<?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-7888592370486828794</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:22:30.381-05:00</updated><category term='no shit'/><category term='fuckwits'/><category term='get a life'/><category term='white trash'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='blue balls is the least of their worries'/><category term='whatever will be will beeeee'/><category term='fuck you AEH'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='red heads have WAY more fun'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='merry christmas'/><category term='gobble gobble'/><category term='those crazy kids'/><category term='the brother is a pompous ass too'/><category term='leave it alone or it will fall off'/><category term='stupid grass who needs it anyway?'/><category term='screw the fuckwit'/><category term='new house'/><category term='all work and no play makes Kathy very boring :)'/><category term='Cape Cod'/><category term='who needs it anyway'/><category term='kidlins'/><category term='lobstah'/><category term='I love my kid'/><category term='summer'/><category term='truth and consequences'/><category term='super troopers'/><category term='hobbies are good'/><category term='evil spawn'/><category term='buyer beware'/><category term='you can&apos;t make this shit up'/><category term='being sick sucks'/><category term='family'/><category term='classes'/><category term='defining moments'/><category term='PC'/><category term='better than sex sandwich'/><category term='just for you'/><category term='lucky I&apos;m union or I&apos;d be out of a job'/><category term='liberty and justice for all'/><category term='cancer sucky sucks that bastard'/><category term='grass is not always greener but hey at least I have some?'/><category term='secret service hotness'/><category term='I hate kids'/><category term='eye candy'/><category term='it&apos;s a Jeep Thing you wouldn&apos;t understand'/><category term='what to do'/><category term='hokey pokey my ass'/><category term='did you just say meow'/><category term='exploding cranium'/><category term='Father schmather'/><category term='apples'/><category term='fuck the fuckers that are fucked'/><category term='shit stinks'/><category term='play me Thunder Road'/><category term='liar'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='people are fucking stupid'/><category term='life sucks sometimes'/><category term='that&apos;s going to leave a mark'/><category term='stupid coach girl'/><category term='it&apos;s a boy thing'/><category term='peyton place wasn&apos;t all it&apos;s cracked up to be'/><category term='people really are stupid'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='beer is great'/><category term='trampoline'/><category term='school'/><category term='mmm onion rings'/><category term='should I get another?'/><category term='fools and their money are soon parted'/><category term='just not with your underwear'/><category term='accounting hell'/><category term='not sure exactly what ass smells like but it&apos;s not pleasant..'/><category term='kids are dumb'/><category term='dip is always good'/><category term='Ritchie was a funny funny man'/><category term='what was I thinking'/><category term='putz'/><category term='owning your mistakes'/><category term='you cant make this shit up'/><category term='Hawaii wicked rocks'/><category term='secrets are stupid'/><category term='her children are evil spawn'/><category term='living well is the best reward'/><category term='spin cycle'/><category term='holy hotness batman'/><category term='yippee'/><category term='junk food'/><category term='I still have homework.'/><category term='I should live in a concrete jungle'/><category term='FFW'/><category term='cleaning is overrated'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='opinions are like assholes'/><category term='there&apos;s no place like home'/><category term='a tree is not a vegetable'/><category term='I&apos;m not as dumb as she thinks I am'/><category term='attached at the hip kids'/><category term='karma ran over his dogma'/><category term='Lions and tigers and bugs'/><category term='stupid people should be shot'/><category term='this is some funny stuff'/><category term='little shits should choke'/><category term='Pseudo rocks'/><category term='you&apos;re all wicked pissa'/><category term='leeches'/><category term='beach'/><category term='teenager my ass'/><category term='karma'/><category term='walmart freaks'/><category term='we&apos;re in a recession - good excuse to do some dumb shit'/><category term='run as fast as you can'/><category term='you can clean off your monitor now'/><category term='stupid quarter machine'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='kick ass'/><category term='Red Sox kick ass'/><category term='thou shalt not spit'/><category term='Crissy is the poop wrangler'/><category term='food nirvana'/><category term='forgive and forget'/><category term='Life is good'/><category term='I love my life now'/><category term='mothers and the legacies they leave behind'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='growing up sucks'/><category term='my butt is going to be all fresh and clean and yours isn&apos;t lol'/><category term='put your money where your mouth is'/><category term='crazy relatives'/><category term='Big Dipper'/><category term='bring on the real party'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='get &apos;er done'/><category term='water water everywhere'/><category term='drugs are a beautiful thing'/><category term='doggies are fun'/><category term='don&apos;t get drunk on a date that you ask for'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='the beach on the Cape kicks ass'/><category term='poop does too'/><category term='friends'/><category term='just call the kid fruit snacks'/><category term='sangria'/><category term='don&apos;t dye your hair olive drab'/><category term='meme'/><category term='if the fuckwit weren&apos;t such a fuckwit she would go away'/><category term='victory'/><category term='laughter is the best medicine for anything'/><category term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category term='fuckwit the prequel'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='or told the truth'/><category term='cancer sucks'/><category term='random'/><category term='hope it gives YOU hell'/><category term='out of the mouths of babes'/><category term='stupid ping pong tables'/><category term='welcome to the benevolent dictatorship'/><category term='Manny rocks'/><category term='curiosity killed the cat'/><category term='freaks'/><category term='people are crazy'/><category term='stupidity keeps me employed'/><category term='and let them eat cake'/><category term='I am no longer a butt virgin'/><category term='unicorns'/><category term='oh my'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='whoops'/><category term='finishes'/><category term='you never know where you&apos;ll run into someone'/><category term='freakaleakadingdong'/><category term='Movie kicks ass'/><category term='how sick does a dog get'/><category term='holy hotness'/><category term='live and learn'/><category term='blue like balls in high school'/><category term='letters are wasted on ADD readers'/><category term='Friday fun'/><category term='there IS life after a parfait'/><category term='South Haven'/><category term='God is good'/><category term='work schmurk'/><title type='text'>My space.. my blog... my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>no apologies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8059098449939934694</id><published>2012-01-27T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:09:40.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter how bad you think it is?</title><content type='html'>There is always someone worse off.&amp;nbsp; I just got this email from my friend Kim, that works at a community center.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I just helped this lady with food. She hadn't eaten in two days. She was so weak and shaky... I had to sit her down and give her something to eat so she wouldn't pass out. She lives in that ratty ass motel next door. No oven. No stove. Just a microwave and a hot plate. And no can opener. So then I'm pulling down food and she starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago she had a house, a job, etc and now this is where she is. Oy vey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could only give her so much food, because of no can opener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8059098449939934694?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8059098449939934694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8059098449939934694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8059098449939934694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8059098449939934694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8059098449939934694' title='No matter how bad you think it is?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8879899702848142267</id><published>2012-01-26T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:49:47.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>You know that whole "God doesn't give you any more than you can handle" bullshit?&amp;nbsp; I think that somtimes, he might be a bit off.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; Take my sister in law, for example.&amp;nbsp; She's a good person.&amp;nbsp; Goes to church every Sunday without fail, has raised two wonderful kids with my brother and is just &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; dammit.&amp;nbsp; She's a nice person.&amp;nbsp; Always looks at the good in people.&amp;nbsp; Certainly a lot nicer than me, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does she have handed to her a husband with ALS that is completely dependant on her, her sister (equally as nice, of course) has breast cancer.&amp;nbsp; And dies two days ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&amp;nbsp; What the HELL are you thinking, God? Like she doesn't have ENOUGH???&amp;nbsp; Not funny...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you see stupid people that get handed everything, and wonder why?&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Why them?&amp;nbsp; Why can't THEY be dealt the shitty hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the universe sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Pat Sajak admits to being shitfaced more than once while taping Wheel of Fortune.&amp;nbsp; Nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8879899702848142267?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8879899702848142267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8879899702848142267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8879899702848142267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8879899702848142267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#8879899702848142267' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7482384006766336271</id><published>2012-01-24T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:35:11.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tuesday thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Monday is my least favorite day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on changing that.&amp;nbsp; Yay! Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I'm sending out at least 1-2 resumes a week.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&lt;br /&gt;What shocks me is the lack of response from so many people - not even a terse "fuckoff"...&lt;br /&gt;*updated to change that - I got a response from someone this morning.&amp;nbsp; thanks, but no thanks.&amp;nbsp; So what if I don't have Real Estate experience?&amp;nbsp; I can learn!&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plugging along here though.