" and she said she would call the area coach and see what she can do.  Long story short, last day at the HELL HOLE is Aug. 8th, and they don't know that yet.  I will probably write my formal notice 1 week before the date.  Screw them and the horse they rode on and the little dog that followed them too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone else at the bank, except Mrs. Evil.  This is how my formal notice will sound or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my formal written notice, as I am required to give per our employee manual.  My last day will be Tuesday August 8th.  I'm am sorry if this will leave you in a bind.  I can not and will not work somewhere where I'm tense all the time, or dread going to work every morning.  I have spoke to several about some issues that have evolved in the past, and nothing has been done to help the matters.  I seriously think you should sit back and listen and watch as to what actually goes on at the teller line.  From what I can see and hear, and that it is obvious of the turnaround here, that there is a problem.  The problem is before your eyes, and somehow you refuse to do something to make it better.  Talking doesn't seem to do any good, actions are louder to then words in some cases.  This perticular problem will continue if you don't take what myself and past tellers have said in the past.  You know what the problem is, therefore I do not need to inclose it into this letter, that I'm forced to write.  I will be leaving to go somewhere, where they respect the work you do, and praise you for something you have done right.  Where they take the time to show you how to do something the first time, instead of stating "Read the manual" how does that help? Or critize you and talk to you like you are stupid when you don't understand or do something that is wrong.  There is a way to talk to people, and that certaintly is not the way.  You don't pay tellers enough for the work that they do, and the manipulating that takes place.  That is enough said, other than the stated "problem", I have enjoyed the company of my fellow workers, and will miss workign with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOu and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup sounds good to me.  I will probably put HER NAME in the PROBLEM part.  SO it will be more clear as to what i'm talking about.  Like they don't already know.  SHe won't get fired, she'll just run off more and more tellers until someone will eat her shit, and lick her ass.  Sorry Charlie that's not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1404754795866453253?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1404754795866453253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1404754795866453253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1404754795866453253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1404754795866453253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-good.html' title='Nothing good..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5471107722024000694</id><published>2007-07-11T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:50:04.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOYAH!!!! I got a title !!!</title><content type='html'>K, now that I had my crazy attack, sorry I'm just so excited that I finally got a title on this stupid ass silly thing they like to call a FREE BLOG.  Guess my dad was correct "You get what you paid for".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in ONE weird mood tonight, mainly because it was a weird day at work today.  Oh, have I mentioned that I hate my job? No? Well just so you know I hate my job. If it wasn't for my boss we'll call her Mrs. Evil everything would be just dandy.  I love the the aspect of my job, counting money that I can't have, dealing with crazy ass customers, boy people really get fired up when it involves their money.  GEESH.  That part I love.  The best part of the day is right before Mrs. Evil arrives and when Mrs. Evil leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have seen that movie The Devil Wears Prada?  That woman HAS nothing on this woman.  The title for this woman if she was in this "The Devil who wears Prada needs to get laid" eyup (that's for you rachel) you heard me.  But I'm afraid that may not even help the problem.  This woman can give you a go to hell look worse then your own mother.  It's like "Whoa, She shot fire out of her eyes!!!" And you check yourself really fast to make sure nothing on you is on fire.  It's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Shitith Itith the Fanith today.  I finally broke down and went to the Assistant Vice President and this is how our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Have you notice that some people have some stinky attitudes areound here lately?&lt;br /&gt;AVP: What do you mean? Who?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: Mrs. Devil&lt;br /&gt;AVP: You mean more than normal (That's bad when the VP says that).&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;AVP: What is going on.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Tells her what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;AVP: Does everyone feel the same as you?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes, it's very tense up there.&lt;br /&gt;AVP: Okay, I'll look in to it. That's the reason we are loosing so many people.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward 2 hours.  I get back from lunch and no sooner am I through the door I get this from Mrs. Devil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Susan, you and S (one of my friends and a fellow teller), the VP (not the assistant vice president that Vice PResident) and I are going to have a meeting.  S don't clock out."  I look at S she says "Great I already clocked out." I said "Well clock back in." S says "No I'll stay clocked out I'm just tired of it all."  I shrug my shoulders.  But J (the VP) wants us 1 on 1 to him (that sounded dirty).  First S went in, and then me.  He asked what is going on and I just stated the truth, that I'm tired of dealing with someone who is Bitchy one minute and kissing your ass the next minute.  If you are going to be a bitch be a bitch, i can handle that, but don't be like a ping pong ball and bounce back in forth.  He agreed. What was really sad that he know everything I was saying.  My line of thought would be "Why the hell is she still here if you are getting the same story from everyone else?" I mean people I have talked to who worked there in the past has exactly the same thing to say about this evil person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that S and I have mentioned the same thing, and I said "Because its true. I don't lie to get what I want.  I'm a pretty straight forward person." I also told him that "Bad Attitudes are like the Yawns" Once someone has one then everyone gets it.  It makes for a pretty stressing day in the work place.  He agreed.  THEN WHY THE HELL HASN'T ANYTHING BEEN DONE ABOUT THIS?  I mean the President has even told her to watch her attitude THAT'S got to say something doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talkes to you like youa re stupid when you do something wrong, or if you don't know how to do it.  It's like come on man, I've only been here 5 months and you expect me to KNOW everying well sorry Charlie I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough on Mrs. Evil, until tomorrow see we have a sit down meeting with her S and the VP and myself at 8:30 in the morning.  This should be fun, I wish I could video tape it. Because I'm not going to be afraid to stand up to her, it's about time she gets a taste of her own medicine.   If it costs me my job oh flipping well.  I'm going to full time as part of the management team at Long John Silvers as soon as I take my tests and get my certificate.  I get the respect I deserve there.  AND I LOVE MY JOB THERE.  It's my type of work, sad to say.  And I'll get paid more then I do at the bank.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing they don't pay me enough to put up with this womans shit.  NOPE sure don't.  