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm just stuck in a rut - and can't wait to get out of it and see what else is in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not paying my mortgage means that all my other bills are up to date.&amp;nbsp; What a feeling!&amp;nbsp; Sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if/why Tim Thomas went to the White House?&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; WHO CARES??&amp;nbsp; There are more important things in the world to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing all these things on forgiveness, letting go of the past, blah blah blah......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; whatever.&amp;nbsp; She's still a filthy whore.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; But really - I don't care any more.&amp;nbsp; I forgive her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Life goes on, ya know?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to my son's oldest brother (half-brother, really - but that's just details)... I felt he had a right to know that he had a younger brother.&amp;nbsp; He's 27 - it's not like he's 12 and I totally blew up his image of his father.&amp;nbsp; I know he got it because apparently he (meaning the baby-daddy) was furious about it in court.&amp;nbsp; Whatever - he's had 15 years to tell them - he's obviously not going to - so if anything, he should be mad at himself for being such a jackass.&amp;nbsp; I think they have a right to know - and to make the decision on their own if they want to know the boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they told the rest of them - because it'll get interesting once we move back that way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - happy Tuesday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7482384006766336271?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7482384006766336271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7482384006766336271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7482384006766336271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7482384006766336271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#7482384006766336271' title='Random Tuesday thoughts..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2975774523937076488</id><published>2012-01-14T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:48:05.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't quit you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday 9: I Know I'm Losing You &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever still been in a relationship that you knew was ending, but you hung in with it anyway? If yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;oh Whatever.&amp;nbsp; Fine.&amp;nbsp; Yesssssss...&amp;nbsp; My son adored him.&amp;nbsp; Bad excuse, I know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other time?&amp;nbsp; Because I loved him.&amp;nbsp; Apparently way more than he loved me.&amp;nbsp; Or himself.&amp;nbsp; Whoops.&amp;nbsp; My bad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got pregnant during that time, too.&amp;nbsp; That really brought out the true him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell why people around the world should be completely enthralled by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Um, hello - DUH... Because I'm awesome.&amp;nbsp; And funny.&amp;nbsp; And a pretty pretty princess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Other than where you live, what's your favorite city and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Who ever said where I live is my favorite city?&amp;nbsp; How about where I'm from (Boston) and my &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; favorite city is Seattle.&amp;nbsp; Oh it's just gorgeous there.&amp;nbsp; And clean.&amp;nbsp; With the mountains.&amp;nbsp; And ocean.&amp;nbsp; And it's pretty.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that it's gorgeous there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is something you are really passionate about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Wine.&amp;nbsp; I'm really loving wine these days.&amp;nbsp; I mean, shit - I'm single.&amp;nbsp; I can't be passionate about my kid - that'd be just downright creepy.&amp;nbsp; So I choose wine.&amp;nbsp; Wine is good - doesn't talk back, doesn't bitch.&amp;nbsp; And if you have enough - it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What has been your most exciting prize that you've won? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;$500 the day before I went on a vacation.&amp;nbsp; That was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think there was there a second gunman behind the grassy knoll? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;De Tonndorfer Toorvart is einfach grossartich.&amp;nbsp; What the hell kind of question is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the silliest, most fun, crazy or impractical gift that you received? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Had I been able to cash them in - my "gift certificates" for my 40th birthday.&amp;nbsp; I still have them somewhere.&amp;nbsp; They would have been awesome.&amp;nbsp; But nooooooooooooo..... we had to break up before I collected.&amp;nbsp; My bad.&amp;nbsp; But now I can say he gave me nothing for my 40th, right? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the most practical gift that you received?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Toaster oven.&amp;nbsp; I think it was the first time I was out living on my own, and my mother gave it to me for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I was so geeked.&amp;nbsp; I should have known then that my kitchen obsession would never end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What blogger has been in your blogroll the longest? How did you discover them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Erin.&amp;nbsp; We met online through a single moms group - holy SHIT it'll be 16 years in April.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; And she's one of my besties - &amp;lt;3 her!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2975774523937076488?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2975774523937076488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2975774523937076488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2975774523937076488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2975774523937076488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2975774523937076488' title='I just can&apos;t quit you.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2754436820176001611</id><published>2012-01-13T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:14:01.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've done so far today....</title><content type='html'>yep.&amp;nbsp; tax dollars once again hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 - I arrive.&amp;nbsp; Hey, it was snowing, don't give me any shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - I check tray #1 on the copier.&amp;nbsp; Horrors!&amp;nbsp; It's empty.&amp;nbsp; I fill it.&amp;nbsp; And then check on tray #2.&amp;nbsp; It's ok.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40 - I change the date on the date stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:41 - ate the rest of my delightful blueberry scone from Panera Bread.&amp;nbsp; It was free with my points or whatever they do.&amp;nbsp; Free.&amp;nbsp; I love free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:42 - 9:45 - check Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Weather.&amp;nbsp; Road conditions.&amp;nbsp; Emails.&amp;nbsp; Tempted to look for jobs, but decide that maybe that wouldn't be right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 - bring mail over to baskets.&amp;nbsp; Check for faxes.&amp;nbsp; There's one.&amp;nbsp; I paperclip it and put it into the right mail slot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 - 11:15 - check Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Weather.&amp;nbsp; Road conditions.&amp;nbsp; Emails.&amp;nbsp; Wonder what was in frozen container that I brought for lunch.&amp;nbsp; Hope it's something good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20 - open and date stamp mail.&amp;nbsp; Put into correct mail slots.&amp;nbsp; Whoops - another fax came in.&amp;nbsp; Take care of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:55 - OK, I've waited long enough.&amp;nbsp; What is in this container??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ooooh roasted butternut squash and chicken soup.&amp;nbsp; Deeeeeeelightful!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I'm on lunch for an hour.&amp;nbsp; What to do.. what to do...&amp;nbsp; OK, I'll read my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - interoffice mail has arrived.&amp;nbsp; Date stamp.&amp;nbsp; Log into computer.&amp;nbsp; File in mail slots.&amp;nbsp; check tray #1 again.&amp;nbsp; Considering there are only 5 people in here today, there's a lot of paper being used!&amp;nbsp; Fill it up AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 - 2:00...&amp;nbsp; Check Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Send a text or two.&amp;nbsp; check weather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - hey!&amp;nbsp; I can write a blog post about all this!&amp;nbsp; My exciting life.&amp;nbsp; At work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:07 - make coffee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'll read again.&amp;nbsp; Maybe check Facebook.&amp;nbsp; Emails.&amp;nbsp; Weather.&amp;nbsp; All that good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life.&amp;nbsp; Every.&amp;nbsp; Day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I get paid to do this.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2754436820176001611?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2754436820176001611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2754436820176001611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2754436820176001611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2754436820176001611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2754436820176001611' title='What I&apos;ve done so far today....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6886555973567155804</id><published>2012-01-08T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:56:17.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another meme???  Of course..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to play along - and cheers !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Never Ending Meme - Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song that always makes you sad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Michael Buble's "Home"..&amp;nbsp; especially when I'm due for a visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last thing you bought? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh geez, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; Lunch on Friday, I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you argued with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Probably Josh.&amp;nbsp; He's the only one I ever argue with - and he starts it, I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you put butter before putting the peanut butter on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;What the hell would possess someone to put butter and peanut butter together?&amp;nbsp; My father used to eat that, and it was nasty.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; Nasty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One of your stuffed animals’ names as a kid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Paco was my stuffed frog that I kept in my car.&amp;nbsp; Granted, I wasn't a kid - don't judge.&amp;nbsp; He was cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you ever at one time own a Barenaked Ladies CD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I actually own a number of them.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a problem with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite day of the week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Saturday.&amp;nbsp; The week is over, and you know that you have one more day to sleep in.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite sundae topping? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh I am such a whore for hot fudge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you take piano lessons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Good God no.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Most frequent song played?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When?&amp;nbsp; Today?&amp;nbsp; Yesterday?&amp;nbsp; Last month?&amp;nbsp; Really - you need to be a little more specific.&amp;nbsp; I mean, seriously - it depends on the mood, what's on the radio, what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. T.V. show you secretly enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; I didn't pay my cable bill and that was the only non-commercial channel that we got for like a week.&amp;nbsp; I was hooked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you rather play basketball or hockey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;PLAY??&amp;nbsp; Are you kidding me?&amp;nbsp; I'm short.&amp;nbsp; Basketball is out.&amp;nbsp; Besides - I played in the CYO league in Jr. High and Marty French was the coach.&amp;nbsp; His sister (think Coach Beast on Glee) played on the team.&amp;nbsp; She was mean.&amp;nbsp; And big.&amp;nbsp; Never again.&amp;nbsp; Hockey?&amp;nbsp; No thanks, I like my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Date someone older or younger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Right now, I'd just settle for breathing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One place you could travel right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;the Caribbean.&amp;nbsp; It's warm there.&amp;nbsp; And the ocean is gorgeous :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you use umbrellas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;This question is gay.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Is there a reason why I should?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite cheese? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;mmmmm cheeese......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The Smith’s or The Cure? &lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;WTF?&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; How old are we, 12?&amp;nbsp; How about some Springsteen in there?&amp;nbsp; Do you like me, circle Y or N.&amp;nbsp; Another dumb one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer blondes or brunettes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I really think that someone went off the deep end.&amp;nbsp; Whatever happened to a good ginger?&amp;nbsp; Come on now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best job you ever had? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;OK - total cheese answer here.&amp;nbsp; Mom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I can't wait to see what Part II is going to be like!&amp;nbsp; LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6886555973567155804?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6886555973567155804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6886555973567155804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6886555973567155804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6886555973567155804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#6886555973567155804' title='Another meme???  Of course..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2459106609957045867</id><published>2012-01-06T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:55:34.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;An interesting concept.......&amp;nbsp; I actually had this as a draft from 7/12/09.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; 2009.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; I think because there are so many questions that it was just overwhelming to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could turn back the hands of time to correct one wrongdoing, what event would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hmmmmmm this one is tough. I think that every experience makes us stronger and shapes who we are, so I'm not sure that I would "correct" anything. If I could maybe change something, it would be convincing my ex-bf to let the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8987708674171760779"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FFW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; live in the empty house. But that would have a domino effect, and change where I am now and I kind of like where I am now. But it would also have changed her outcome, and maybe she'd be back in the trailer park where she belongs.&amp;nbsp; (*this is actually the only one I answered in 2009, and I think I'll leave it..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you one for tradition? If so, what traditions do you strongly believe in? If not, what makes tradition hypocritical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I love some traditions.&amp;nbsp; Scratch tickets on Christmas morning in our stockings.&amp;nbsp; Hanging with my kid on New Year's eve.&amp;nbsp; I think hypocritical would be going to church on Christmas and no other day - but really, who cares?&amp;nbsp; WHO CARES.&amp;nbsp; Does God hear you more if you go to church?&amp;nbsp; or less if you dont?&amp;nbsp; To each their own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were taking part in an event and you had to crossplay, who would you crossplay as and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WTF?&amp;nbsp; Crossplay?&amp;nbsp; What the hell is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you only had one day left to live, how would you spend your last day? Would you be tempted to live fatally if you knew you were to die the next day, and if so, what extreme measures would you take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Live fatally?&amp;nbsp; Who the heck thinks this shit up?&amp;nbsp; I would spend my time with my family and friends.&amp;nbsp; Have a big old party - because that's how you should go out.&amp;nbsp; Having fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your top five sinful materialistic items, ones you'd expect from others including those closest to you? Why are each in the position they are in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Huh?&amp;nbsp; Sinful?&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; What am I supposed to answer to that - crack?&amp;nbsp; I don't have any truly sinful materialistic things.&amp;nbsp; I do have some materialistic things that I just love though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. My blanket on my bed.&amp;nbsp; Seriously - have you ever seen this thing?&amp;nbsp; There's a reason why we refer to it as "the sexy blanket".. the thing is so thick and fluffy it's like having a bear sleep on top of me.&amp;nbsp; Which, when it's all cold and nasty out - is pretty damn nice.&amp;nbsp; Not sure about sinful, but it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My camera.&amp;nbsp; love it!&amp;nbsp; I need to use it more, though.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had much inspiration lately, though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; My car.&amp;nbsp; I love the Wasaabi.&amp;nbsp; Heated leather seats?&amp;nbsp; The stereo system?&amp;nbsp; Make me swoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; My Bose wave radio.&amp;nbsp; If you have one - you know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; My kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Yes, &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;of it.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; I love to&amp;nbsp;cook.&amp;nbsp; I love to eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am...&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;stronger than I think sometimes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I feel... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tired lately.&amp;nbsp; It's time for some serious changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I see... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;many changes coming down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I need... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a job.&amp;nbsp; In Rhode Island.&amp;nbsp; Or Maine.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere that I can smell the ocean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;the smell of the ocean.&amp;nbsp; I never realized how much I'd miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;my family wasn't so prone to terrible, horrible, fatal sicknesses.&amp;nbsp; It really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a cure for ALS should be found.&amp;nbsp; Like... oh.... tomorrow??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hear... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dead people?&amp;nbsp; That Ashton cheated?&amp;nbsp; That Bieber's balls have dropped?&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; I hear lots of stuff - what do you hear?&amp;nbsp; the ocean when you put your ear up to a big shell?&amp;nbsp; What a dumb one this is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I crave... &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nothing at the moment.&amp;nbsp; And really, even when I was pregnant I didn't have cravings.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I know.&amp;nbsp; I crave peace.&amp;nbsp; that's it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I fear...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; dying alone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hope…&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;that my son will get to know his siblings someday.&amp;nbsp; It's his right to know them, and theirs to know him.&amp;nbsp; Just because adults are stupid doesn't mean that the next generation has to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2459106609957045867?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2459106609957045867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2459106609957045867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2459106609957045867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2459106609957045867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2459106609957045867' title='Sunday Stealings...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1440482437560017055</id><published>2012-01-06T09:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:40:59.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill ins :)</title><content type='html'>Thursday, January 5, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Discussions &lt;em&gt;about the future sometimes disturb me.&amp;nbsp; Where am I going?&amp;nbsp; What will I do?&amp;nbsp; Where will I live?&amp;nbsp; Ugh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Soon I'm going to come to the point where it is time to say&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;goodbye &lt;em&gt;to Michigan&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I'm going to be sad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think it's time&lt;em&gt; to start packing?&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;My son&amp;nbsp;almost never fails to &lt;/em&gt;put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe sometime &lt;em&gt;he can make you laugh so hard you cry, too. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;My faith in knowing that things always work out the way they should&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;maybe hanging with the girls at the FOP, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; cleaning, sleeping in &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;oh who knows.. LOL !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1440482437560017055?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1440482437560017055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1440482437560017055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1440482437560017055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1440482437560017055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1440482437560017055' title='Friday Fill ins :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2144321898953871702</id><published>2011-12-28T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:09:25.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year....</title><content type='html'>I really hope that 2012 brings lots of good things to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far 2011 has brought me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 sickly brother&lt;br /&gt;1 bitchy sister (and, to be fair - it goes both ways - sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;1 renewed sense of family &lt;br /&gt;1 house that is now entering foreclosure (it's a strategic default, people...)&lt;br /&gt;1 sense of adventure with the thought of moving back to the New England area&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I can't wait to smell the ocean any time I want, to visit family any time I want, and to be able to babysit for Michelle (I know you read here LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 2012 will bring my son some of his siblings as he will be closer.&amp;nbsp; One now knows about him, the rest can't be too far off from knowing.. And really, it's not his fault his father happens to be an asshole.&amp;nbsp; He's a great kid - it's their gain to have him in their lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&amp;nbsp; I have nothing to do at work.&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of it - while some people would love this - I do not.&amp;nbsp; It makes me nuts.&amp;nbsp; And tired.&amp;nbsp; And lazy.&amp;nbsp; I might have to take a nap now after all this typing... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the New Year - stay safe if you go out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2144321898953871702?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2144321898953871702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2144321898953871702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2144321898953871702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2144321898953871702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2144321898953871702' title='Happy New Year....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2127604052582240873</id><published>2011-12-24T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:29:51.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? LOL</title><content type='html'>Sexy Sasquatch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasquatch eating a kitten??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people NUTS?&amp;nbsp; These are some search terms that peeps have put in and found themselves at my blog.&amp;nbsp; Why would you want to see Sasquatch eating a kitten, oh person in Maryland?&amp;nbsp; That's just wrong.&amp;nbsp; Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy?&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I'd ever consider Sasquatch sexy.&amp;nbsp; Do you like hairy men?&amp;nbsp; Because that's what I'm thinking of with your "sexy sasquatch" terms...&amp;nbsp; Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&amp;nbsp; These are things that make me giggle. &amp;nbsp; Hope all is well with everyone out there - getting ready for a low-key Christmas, some good friends and great food.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2127604052582240873?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2127604052582240873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2127604052582240873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2127604052582240873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2127604052582240873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2127604052582240873' title='Seriously? LOL'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6956479468636395533</id><published>2011-12-06T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:18:49.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Reggie Bush &lt;a href="http://deadspin.com/5863368/reggie-bush-wishes-steve-gleason-who-has-an-incurable-and-degenerative-disease-a-speedy-recovery" target="_blank"&gt;a complete moron?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&amp;nbsp; To say "get well soon" to someone with ALS is equivilant to telling a blind person that they'll see you later.&amp;nbsp; Maybe even like talking to a completely deaf person that doesn't read lips.&amp;nbsp; Telling the guy with both legs amputated that you're going to race him and he'd better fun fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But then again, he did date a Kardashian, didn't he?&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALS.&amp;nbsp; Lou Gehrig's disease.&amp;nbsp; A nasty, horrible, terrible, debilitating disease.&amp;nbsp; That up until a few months ago, I only had heard of and really didn't know much about.&amp;nbsp; Now?&amp;nbsp; I know way more than I ever wanted to.&amp;nbsp; My brother was diagnosed a year ago, and I found out in September.&amp;nbsp; The whole dysfunction of not telling your siblings right away aside (that's for another post) - Jesus, this sucks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got two young kids.&amp;nbsp; A wife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A family.&amp;nbsp; And now my 6'5" brother that's always been the most stable one in the family?&amp;nbsp; He's in a wheelchair - dependent on them for everything.&amp;nbsp; Fanfuckingtastic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where am I?&amp;nbsp; Michigan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home for Thanksgiving, and sitting at my father's talking to my brothers and watching my son play with his cousins outside, I made the decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&amp;nbsp; It's time to go "home"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6956479468636395533?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6956479468636395533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6956479468636395533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6956479468636395533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6956479468636395533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6956479468636395533' title=''/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4562907224417660216</id><published>2011-11-18T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T10:16:55.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning is overrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people should be shot'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins :)</title><content type='html'>And...here we go! &lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to play along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As you can see &lt;em&gt;I once again have nothing to do at work...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;I hope to be making some great changes &lt;/em&gt;soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to buy &lt;em&gt;food.&amp;nbsp; I &amp;lt;3 food.&amp;nbsp; I'm hungry now as a matter of fact!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Food makes for great &lt;/em&gt;gift(s).&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I'm selling Tastefully Simple now.&amp;nbsp; You should check it out.&amp;nbsp; it's good stuff...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's up with &lt;em&gt;people that are just *dumb*?&amp;nbsp; I don't get it.&amp;nbsp; I come across some dooseys sometimes and it never ceases to amaze me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;The rest of my life is right there at the tops of my &lt;/em&gt;fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;hanging out and watching tv with my favorite kid, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;CLEANING (dammit!) &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;enjoy the cleanliness, because it won't last long!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4562907224417660216?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4562907224417660216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4562907224417660216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4562907224417660216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4562907224417660216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4562907224417660216' title='Friday Fill-Ins :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7869861118753792523</id><published>2011-11-10T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:20:30.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up sucks'/><title type='text'>Stuck...</title><content type='html'>Rock, meet hard place. Hard place, meet rock. Me? I’m right between the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide what to do with your life sucks. I mean it really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great job – that makes me nuts because it’s so slow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Regardless of what else I do - that &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to change.&amp;nbsp; Which sucks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a house that is OK, but I absolutely &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; my neighbors. You couldn’t ask for better neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s &lt;em&gt;unbloggable&lt;/em&gt; stuff going on at home (where I’m from, not where I live). That makes me want to move back. It could be time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I default on my mortgage and move back? I’ve been asking the bank to work with me for over a year, and I’m still waiting for answers but in the meantime I’m 60 days behind. Do I let that go to 90 – and then let them start foreclosure proceedings? Or (shocker) maybe THEN they’ll work with me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But will it matter?&amp;nbsp; It's expensive to move - I could use what I'd put toward the mortgage toward a moving truck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I quit an excellent job for… for what? Where do I work? Where do I live? Where do I put all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;STUFF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7869861118753792523?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7869861118753792523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7869861118753792523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7869861118753792523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7869861118753792523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#7869861118753792523' title='Stuck...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1356450961716865847</id><published>2011-11-07T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:47:00.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be funny</title><content type='html'>if Justin Bieber &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the baby-daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1356450961716865847?