I may even be tempted to say "here's my keys I'm out." hopefully I won't have to do that, that it will all go smoothly tomorrow.  Because I want to be able to leave on my own terms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the kicker it states in our employee manual that we are REQUIRED, yes I said Required to give a two weeks written notice. HA! They will be lucky enough to see the blur of a fat ass runing as fast as it can out the damn door when I get the okay from LJS to go full time. Required my ass, I'm not required to do anything if I don't want to.  I will not use them as a reference unless I really have too and even then I would use someone else and not her.  PFFFTTTT......and then we have to have an exiting interview.  Screw that...the exiting interview would be with her.  And she will not want to hear what I have to say, because she will not be happy to have a mirror put to her face and ask her "Tell me what you really see." (my mother used to do that to me when I got into trouble I HATED IT). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bag fest for the evening.  I will most deffiantly be back tomorrow with all the details of the meeting.  Hell I might even blog on my lunch hour (i go home for lunch).  So please stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5471107722024000694?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5471107722024000694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5471107722024000694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5471107722024000694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5471107722024000694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/booyah-i-got-title.html' title='BOOYAH!!!! I got a title !!!'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6537496716917321787</id><published>2007-07-10T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:37:30.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some odd reason this stupid thing will not let me title my posts.   GRRRRR.  Hate computers!!! I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this I went to another cousins wedding and had a blast, and no I was not drunk.  I drank water all night long I was a good girl :)  I had fun without being drunk, go figure.  She got married at the church I was going to get married at, but that's okay it was a beautiful service :)  I'm happy for her, she seems to have found her Mr. Right, took her a while but I think she finally found him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand was hit on by a 19 year old, flattering yes, scary, yes, awesome HELL FREAKING YES.  Yes, I am going to go out on a date with him HAHAHAHA.  I'm a craddle robber!!!!  I've known this perticular person for years since he was like 2 and i was like 10 LOL.  That sounds sick when you put it that way.  For the past month anytime I am in a group with him he'll ask "What are you doing talking to my future wife?" I was a little freaked out by this, but well, as my mom said "What's the matter with that?"  So I figured why the heck not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I wouldn't leave without posting some pics first LOL.  I know you love pics so here are some to look at!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RpRBV9vYgGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/92sfSvaPgyU/s1600-h/100_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RpRBV9vYgGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/92sfSvaPgyU/s320/100_1680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085761724814491746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride Dancing with guests :) Don't remember to what song though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RpRCJdvYgII/AAAAAAAAAH8/b2XiV8Cawsk/s1600-h/krissy+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RpRCJdvYgII/AAAAAAAAAH8/b2XiV8Cawsk/s320/krissy+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085762609577754754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Krissy and I.  She is actually taller than me by at least 2 1/2 inches but i had 2 inch sandles on HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6537496716917321787?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6537496716917321787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6537496716917321787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6537496716917321787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6537496716917321787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-some-odd-reason-this-stupid-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RpRBV9vYgGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/92sfSvaPgyU/s72-c/100_1680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1685386006678687884</id><published>2007-07-06T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:54:01.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm still here.  It's a mess here.  The National Guard is here now and the Federal Government has now officially taken over.  The rescuers are getting sick from the flood waters.  They found a body the first fatality so far of the flood.  He was found in a hotel room that was completely submerged in the flood waters. This said person was a male, and was said that he refused to leave his hotel room when the evacuations took place.  Pour soul, he probably didn't realize that it was going to get this bad.  FEMA is here, and they are passing out cases of bottle water.  We are instructed to go and get what we need each day or evening.  They ask how many is in your family and give it to you accordingly.  I got my first 2 cases tonight.  With what I bought I now have 5 cases of water.  We have water but we can not drink the water.  We are advised not to get it into our ears, eyes, or mouths.  It's very toxic.  We still can not do laundry, as we are still under orders to conserve our water.  Wednesday I went to Bartlesville and my bestest friend was so gracious to let me use her shower to bathe, wash my hair and shave my legs.  I am so tired and stressed out.  I can not imagine how the flood victims feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of you have asked how close I am to the actual flooding.  I live 8 to 10 blocks west of the Mandatory evacuations took place.  Nobody on the west side of the rail road tracks was effected by the flood, myself included and I can only think God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a video on You tube that is of the floods here in coffeyville.  I don't know who the song is by but I love the song, it seems to fit the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W__5O1Vj-M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W__5O1Vj-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1685386006678687884?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1685386006678687884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1685386006678687884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1685386006678687884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1685386006678687884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-im-still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5149655326049875353</id><published>2007-07-03T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:39:39.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More News from water logged Cville....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RorcNdvYgBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uFrKnHJquqI/s1600-h/pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083117253320802322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RorcNdvYgBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uFrKnHJquqI/s320/pets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Volunteers Hailey Sokoll (left), Desire Sokoll (center), and Emily Wright (right) scrub an oil covered cat at a temporary animal shelter stationed in LeClere Park. Many animals rescued from flooded streets and residences are being housed at the shelter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets being rescued from oily flood waters : Kassie Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEYVILLE, Kan. — With oily water covering east Coffeyville, and displaced residents moved to shelters; there’s one question many wonder – what happened to their pets?Pets were left behind in homes during Saturday and Sunday’s frantic evacuations when the Verdigris River spilled over the levee. Firefighters and rescue crews have been searching for lost pets. A temporary animal shelter has been built for them at LeClere Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“We have at least forty volunteers who are helping with the cause,” said Coffeyville firefighter Jon Graham. “They’re a great group of people. So far, we have about 25 pens set up with animals. There’s a select few that are saturated with oil, so we have a decontamination area set up to clean them.