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1356450961716865847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1356450961716865847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1356450961716865847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1356450961716865847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#1356450961716865847' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be funny'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8548315460879859481</id><published>2011-10-27T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:01:23.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fools and their money are soon parted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food nirvana'/><title type='text'>random Thursday thoughts...</title><content type='html'>someone in the cubicle over from mine just said "bodacious"... what a great word that is.&amp;nbsp; I remember hearing "what a bodacious set of ta-ta's" LOL&amp;nbsp; Prolly more than once, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine lost both of her ta-ta's last week.&amp;nbsp; And another that lost one had to go in for a biopsy of a lump on the other one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why do people say "lost" them?&amp;nbsp; I mean, really, we all know where they are.&amp;nbsp; In a pathologist's lab.&amp;nbsp; They're not lost like people would make "LOST - Please call 867-5309 if found... $500 reward for my lost boobies"...&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine?&amp;nbsp; So they're gone.&amp;nbsp; Taken.&amp;nbsp; By a horrible nasty disgusting unforgiving disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your boobies people!!&amp;nbsp; And your who-ha's.&amp;nbsp; Don't forget the who-ha's (what a great word LOL) I have&amp;nbsp;another friend that had cancer of the vulva.&amp;nbsp; And she wasn't looking at it on a regular basis - lucky her boyfriend fount it for her!&amp;nbsp; So have someone check your who-ha's too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the bank to get back to me - but I did find out that one of the options was lowering my payment by almost $300/month.&amp;nbsp; THAT would be awesome.&amp;nbsp; But she also said, "but you're not behind 90 days so they may reject it"... Seriously?&amp;nbsp; I can GET to 90 days if that's what it takes.&amp;nbsp; How freaking ridiculous is that?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dumb.&amp;nbsp; there.&amp;nbsp; I said it.&amp;nbsp; They're DUMB.&amp;nbsp; Fifth-Third bank is&amp;nbsp; DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dumb... nah... forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "YUM"... Combos has a new flavor.&amp;nbsp; Buffalo blue cheese.&amp;nbsp; OMG (pronounced ohhmmmmmgggg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&amp;nbsp; Happy Thursday.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8548315460879859481?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8548315460879859481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8548315460879859481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8548315460879859481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8548315460879859481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#8548315460879859481' title='random Thursday thoughts...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7831093082444064531</id><published>2011-10-21T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:39:14.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome to the benevolent dictatorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thou shalt not spit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm onion rings'/><title type='text'>Random Friday thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; miss my Uncle Jim's onion rings.&amp;nbsp; They were the absolute best.&amp;nbsp; He used to own a small road-side fish place, and I don't know if it was the flour or the batter or how he dipped them into each more than once - but his onion rings were the absolute shit.&amp;nbsp; The best ones were the little ones that were like little breaded discs of onion all fried up.&amp;nbsp; Yum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be skinny.&amp;nbsp; Before I had the boy.&amp;nbsp; And really, even after I had the boy.&amp;nbsp; But I have realized that I really &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; food.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to eat a kidney sized piece of chicken.&amp;nbsp; i want the whole damn boob of it.&amp;nbsp; And then maybe a couple of extra bites if it's really good.&amp;nbsp; And anyone that knows me - knows I'm a good cook.&amp;nbsp; I like the stuff I make.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes too much, and then I have to give it away.&amp;nbsp; I mean, come on, I really can't eat a whole cake.&amp;nbsp; Or really, I probably &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; - but I &lt;em&gt;won't.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Even in my "zaftig" state - I know that moderation is the key.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'm Marilyn Monroe-esque.....&amp;nbsp; She wasn't skinny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was curvy.&amp;nbsp; I'm curvy.&amp;nbsp; That's what I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Arby's drive through today.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about everyone else, but I'm not a drive-through afficionado.&amp;nbsp; My friend Kim still laughs about the time we went through the Taco Bell drive through and I wanted french fries.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know!&amp;nbsp; It's a drive through - you would expect that they would have fries, right?&amp;nbsp; Apparently not.&amp;nbsp; And I was drunk.&amp;nbsp; I'll never live it down.&amp;nbsp; Well, Arby's doesn't have fries either.&amp;nbsp; They have those curly fry things - they're not fries.&amp;nbsp; They're curly potato things.&amp;nbsp; Not a fan.&amp;nbsp; So I got the onion rings.&amp;nbsp; Which made me think of Uncle Jim's onion rings.&amp;nbsp; See how it all comes together?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as I'm paying, the girl at the window asks me if I'd like "Arby's or Horsie"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==insert crickets chirping here==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; "Um.....what are those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me like I was a moron.&amp;nbsp; Nice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they're Arby's signature sauces.&amp;nbsp; The Arby's is barbeque and the horsie is a horseradish.&amp;nbsp; I took one of each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done with the drive-through.&amp;nbsp; I should stick to home made stuff.&amp;nbsp; It's better.&amp;nbsp; And better for you.&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I'm horsing around with the boy.&amp;nbsp; And he steals my seat on the couch.&amp;nbsp; so I sit on him.&amp;nbsp; Carefully, of course - because he's small and I'm not.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;So we're laughing and joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;spits&lt;/em&gt; on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp; Spit.&amp;nbsp; On me.&amp;nbsp; On purpose.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows two things will piss me off more than anything else.&amp;nbsp; Spitting and hitting a girl.&amp;nbsp; That was the end of horsing around.&amp;nbsp; I took my book and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; And washed my neck.&amp;nbsp; Where he spit.&amp;nbsp; On me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still grossed out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the worst part?&amp;nbsp; He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight?&amp;nbsp; I will learn him in the error of his ways.&amp;nbsp; He's lucky I don't believe in capital punishment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7831093082444064531?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7831093082444064531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7831093082444064531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7831093082444064531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7831093082444064531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#7831093082444064531' title='Random Friday thoughts..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4102732582156114003</id><published>2011-10-21T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:22:04.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what was I thinking'/><title type='text'>Again with the Friday fun time</title><content type='html'>And...here we go! &lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to play along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Old me would &lt;em&gt;have yelled and screamed at my child last night after he SPIT at me&lt;/em&gt;; new me would &lt;em&gt;just go to bed, which is what I did&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;I am all about &lt;/em&gt;taking responsibility.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The whole "it's not my fault [insert action here]" doesn't fly with me.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So...in a way &lt;em&gt;I can be kind of a bitch about stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;But that's not so bad, &lt;/em&gt;right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The big difference &lt;em&gt;between me and some of my friends is that I wouldn't put up with half the shit they do,&amp;nbsp; which probably explains why I'm single?&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Usually my kid &lt;/em&gt;makes me happy. &lt;em&gt;Last night? not so much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;maybe a hockey game, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;sleeping in (this seems to be a weekly theme lol) &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;maybe get some more painting done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4102732582156114003?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4102732582156114003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4102732582156114003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4102732582156114003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4102732582156114003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4102732582156114003' title='Again with the Friday fun time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3741326358251279059</id><published>2011-10-18T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:53:45.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to do'/><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>"If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And if the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Your time is limited, don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importan, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition... Everything else is secondary..." Steve Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer has been "no" for way too many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a crossroads and aren't sure which way to turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know things have to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago, I moved to give my son more "Mom" time - and it was all about him.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't take that back for the world, nor any of the experiences we've had.&amp;nbsp; Now it might be time to be all about family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My son barely knows his cousins, aunts or uncles.&amp;nbsp;He sees his grandfather once a year.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He's got a funny midwestern accent.&amp;nbsp; Do I move closer to "home"?&amp;nbsp; I don't want to work back in the city again.&amp;nbsp; I kind of like living among the cornfields (no Malachai jokes, please LOL)..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the bank to get back to me on modifying my mortgage.