“Other than that, things are going pretty well. People who have lost their pets or had to leave them behind are encouraged to come to LeClere Park to check,” Graham said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“We currently have a registry list started for people to report missing animals. Since we can’t contact everyone if their pet is found, people should check back periodically for updates.”Tammi Caresio, one of the leaders for the animal shelter volunteers said she had concern for the many oil drenched animals.“It’s really sad to see dogs and cats like this. We had several puppies and kittens covered in oil who have required several baths. The volunteers are working hard though to get the job done,” said Caresio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caresio also reported that boats are still being sent to submerged homes for pet rescues.“They’re not just stray animals. The fire department has found them all around town,” added Caresio. “I think two pets were picked up today by their owners. When all this dies down, hopefully pets and owners will be reunited.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karli Aitken, Alec Rigdon and several other volunteers were eager to aid the situation in some way.“Me and my friend Jason went by the Red Cross, just asking to help. We went to the fire department then and they sent us down here to help clean animals,” Aitken said. “About four kittens we cleaned were doused in oil, and the cat we just finished cleaning seems sick from it. I suggest anyone who has the means to help - do it. Our city is in dire need.”“You can’t help but feel sad for them. After washing a dog three times just to get one layer of oil off, it hits your heart,” said Rigdon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subway donated sandwiches for volunteers, and Sonic offered cups and drinks.“Various individuals have given dog food, cat food, and pet taxis. We really appreciate the help. Those with spare pet taxis are more than welcome to bring them up to the park,” added Graham. Residents who have left pets behind should contact the fire department at 252-6148, or stop by LeClere Park to fill out the registry list. Address and house key will be needed by fire personnel in order to make entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update — City water no longer safe: Joseph Thomas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;COFFEYVILLE, Kan. — At 3:30 p.m. the water in Coffeyville was declared no longer safe to drink.The fears of the city staff were realized as water pressure dropped to a level where the river water contaminated the potable water supply."The city of Coffeyville has an emergency situation with the water supply," said Cindy Price, city clerk. "This includes Coffeyville and all areas receiving water from the city of Coffeyville."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This includes the following water systems: Coffeyville, Dearing, South Coffeyville, Montgomery County Rural Water District Nos. 7, 10, 11, 14, 1, 1C, Labette County Rural Water District No. 6 and Nowata County Rural Water District No. 7."Any water for consumption should be brought to a vigorous rolling boil for one to three minutes," said Price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Use only boiled or bottled water for drinking. Please continue to conserve and use water for essential purposes only."The water can still be used for bathing or similar functions, but conservation is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the Fourth of July Celebration planned at Veteran’s Memorial Stadium has been cancelled.The cancellation was necessitated by the failure of the wastewater system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083118971307720738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RordxdvYgCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f8TAcHIFrCs/s320/flood1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Businesses along U.S. Highways 166 / 169 on the northeast side of Coffeyville are covered with flood water after the Verdigris River topped its levee on Sunday. The black in the water is oil from a spill at a refinery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5149655326049875353?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5149655326049875353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5149655326049875353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5149655326049875353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5149655326049875353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-news-from-water-logged-cville.html' title='More News from water logged Cville....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RorcNdvYgBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uFrKnHJquqI/s72-c/pets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7679519749466439220</id><published>2007-07-02T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:40:39.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I see that we have made national news, so sad that something like this had to happen to do it. If you want pics message me and I'll email them to you, the ones i'll email you aren't ones that I took myself, I was emailed them and will pass them on to those of you who want to see the ever engrossed river we now have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon on the scanner they were rescueing dog after dog, how could people leave their dogs? I just don't understand that would be the first thing I put in my truck, if i had children they would be the second (AHAH, no really the children first each carrying a dog damnit!). Cats they can climb trees and jump to high things like shelves, dogs? They don't do so well climbing, or jumping. I don't know maybe they thought it would get this bad, and thought that their animals would be safe. My heart goes out to those who have lost everything they cherrished. It's a sad ordeal, and it's not even over yet. It's only receded about a foot since this morning. And there is more to come. MOre damns have to be opened :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving you some pics and a news insert from the cville journal, which is &lt;a href="http://www.cjournal.com/"&gt;http://www.cjournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082809295575744498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RonEH9vYf_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zqmZNXWlaxU/s320/coop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The refinery that is east of town. See that black stuff yeah, that's oil. This whole entire town stinks ever worse then it did before that spill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082809617698291714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RonEatvYgAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ovhg95Onq7I/s320/fishin+pup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one was taken in Independence, Kansas a community 15 miles north of where I live.  Also the town I used to work in until December.  I thought it was cute to se this little boy trying to fish and that pup going "DUDE, that's a big bath tub." :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the article from the cjournal website.  HAHAHA, just read the way these people talk.  Yup, redneck country :) AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Residents on north side also deal with floodingDaniel Walker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEYVILLE, Kan. — While the media and official attention has focused on Coffeyville's east side due to the petrocarbon spill in flood waters, residents on Coffeyville's north side are also dealing with devastating flooding.Betty Battaglear had to be forcibly removed from her home on N. Willow Sunday night by Coffeyville firefighters and EMTs as flood water rose and eventually overflowed the first floor of her house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I didn't want to leave," she said gesturing down the flooded street at her house. "But my granddaughter called the police on me." On her second story porch, a dog paced nervously as the water circled inches below. "We were able to get most everything upstairs," she said, then pointed to a half submerged lower level window. "Except my washer and dryer, that's where they are, behind that window, under the water."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the north of her, roofs and chimneys of a dozen half submerged homes poked up from the muddy water, car tops shimmered in the water, and residents seemed dazed, and shocked.Two houses south of Battaglear, Jim Colbert said the water completely filled his first floor but he was also able to get most of his belongings to the second floor, except for a deep freeze. "I never expected it could get this high, I guess they (the police) didn't expect it to get this high. They hand delivered notices warning people on down the street. But I was standing in the yard when the two of them just drove by me."Colbert said that the water slowly marched up the road to his house and all he could do was watch "My neighbor was just sick, that's his jacuzzi floating behind the fence," Colbert said pointing to the back yard next door.Around the corner on Sterling St., Richard Henry said he left around 9 p.m. Saturday as flood water rose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took his family and fled, expecting the worst. Sunday morning, water was up two steps of his four step porch. "It was still slowly climbing when I left again Sunday night," he said. He reached the top of the third step early Monday, but by 10 a.m. Monday the water level had dropped a foot. "We got incredibly lucky," he said, adding that he did lose an old lawnmower that flooded in his garage.Carolyn Hoover, next door to Henry, said she wasn’t going to leave. The water flooded her yard and garage, but an elevated foundation kept her house dry. “I’ve lived right her for 45 years and didn’t think it could get this high.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight all. Talk to ya all tomorrow!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7679519749466439220?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7679519749466439220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7679519749466439220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7679519749466439220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7679519749466439220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga continues...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RonEH9vYf_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zqmZNXWlaxU/s72-c/coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6401390008594544120</id><published>2007-07-01T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:38:12.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Flood Gates Open...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohiVtvYf-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z87FrCuvPb4/s1600-h/flood8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082420304682713058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohiVtvYf-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z87FrCuvPb4/s320/flood8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you look really hard you can see the top of a red car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohiJdvYf9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/gG01opLnyqo/s1600-h/flood7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082420094229315538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohiJdvYf9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/gG01opLnyqo/s320/flood7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohh59vYf8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/el3iwKDFWoc/s1600-h/flood6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082419827941343170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohh59vYf8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/el3iwKDFWoc/s320/flood6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohhudvYf7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-aSgwHQFhKk/s1600-h/flood5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohhc9vYf6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/P7a8xT_0khY/s1600-h/flood4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082419329725136802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohhc9vYf6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/P7a8xT_0khY/s320/flood4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohhN9vYf5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/C2kfbTk7rRw/s1600-h/flood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082419072027099026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohhN9vYf5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/C2kfbTk7rRw/s320/flood3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohhCdvYf4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/p2voGQWTVfs/s1600-h/flood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082418874458603394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohhCdvYf4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/p2voGQWTVfs/s320/flood2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohg5dvYf3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/57wNos0PNFM/s1600-h/flood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082418719839780722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rohg5dvYf3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/57wNos0PNFM/s320/flood1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO FREAKING TIRED...I have had friends here they had to evacuate, they are now at their aunts who is clear (for now) from the floods...it will start again when they open another damn just north of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THe people and their damn fire works are getting on my last damn nerve!!! I really really dispise the 4th of July!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i'm out of here....for now...take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6401390008594544120?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6401390008594544120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6401390008594544120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6401390008594544120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6401390008594544120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-flood-gates-open.html' title='And the Flood Gates Open...'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RohiVtvYf-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z87FrCuvPb4/s72-c/flood8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-904267246020147976</id><published>2007-06-30T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:24:19.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Levy Breaks....</title><content type='html'>Everyone evacuates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what is going on as of right now in my little neck of the woods.  Last night we had severe rain.  I was at the bachorlette party and had to wade to my truck (ruined my brand new sandles, grrr).  Took me 30 minutes to drive to one side of the town to the other when it should only take me 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fall River, Ks they levy broke in the Verdigis river.  Which means BAD NEWS FOR COFFEYVILLE.  Well really only the eastern part of coffeyville.  I took home someone from long john silvers tonight.  They are doing a mandatory evacuation.  