&amp;nbsp; They upped my payment by $250/mo last year because they figured the escrow wrong.&amp;nbsp; I've been late ever since.&amp;nbsp; I'm 2 months behind - because they told me that they really won't work with anyone that's current - they have to be 2 or more months behind - so I've paid my other bills and paid the mortgage last.&amp;nbsp; If they don't work with me, I still can't afford the increase.&amp;nbsp; Do I walk away from it?&amp;nbsp; My credit is screwed up as it is - would a foreclosure or deed-in-lieu make it &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much worse?&amp;nbsp; After all - in this economy foreclosures are more common than purchases these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great job.&amp;nbsp; One that many people would be so grateful for.&amp;nbsp; I get paid good money.&amp;nbsp; I work with great people.&amp;nbsp; But I am bored.&amp;nbsp; OUT.&amp;nbsp; OF.&amp;nbsp; MY.&amp;nbsp; MIND.&amp;nbsp; (If this is any indication - I'm typing this at work - because I have nothing to do)...&amp;nbsp; Do I look for another one?&amp;nbsp; But where?&amp;nbsp; Here?&amp;nbsp; Or "home"?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And if I go "home"?&amp;nbsp; Where will I live?&amp;nbsp; Can I get a place to live?&amp;nbsp; Can I get a job with no place to live?&amp;nbsp; Or do I start looking at schools first?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&amp;nbsp; I'm all discombombulated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3741326358251279059?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3741326358251279059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3741326358251279059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3741326358251279059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3741326358251279059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3741326358251279059' title='Life....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3568673602824995760</id><published>2011-10-14T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:29:12.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins :)</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&amp;nbsp; Click here&amp;nbsp;for some&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday fun fun fun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's easy &lt;em&gt;to tell a lie, what's hard is continuing it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Ahhhhhhhh, thank you &lt;/em&gt;my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once upon a time, &lt;em&gt;there was a girl.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to be a doctor, teacher and veterinarian.&amp;nbsp; But most of all a mother and a wife.&amp;nbsp; One out of five isn't bad, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;And she's a great mom&lt;/em&gt;... the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is &lt;em&gt;it exactly that I want to do with my life when I grow up?&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking it's probably time to figure that out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;I think I need to move "home" &lt;/em&gt;sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;chilling with my favorite kid, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;maybe more painting, then heading to a friend's for a bonfire night&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;do the laundry that has been piling up for a week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3568673602824995760?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3568673602824995760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3568673602824995760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3568673602824995760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3568673602824995760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3568673602824995760' title='Friday Fill-Ins :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6606186933504343215</id><published>2011-10-05T09:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:27:27.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth and consequences'/><title type='text'>Liar Liar pants on Fire...</title><content type='html'>Well, that's over with. Thank goodness.&amp;nbsp; I got an increase - not as much as I'd hoped for, but considering he was trying to get it decreased, it all worked out...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The interesting views on the blog have continued - I'm still curious as to who it is and what they're looking for. And for the record? Your ISP blocker? Doesn’t work so well. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Court was.. well... interesting. According to my lawyer - he looks like shit. She went on and on about it - I have to laugh. But it's sad. He's a pathetic human being and maybe it's starting to take its toll on him - keeping all the lies straight is exhausting, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really good one? I'm emailing his 70-80-something year old mother. I was like WHAT?? I couldn't tell you if the woman even HAS an email. I sent her a letter about 10 years ago (which he and I actually talked about - around 12 years ago) and send her a picture every year. No note. No nothing - just a picture. If she doesn't want them, she can send them back. But she keeps them. And somehow that morphed into me emailing her. whatever. Liar liar pants on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite, though?&amp;nbsp; That he'd see the boy - but we live in Michigan.&amp;nbsp; That's his excuse for no contact.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how he'd be if I said "hey, I'm moving home - when do you want to start your visitation?"....&amp;nbsp; Again - Liar Liar pants on fire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought up bills from 2007. I'm not even going to explain that one - except that he was reaching for stuff to whine about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I mailed his oldest a letter. He's 27, he's not a child. He's an adult. Was I right in doing so? I don't know. But I was respectful, and pretty much said - hey, you have a brother, if you'd like to know him, that's great. He’s had 15 years to tell these kids about him, and it’s obvious at this point that he never will. And really, life is short. Too short to be keeping ginormous secrets like that. It must get tiring. Exhausting. And then you look like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want some cheese with that whine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6606186933504343215?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6606186933504343215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6606186933504343215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6606186933504343215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6606186933504343215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#6606186933504343215' title='Liar Liar pants on Fire...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4427943214279589869</id><published>2011-10-03T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:40:22.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get a life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>They're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack......</title><content type='html'>Just an FYI - this blog is mine.&amp;nbsp; I own the pictures, the words, all of it.&amp;nbsp; Anything you read here could be the truth, it could be made up, or could be something in-between.&amp;nbsp; If you don't like what you see - then don't read it.&amp;nbsp; Nobody's full names are mentioned here, and if you read something and attribute it to yourself (or maybe your ex?) that's your perception - not necessarily my intention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4427943214279589869?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4427943214279589869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4427943214279589869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4427943214279589869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4427943214279589869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4427943214279589869' title='They&apos;re baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack......'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4277938786735116856</id><published>2011-10-02T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:40:22.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get &apos;er done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'>Is this week over yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm really just wanting this week to be over, and all settled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went apple picking last weekend.&amp;nbsp; I got way too many apples, and before the fruit flies set in I had to do something with them.&amp;nbsp; And then I couldn't find my apple corer/slicer/dicer thingie from Pampered Chef.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness my neighbor had one!&amp;nbsp; I spent about 2 hours coring/slicing/dicing.&amp;nbsp; I have a ton of apples now frozen (who knew you could freeze them?!?), and made a small apple crisp and a larger apple pie in a bag.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; In a bag.&amp;nbsp; A paper bag, like you get at the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; Yum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looked like when it was done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wAlSnEmEPIM/ToiE3Hs96NI/AAAAAAAAqCs/3MZ2HQ5Xt3g/s1600/pieinabag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wAlSnEmEPIM/ToiE3Hs96NI/AAAAAAAAqCs/3MZ2HQ5Xt3g/s1600/pieinabag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it tastes as good as it looks.&amp;nbsp; I had heard that these were fabulous - so I decided to try one.&amp;nbsp; I found a couple of recipes, and tweaked/combined, and cooked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday - I'm off to finish painting the spare bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I am determined to get this place finished.&amp;nbsp; Dammit.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4277938786735116856?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4277938786735116856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4277938786735116856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4277938786735116856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4277938786735116856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4277938786735116856' title='Is this week over yet?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wAlSnEmEPIM/ToiE3Hs96NI/AAAAAAAAqCs/3MZ2HQ5Xt3g/s72-c/pieinabag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8954656892460656998</id><published>2011-10-01T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Format?</title><content type='html'>This is interesting... this whole new *dynamic* format.&amp;nbsp; I will try it.&amp;nbsp; For a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Saturday thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pumpkin spice coffee.&amp;nbsp; If I had pumpkin creamer, I'd be in heaven.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I'm all about loving the pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; Yum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baking an apple pie, in a brown paper bag, in my oven.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why - but I had apples, and I've heard that baked in the bag is an out of this world experience.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, I can't believe it's October already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, I can't believe the boy is going to be 15 in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court is Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; I (thank God) don't have to be there, but I do have to be available by phone.&amp;nbsp; There's no way I could afford to fly out there for one day.&amp;nbsp; As much as I'd LIKE to be there, it just isn't feasible.&amp;nbsp; And I hear that &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/search/label/putz"&gt;he&lt;/a&gt; is "furious" that I won't have to be there, it makes me wonder why.&amp;nbsp; Because he won't get to throttle me?&amp;nbsp; He can't glare at me like he did last time?&amp;nbsp; It's not like we exchange pleasantries.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't ask how his son is.&amp;nbsp; Is it because he can't take pleasure in having his lawyer come over again and say "he just wants to make it clear he wants nothing to do with this child"?&amp;nbsp; I'm not really sure.&amp;nbsp; His issue.&amp;nbsp; Not mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to apple pie.&amp;nbsp; Zen.&amp;nbsp; Breathe in.... find a happy place.. find a happy place... find a happy place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&amp;nbsp; A happy place.&amp;nbsp; Here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBjzO1Ryi9Q/SxLBIcNB9NI/AAAAAAAAaFk/aeiYtTib6aU/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBjzO1Ryi9Q/SxLBIcNB9NI/AAAAAAAAaFk/aeiYtTib6aU/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8954656892460656998?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8954656892460656998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8954656892460656998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8954656892460656998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8954656892460656998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#8954656892460656998' title='New Format?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBjzO1Ryi9Q/SxLBIcNB9NI/AAAAAAAAaFk/aeiYtTib6aU/s72-c/IMG_3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-9148866588734685942</id><published>2011-09-30T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday fun time :)</title><content type='html'>play along &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need &lt;em&gt;a week off to get my house cleaned, it seems like&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Are all 14 (almost 15) year old boys as messy as mine?&amp;nbsp; Aiyaiyai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;em&gt; We really need to know how &lt;/em&gt;lucky we were &lt;em&gt;when we were kids.&amp;nbsp; We really could play outside until the street lights came on.&amp;nbsp; We didn't have cell phones, iPods, iPads or any of that stuff - we had to make do with cans and string.&amp;nbsp; Go figure!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A great deal &lt;em&gt;of lying went on yesterday, apparently.&amp;nbsp; Somehow "I'm not going to be able to be there because I can't afford to fly out" turned into "haha I don't have to be there"...&amp;nbsp; Dumbass.&amp;nbsp; Liar.&amp;nbsp; You think I don't save this stuff?&amp;nbsp; Think again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;I'd really like &lt;/em&gt;big tall glass &lt;em&gt;of water right now&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was announced &lt;em&gt;that the Red Sox season is over.&amp;nbsp; I'm sad.&amp;nbsp; I'm sadder that Tito will probably go as manager.&amp;nbsp; I like him.&amp;nbsp; He's cute&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;I have a LOT of &lt;/em&gt;steak knives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I have a set in a butcher block, then I have a set of stainless steel knives that I got at an estate sale - there has to be 2-3 sets in there, you could tell that they were probably a wedding gift.&amp;nbsp; And they're sharp.&amp;nbsp; I stuck a hand in the box and sliced a finger open.&amp;nbsp; So they're really sharp.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;relaxing&lt;/em&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;sleeping late, stupid TV and bad food (LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;FINALLY finish painting the spare bedroom&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-9148866588734685942?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/9148866588734685942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=9148866588734685942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/9148866588734685942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/9148866588734685942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#9148866588734685942' title='Friday fun time :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-701154560481692503</id><published>2011-09-25T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life sucks sometimes'/><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>Some random Sunday thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so short - embrace what you have, don't think about what you don't have and use your time wisely.&amp;nbsp; You never know if someday you're going to be told that you have an expiration date.&amp;nbsp; Live like that day is tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Don't have regrets.&amp;nbsp; Don't put things off until it's a "better" time - because really, there's never a "better" time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some crappy news this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I knew that something was wrong, just couldn't put my finger on it.&amp;nbsp; Now so much makes sense.&amp;nbsp; I can't share it, but just know that it puts a whole new spin on life and what it means.&amp;nbsp; And really, how short and sometimes SO &lt;i&gt;fucking unfair &lt;/i&gt;it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of a man who turned his back on a child when he was one.&amp;nbsp; Because he was mad at his mother.&amp;nbsp; If that's not biting your nose off to spite your face, I don't know what is.&amp;nbsp; What would happen if all of a sudden this man got news that he had 1, 2 or 3 years at the most to live.&amp;nbsp; Would he then realize how much of an asshole he'd been?&amp;nbsp; And for what?&amp;nbsp; Because he was taken to court over child support which is something that she &lt;i&gt;swore&lt;/i&gt; she'd never do.&amp;nbsp; Well - he &lt;i&gt;swore &lt;/i&gt;that he loved her.&amp;nbsp; We all know how that turned out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, just realize that tomorrow could be it.&amp;nbsp; Or next week.&amp;nbsp; If you were given a certain amount of time to live - how would you spend it?&amp;nbsp; Would you have regrets?&amp;nbsp; Would you right any wrongs?&amp;nbsp; Would you &lt;i&gt;LIVE&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span class="firstword"&gt;"Be&lt;/span&gt; patient and understanding. Life is too short to be vengeful or malicious.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="smtext"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Phillips Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eIeJxQCEAo/Tn9Vgs7mDjI/AAAAAAAAqCo/00D1LqBvL3k/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eIeJxQCEAo/Tn9Vgs7mDjI/AAAAAAAAqCo/00D1LqBvL3k/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="smtext"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-701154560481692503?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/701154560481692503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=701154560481692503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/701154560481692503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/701154560481692503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#701154560481692503' title='Life..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eIeJxQCEAo/Tn9Vgs7mDjI/AAAAAAAAqCo/00D1LqBvL3k/s72-c/IMG_4360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5591819625840424222</id><published>2011-09-23T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here here here!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to play along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I walk around my neighborhood I see &lt;em&gt;kids playing, toys left out, all the signs of a good neighborhood where people trust each other not to steal their shit.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Anything baked - &lt;/em&gt;is my favorite thing to cook.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I'll admit it - I'm a carb addict.&amp;nbsp; I have a problem.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is &lt;em&gt;grand, ain't it?&amp;nbsp; While my life isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination (I really would like the opportunity to show that winning the lottery doesn't screw up *everyone* that wins it...) it's good.&amp;nbsp; I have a roof over my head, a kid that loves me, a good job, car with 4 tires, what else could I want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My &lt;em&gt;sexy blanket from Pottery Barn &lt;/em&gt;makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I don't think they even make it any more - it's a faux fur one - for my queen sized bed.&amp;nbsp; It probably weighs about&amp;nbsp;10 lbs. when it's folded up.&amp;nbsp; I've had to promise to leave it to my friend Jason if I die - seriously.&amp;nbsp; And I'd throw down over this blanket.&amp;nbsp; It's that good.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Pumpkin!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;is my favorite Autumn vegetable. &lt;em&gt;Pumpkin pie.&amp;nbsp; mmmmmmmm&amp;nbsp; A close 2nd?&amp;nbsp; Butternut squash.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking for a good recipe for a bisque - I know where to buy it, but haven't come close in making it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Revenge &lt;/em&gt;is better when it is &lt;em&gt;served cold.&amp;nbsp; Oops.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp; Did I say that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;the Bronk Brothers show with my friend Jackie, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;sleeping in &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;finish painting the spare bedroom!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Friday all :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5591819625840424222?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5591819625840424222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5591819625840424222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5591819625840424222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5591819625840424222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#5591819625840424222' title='Friday Fill-Ins'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3567907736519327817</id><published>2011-09-19T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting Spin...</title><content type='html'>Jen at &lt;a href="http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2011/09/spin-cycle-the-moral-scorecard.html"&gt;Sprite's Keeper&lt;/a&gt; has a great idea of a Spin Cycle.&amp;nbsp; She gives a different topic, and people give their spin.&amp;nbsp; This week's topic?&amp;nbsp; Morals.&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly are morals?&amp;nbsp; My definition?&amp;nbsp; They're your personal code of what's right and wrong.&amp;nbsp; They're what stops you from keeping something you know doesn't belong to you; sort of your conscience.&amp;nbsp; Urban dictionary has some&lt;strike&gt; not so&lt;/strike&gt; funny definitions &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Morality%20Hangover"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think a lot of my 20's was spent in a morality hangover.&amp;nbsp; Does that make me a bad person now?&amp;nbsp; Did it make me a bad person then?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so - for either.&amp;nbsp; I may have made some poor choices - but show me someone who's never made a bad choice in their lifetime.