Ambulances going up and down the streets stating "This is a mandatory evacuation, please grab what you can and a bus will be here in 30 minutes to pick you up, if need be."  So yeah, it sucks to be on that side of town right now.   THey are sandbagging the river but that is not going to do much.  It flooded the other night too, they should of sand bagged it then.  But, of course they probably didn't know a levy would break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a customer come thru drive thru this evening, drunker then a skunk, and said "The river is broken" LOL, I just about busted up laughing in his face.  Ididn't I shut the window then turned around and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Grand lake opened up their flood gates to take in the extra water it helped a little bit but the emergency personal are still going through with this so this may actually happened.  I don't think it will effect me because I'm 4 blocks from where they advised the warned area.  Lets hope that you don't see me floating away in the news!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-904267246020147976?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/904267246020147976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=904267246020147976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/904267246020147976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/904267246020147976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-levy-breaks.html' title='When the Levy Breaks....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-147444996300557066</id><published>2007-06-28T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:02:12.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The LIfe of a single woman....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the past 2 days (last night and tonight) I have been reading a book "With Hope" it's a very good book staying up until 2 last night reading almost half of it, and tonight reading, only have 200 more pages of the 599 page book left to read. I'l probably finish tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love reading I just never set the time aside to do so. SO I figure I have no life, so why the heck am I not reading? Why the heck am I not pouring myself into stories of girls who get the man of their dreams, even though they don't know yet they are the man of their dreams. It's always nice to pretend that girl is yourself. Is that sick? Do i need help? LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081329730881879842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSCd9vYfyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7kjTiYj144Q/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;IT's set in the 1930' s in southern Oklahoma and it's a really great book, y'all should check it out sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I being the single woman and have nothing else better to do took the book ran a bubble back and lit candles and red the book. Okay that proves it I'm sick! AND YES I do have pictures (no not of me in the tub, that just um Crude and not to mention NASTY) of the bathroom in candle lite and my pretty bubbles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't know how much you all really want to see a bathtub full of bubbles and candles burning, but I told ya I would at least post once a day with pictures of something that happened or I did in my life. HAHAHAHA didn't know whatcha were in fer did ya?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081330564105535282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSDOdvYfzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i821Mb9opZw/s320/100_1606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Forget the date, my camera is stupid...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081330791738801986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSDbtvYf0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SgS25zIN4nI/s320/100_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081331023667035986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSDpNvYf1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ij1Bcvk2oAk/s320/100_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081331221235531618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSD0tvYf2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vu-9-StiBZo/s320/100_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow night I'm going to a bachorlette party and I'm gonna drink again YEAH!!!!!! I'll most deffiantly be taking pictures of that too YIPPE :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-147444996300557066?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/147444996300557066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=147444996300557066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/147444996300557066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/147444996300557066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-of-single-woman.html' title='The LIfe of a single woman....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RoSCd9vYfyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7kjTiYj144Q/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-1971265269889552643</id><published>2007-06-27T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:42:32.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new changes</title><content type='html'>I figured since I've been neglecting my blog lately, that I would make some changes :)  Yes, changes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will from now on blog at least 1 time daily, and will have at least 1 new photo of some sort for all of you to see :)  I will also finish my Untitled story but on another blog that I will attach to this one.  I have not been fair to all of you, and I'm sorry about that.  I have not had the urge to write for a long long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm detailing my house, with clorox, yes, clorox.  I get in this funk were I think that everything is germy and I HAVE to clean it with steamy hot water and clorox.  I even am washing everything I own in hot water.  I'm weird I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 5 pounds in 3 days, depression kind of rocks that way.  I have come to my senses and realized that I'm battling depression.  I have an appointment with my pyshician to see what can be done.  FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to work I go high ho.  OH i had to have an internal sonogram done today in bartlesville.  They found an assist on my ovary almost the size of a grape fruit.  YIPES!!! I have another appointment in a month to figure out if surgery is the best way to take care of it.  Fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-1971265269889552643?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/1971265269889552643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=1971265269889552643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1971265269889552643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/1971265269889552643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-changes.html' title='new changes'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2931482397466595565</id><published>2007-06-24T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:25:22.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum..</title><content type='html'>So nothing much to report on the "Bubba" issue.  The dogs have freaked out a couple of times for no apparent reason.  Other than that, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty much lazy for the past week, and my house shows it too.  I've been in a blah mood, yup, imagine that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So totally off the previous subjects here, but what is up with people dumping their dogs off or letting them loose?  There is this cute little black dog down by where my parents live.  Friday night myself and 2 others tried to get him, one of my friends wanted to take him and give him a home.  He would on the live of him let us get him.  My fat ass ran, yes actually ran to catch this silly dog.  Someone had dumped him off, and he seems to be really scared of people.  Course if three people were running after me I would be scared too, guess we could of handled it better than that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen tonight another long haired black dog with a blue charm on his collar looked so extremely lost down by my house.  I tried to get him to see what his charm said so I could take him back to his family, what did he do? Ran.  Why run from someone who is trying to help you back home?  Id on't understand animals sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I see a dog, cat (even though I don't pretically  like them) lost and looking for it's home, I'm thankful that I have my babies safely locked up in the house. And I do give them extra lovins at those times too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty tired, from what I don't know didn't do a damn thing other than work for 4 hours this morning.  ANd my bath is almost read for me to hop in it.  So I'm calling this it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care to all in bloggers land :) Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2931482397466595565?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2931482397466595565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2931482397466595565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2931482397466595565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2931482397466595565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum..'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-7563824821240648729</id><published>2007-06-17T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:01:05.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Return of "Bubba"</title><content type='html'>Okay, this has been one very strange night.  I'm sitting in my living room watching the movie "The Lake House" trying to figure the damn thing out.  When I hear what sounds like rain on the window air unit and tapping of glass on my windows.  I look out and nothing, it's not raining.  So naturally I think it's the ceiling fan making noises again.  Then about an half hour later I hear what resembles a glass bottle rolling across the floor. I look behind my chair and again nothing.  I'm a little freaked out at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months back I had my dad check the attack because i thought there was a cat up there I heard it meowing and in the mornings I would hear what sounded like a glass bottle rolling around up there.  He looked nothing.  A couple of nights after that I saw the cat outside the one that was meowing.  I have not seen him since.  I know this doesn't make sense to you all.  But it does to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would hear the bottle above my bed while I was sleeping.  Tonight I heard it while I was in the living room and it sounded like it came from right behind my chair.  I do believe "Bubba" is back, or at least if he hasn't left he is making himself known again.  Or this too, i could be going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I thought he was gone I told him to leave, and I didn't have anything strange happen.  Lately though I have felt like I'm being watched.  At night I feel a strange presence in my house, but this time it doesn't feel as freindly as it did before.  I feel like in the corner of a room in the shawdows there is something watching me.  I don't know maybe it's like I said I'm giong crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to sleep now, or at least try.  So i can get up and go to a job that I absolutely hate, and hopefully will get fired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-7563824821240648729?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/7563824821240648729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=7563824821240648729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7563824821240648729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/7563824821240648729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-return-of-bubba.html' title='And the Return of &quot;Bubba&quot;'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5689903804471578510</id><published>2007-06-16T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:11:03.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMe</title><content type='html'>I got this from my girl BarnGoddess' page:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove the blog from the top, move all blogs up one, add yourself to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://bloggingobsession.blogspot.com/" href="http://bloggingobsession.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blogging Obsession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://ajerseymum.blogspot.com/" href="http://ajerseymum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jersey Mum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://deepershadesofred.blogspot.com/" href="http://deepershadesofred.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deeper Shades of Red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramblingsfromthereservation.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ramblings From The Reservation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored In Kansas (i don't know how to make it so you can click on it and go to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to tag: 5 people who want to do this MeMe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt; Lets see that would of been June of 1997. I was 17 years old and working at Taco Tico. I was in love with my boyfriend that I would end up dating for 5 1/2 years. It was the summer of my senior year, and I was living life to the fullest. I guess like every 17 year old. Boy to have those days back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; I was trying to decide if calling off my wedding was such a good idea. Also I was getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Five Snacks I Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Doritos and French Onion Dip&lt;br /&gt;b.) Carrot Sticks and French Onion Dip&lt;br /&gt;c.) Chips and cheese dip (starting to see a pattern yet?)&lt;br /&gt;d.) Cinnamon and brown sugar pop tarts&lt;br /&gt;e.) Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Five Songs That I Know All The Lyrics To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Bat out of Hell - Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;b.) Schools out - Alice Cooper&lt;br /&gt;c.) Crazy Train - Ozzy Obourne&lt;br /&gt;d.) Oops I did it again - Britney Spears (DON'T LAUGH)&lt;br /&gt;e.) Graduation Song - Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Five Things I Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;b.) Help my parents finish up their new house&lt;br /&gt;c.) Buy a Mini Cooper&lt;br /&gt;d.) Invest some in the stock market, why not I'm young.&lt;br /&gt;e.) NEVER WORK AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Smoking&lt;br /&gt;b.) Cussing&lt;br /&gt;c.) Not doing my dishes in a timely manner&lt;br /&gt;d.) Never going out and always just staying home.&lt;br /&gt;e.) Not likeing other people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Things I Like To Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Spend time with family when I get the chance&lt;br /&gt;b.) Reading&lt;br /&gt;c.) Jigsaw Puzzles&lt;br /&gt;d.) Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;e.) Staying at home by myself with my puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Things I Would Never Wear Again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) those footless tights with the lace around the ankles&lt;br /&gt;b.) a bikini&lt;br /&gt;c.) thong underwear&lt;br /&gt;d.) huge framed glasses&lt;br /&gt;e.) stone washed jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Five Favorite Toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) digital camera&lt;br /&gt;b.) truck&lt;br /&gt;c.) my new vacum cleaner&lt;br /&gt;d.) my puppies&lt;br /&gt;e.) Jigsaw puzzles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5689903804471578510?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5689903804471578510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5689903804471578510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5689903804471578510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5689903804471578510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/meme.html' title='MeMe'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6009284974791123192</id><published>2007-06-07T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:07:03.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and the Thunder rolls.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was outside on my way to get a free root beer float at sonic when I noticed the sky. So i ran back in and grabed my camera, I only had few minutes of battery power left but this is what I got :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073507797151410482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rmi4df5iaTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/30uoD3lkNjI/s320/100_1597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073507638237620514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rmi4UP5iaSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NmNR1cbOk4Q/s320/100_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073508016194742594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rmi4qP5iaUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/82NTAS_aDkw/s320/100_1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073509021217089906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rmi5kv5iaXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2HPePr9lLG8/s320/pretty+clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6009284974791123192?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6009284974791123192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6009284974791123192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6009284974791123192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6009284974791123192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-thunder-rolls.html' title='and the Thunder rolls.....'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/Rmi4df5iaTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/30uoD3lkNjI/s72-c/100_1597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2691948960843885085</id><published>2007-06-03T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:47:10.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>night of druken bliss</title><content type='html'>Untitled part 3 will be posted later this week :) for those of you who are waiting )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On May 25th I attended my cousins wedding and well lets just say that I drank 2 bottles of really cheap champaigne all by myself. So I thought I would share some photos of my drunken bliss with you :) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The one of katie I posted only because she so cute and adorable and looks like she drunk also LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMgcL7U_rI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYSnFXeJM24/s1600-h/100_1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071933273959366322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMgcL7U_rI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYSnFXeJM24/s320/100_1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMeob7U_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/h-xNwy2HXfo/s1600-h/drinking+`07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071931285389508162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMeob7U_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/h-xNwy2HXfo/s320/drinking+%6007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071932101433294450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s320/drunk+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMgGL7U_qI/AAAAAAAAADE/AgR9Dtisf6U/s1600-h/drunk+as+a+skunk+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071932896002244258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMgGL7U_qI/AAAAAAAAADE/AgR9Dtisf6U/s320/drunk+as+a+skunk+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is of my cousin Krissy (not the one that got married) and a family friend. Thank God Krissy was there she drove my drunk as a skunk ass home. I'd would be walking from about 4 miles out of the country to about 6 miles to my house. If that makes sense at all. LOL. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMg5b7U_sI/AAAAAAAAADU/RGDtFN3jfB0/s1600-h/100_1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071933776470539970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMg5b7U_sI/AAAAAAAAADU/RGDtFN3jfB0/s320/100_1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMh2L7U_tI/AAAAAAAAADc/f5JbAMG5hLk/s1600-h/100_1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071934820147592914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMh2L7U_tI/AAAAAAAAADc/f5JbAMG5hLk/s320/100_1592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this one because I'm like "What the Hell?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMjJ77U_wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4yqpMOVMP5E/s1600-h/100_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071936258961637122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMjJ77U_wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4yqpMOVMP5E/s320/100_1573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa baby! That flash is bright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMjtb7U_yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zbMV9AheQys/s1600-h/100_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071936868846993186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMjtb7U_yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zbMV9AheQys/s320/100_1570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'll take my own picture thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMjcr7U_xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5-OX-zxo8N8/s1600-h/100_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMkr77U_zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UZYCqRu5hng/s1600-h/100_1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071937942588817202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMkr77U_zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UZYCqRu5hng/s320/100_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right: (top row) Lana my cousin (brides aunt), Cami the bride, Krissy (my cousin sister of the bride). Bottom row: E, brides daughter, and K grooms niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMler7U_0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4puPu5MEdgM/s1600-h/100_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938814467178306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMler7U_0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/4puPu5MEdgM/s320/100_1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture of the whole night. Camie and her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMfX77U_nI/AAAAAAAAACs/893BSx-5Xtg/s1600-h/drunk+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's all :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2691948960843885085?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2691948960843885085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2691948960843885085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2691948960843885085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2691948960843885085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-of-druken-bliss.html' title='night of druken bliss'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/RmMgcL7U_rI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYSnFXeJM24/s72-c/100_1598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-2376459590840984701</id><published>2007-05-19T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:47:39.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untiled part 2</title><content type='html'>I left the room. I'd be damned if I will let that worthless piece of shit see me cry.  He hurt me in such away that nobody has ever had.  He was my best friend, my soul mate, and this is how he repaid me.  I'm not stupid I knew exactly what he was doing and when it all started.  I saw all the red flags, all the warnings.  I just really never wanted to really have to face it, but, I guess the day has come, the day that all wives dread.  The day when their husbands leave you for another woman.  How was I going to explain this to my children or even my family and friends?  Will they blame me for it?  Surely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in the upstairs bathroom, and slid down the door.  My knees to my chest and my head ontop of them.  Tears flowed down my face, steamy hot tears.  My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.  This couldn't be happening, my life couldn't be ending, not like this.  I lifted my head up and looked around my bathroom.  I needed something to throw, something to break.  But, everything I found I couldn't throw or break, because he gave it to me.  I still loved this jerkoff of a man.  God help me I do.   Someone knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a minute."  I said as I went to the sink to wash my face.  I looked at myself in the mirror, for only being thirty-two years old I looked like the living dead.  His voice came from the other side of the door.   "Your sister is here." I heard his footsteps as he walked away and down the hall.  Great that's all I need my sister, I didn't want to see anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-2376459590840984701?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/2376459590840984701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=2376459590840984701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2376459590840984701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/2376459590840984701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/05/untiled-part-2.html' title='untiled part 2'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-6495380335680702662</id><published>2007-05-16T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:50:47.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>It was a late August afternoon and there was smell of rain in the air.  I sat down in my chair in the den with my cup of iced tea and looked outside my picture window.  I saw my children running through the sprinkler, laughing having fun, being carefree.  I sat there and stared  wondering what happen, why my life took such a sharpe turn.  I sure didn't see the ramp with the big exit sign that somehow my life turned off on.  I saw my daughter her golden blonde hair glisten in the sun, her baby blue eyes sparkled with such life.  I saw my son, dark chestnut hair and almond colored eyes, he was the spitten image of my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amanda did you hear me?" His voice brought me back to the moment, the moment that I dreaded having, the moment I knew would soon come, but never wanted it to be here.  "Amanda..."  He said again.  I looked up at him, tall dark and handsome.  I still melt everytime I see him.  "George, what do you want me to say?" I asked him.  He sighed and sat down on the couch across from me.  "Well first of all did you hear one damn word I said?" He asked with more fiercenss in his voice.  A voice that I haven't heard in many years.  "Yes." I said oh so calmly.  This I could see was really pissing him off, he was trying to keep his cool but I saw the sweat starting to form on his forehead.  "Damnit Amanda, this is not some kind of game.  This is serious." He said.  I laughed.  "George, I can't believe you are implying that I'm not taking this serious."  He got up and started pacing, I could see the hamster was really starting to turn that wheel inside his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want me to say?"  I asked.  I took a sip of my iced tea.  "How about you feed me the lines, and I'll repeat them if that would make you feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOD! I don't know why I even try!!!" He shouted, so loud my daugther Casey, who was outside playing turned around and looked in the window.  Smiling I got up and opened the window.  "Mommy...is everything okay?" She asked her blue eyes filled with concern.  "Yes, sweetie everything is fine.  Now go play." I said and shut the window.   I whipped around and stared him down.  "Keep your voice down." I hissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally some emotion." He said.  I laughed again.  "George, is that what you wanted emotion?" I asked.  He nodded.  I flung my glass at his head, of the son of a bitch ducked and it shattered against the wall, instead of on his head, where I intended it to.  "Well that's all you are getting." I said as I walked passed him.  He grabbed my arm, not in a harmful way, but just so I could't go anywhere.   He looked at me, with those brown eyes, I almost caught myself melting for him again.  "Amanda..."  he started.  I stopped him from continuing by putting my finger to his mouth.  "If you want to go screw your secretary, I can't stop you, but just know this, and you listen real good.  I've loved you with all my heart and soul, and you repay me by screwing the first hot blonde that comes your way.  I will have your balls in my hand when this is all said and done.  I will take you for everything you've got, and I will not blink once while doing it.  Now get your things and leave." I said and I yanked my arm from his grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-6495380335680702662?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/6495380335680702662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=6495380335680702662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6495380335680702662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/6495380335680702662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411996492104519628.post-5273119812092510202</id><published>2007-05-15T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:00:01.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few jokes</title><content type='html'>PERSPECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ways to look at everything ...My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asks, 'Do you know her?''Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating  that long?'... So you see, there really are 2 ways to look at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENEMIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A preacher was wrapping up his sermon on anger and enemies.  He asked the congregation if there were anyone out there that had enemies, half of the congregation raised their hands.  He then went into more detail as to what he was trying to say.  And asked again how many people out there had enemies.  All but 1 person an elderly lady raised their hands.  He called upon the elderly lady.  "Ms Pearson, you have no enemies?" He asked.  She shook her head no.  He called her up to the front.  SHe waddled herself up to the front of the congregation.  "Ms. Pearson may I ask how old are you?" She smiled and said "I'm ninety-eight years old." and he said "Well Ms. Pearson that is amazing that you don't have any enemies at your tender age.  How did you manage to do that?" She smiled towards the congregation and proudly said "Because I've outlived all the bitches."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8411996492104519628-5273119812092510202?l=butterflychic27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/feeds/5273119812092510202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8411996492104519628&amp;postID=5273119812092510202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5273119812092510202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411996492104519628/posts/default/5273119812092510202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflychic27.blogspot.com/2007/05/few-jokes.html' title='A few jokes'/><author><name>butterfly_chic26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09148885716096681908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWhAw0CsnF0/SXAsjVqHlfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVjytnomOXs/S220/susan3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