&amp;nbsp; While I think our past is what shapes us today, I think that people &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; change and be better people, sometimes because of bad choices.&amp;nbsp; On the flip side, I think some people are just born without any conscience whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; They will never change.&amp;nbsp; But - they show us what we don't want to do/be when we grow up.&amp;nbsp; I've said, half-jokingly sometimes that we all make bad choices in our lives - I just happen to have permanent proof of mine.&amp;nbsp; Figure that one out.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had no morals or integrity, I'd still be with my ex-boyfriend (who had quite a bit of money).&amp;nbsp; I couldn't in good conscience stay in a relationship where I didn't love the other person.&amp;nbsp; He was making some poor choices at the time and I tried to steer him the right way - and it cost me the relationship.&amp;nbsp; Had I been willing to look the other way - I could have still been in the relationship.&amp;nbsp; But I couldn't do that.&amp;nbsp; I look back, and I think that in the long run - him making the choices he did ended up costing him way more than it did me.&amp;nbsp; I miss the friendship that we had, but not the relationship.&amp;nbsp; I miss being able to pay bills without having to worry about overdrawing my account, but not having to compromise my integrity or my &lt;i&gt;morals&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Because staying with him for the money would have been wrong. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I consider myself a moral person now?&amp;nbsp; I consider myself an honest person that has integrity and refuses to compromise that for anyone or anything.&amp;nbsp; I'm certainly by no means perfect.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would walk a mile in someone else's shoes before even attempting to judge them or their choices, and I would expect the same from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some of this, it'll regulate your morals.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zp2E3hv4ym8/TneAZEkZxcI/AAAAAAAAqCk/tkNLybfNeRc/s1600/moralfiber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zp2E3hv4ym8/TneAZEkZxcI/AAAAAAAAqCk/tkNLybfNeRc/s1600/moralfiber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3567907736519327817?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3567907736519327817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3567907736519327817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3567907736519327817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3567907736519327817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#3567907736519327817' title='An interesting Spin...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zp2E3hv4ym8/TneAZEkZxcI/AAAAAAAAqCk/tkNLybfNeRc/s72-c/moralfiber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8471507064551502229</id><published>2011-09-15T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good words to live by..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desiderata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Max Ehrman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even to the dull and ignorant; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they too have their story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive people, they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you compare yourself to others you will become vain and bitter;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will always be greater and lesser persons than yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let not this blind you to the virtue there is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be yourself especially do not feign affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neither be cynical about love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But do not distress yourself with imaginings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no less than the trees and the stars; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have the right to be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And whatever your labors and aspirations, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is still a beautiful world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be cheerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strive to be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Max Ehrmann © 1927, 1954 All Rights Reserved. In some reference books, Desiderata is still sometimes thought to have been 'found' at Old St. Paul's Church in Baltimore and to date back to 1692. It was actually written by Max Ehrmann and copyrighted by him in 1927, the copyright was renewed in 1954 by Bertha K. Ehrmann." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8471507064551502229?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8471507064551502229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8471507064551502229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8471507064551502229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8471507064551502229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8471507064551502229' title='Good words to live by..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8278414752208084373</id><published>2011-09-15T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids are dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever will be will beeeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><title type='text'>Thursday......</title><content type='html'>Oh, the DRAMA in my neighborhood!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think that I live in a bubble.&amp;nbsp; There are maybe 50 families in my neighborhood - and for the most part, everyone knows each other, all the kids get along, and while there are conflicts now and then, everyone gets past them. &lt;br /&gt;Last week, a kid that's staying with his sister (because apparently the parents can't handle him?) decides to pick on Josh at the bus stop, smashing his cereal and then pulling stuff out of his backpack.&amp;nbsp; It was handled at school, I stayed out of it pretty much - because in High School - you really need to step back and let them work it out.&amp;nbsp; If it happens again, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I'll step in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, two kids were arguing on the bus the whole way home.&amp;nbsp; The bus that is to capacity - if not more.&amp;nbsp; It escalated - and one kid starting punching the other one after they got off the bus.&amp;nbsp; The kid hitting?&amp;nbsp; A 16 year old, staying with his mother and her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; Who's got quite the record from what I understand.&amp;nbsp; The one he was punching?&amp;nbsp; A 15 year old girl - who's got special needs.&amp;nbsp; She's OK, but he's lucky he's not 17 yet.&amp;nbsp; Luckily one of the adults was nearby, knowing that there had been issues on the bus lately.&amp;nbsp; If she hadn't been there, who knows how bad it could have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;There are maybe 10 different versions of each story.&amp;nbsp; Which one is right?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't there.&amp;nbsp; But there were a lot of adults that were pretty pissed off last night.&amp;nbsp; THAT almost got out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;A core group of us - ones that have lived here the longest - got together with our kids and had a long talk about how they need to set a good example for the younger kids, and they need to pay more attention to what is going on around them.&amp;nbsp; And if they see something happening like what happened yesterday - they need to step in and stop it before it gets out of hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The kids in the neighborhood are good kids.&amp;nbsp; They're not hoodlums.&amp;nbsp; They're not punks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;What happened to common courtesy?&amp;nbsp; Respect?&amp;nbsp; Not hitting a girl - EVER?&amp;nbsp; (And for the record - mine knows if he ever hits a girl and I find out, his ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeesh...&amp;nbsp; it's been a long week.&amp;nbsp; And I have set some wheels in motion that may come back to bite me in the ass, and I can only hope that I've done the right thing.&amp;nbsp; Oy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be here right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WEdUr88t10/TnH-18ja4mI/AAAAAAAAqCg/tdkE2wE7dyE/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WEdUr88t10/TnH-18ja4mI/AAAAAAAAqCg/tdkE2wE7dyE/s320/beach.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8278414752208084373?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8278414752208084373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8278414752208084373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8278414752208084373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8278414752208084373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8278414752208084373' title='Thursday......'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WEdUr88t10/TnH-18ja4mI/AAAAAAAAqCg/tdkE2wE7dyE/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8963875114729378007</id><published>2011-09-11T13:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:41:57.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life sucks sometimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>Alllllllllllllllllrighty then!!</title><content type='html'>Sunday.&amp;nbsp; A day of rest.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll rest.&amp;nbsp; And then get my ass up and out for a walk.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short - embrace it.&amp;nbsp; A good friend of mine died a year ago this week.&amp;nbsp; She left behind two kids, and lots of friends that were all just devastated by it.&amp;nbsp; And it could have all been prevented.&amp;nbsp; Grrrr....&amp;nbsp; But I won't go there.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying for more zen in my life, not anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Zen... this really isn't.&amp;nbsp; But again - life is short.&amp;nbsp; I know you're still reading.&amp;nbsp; You can try and hide your ISP, but it still shows up.&amp;nbsp; Including your location, what you read, how long you're on there, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what the hell you're looking for - or why you continue to read and try and hide it.&amp;nbsp; But guess what?&amp;nbsp; It's past time that they knew.&amp;nbsp; It's not fair to them, it's not fair to my kid.&amp;nbsp; They have a right to know about each other.&amp;nbsp; Granted, I'm sure it was easier to explain M - maybe it was a lie about being separated at the time?&amp;nbsp; Who knows.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it'll be a lot harder to explain a 6 month age difference.&amp;nbsp; But regardless - you have two choices - I do it, or you do it.&amp;nbsp; Plain and simple.&amp;nbsp; You were given an opportunity months ago, and ignored it.&amp;nbsp; So now?&amp;nbsp; Now instead of wondering if, you can wonder when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh.... OK... back to zen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdlzmddXLVE/TmzpeTiSKnI/AAAAAAAAqCc/4VduUV94Z2A/s1600/232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdlzmddXLVE/TmzpeTiSKnI/AAAAAAAAqCc/4VduUV94Z2A/s320/232.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8963875114729378007?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8963875114729378007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8963875114729378007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8963875114729378007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8963875114729378007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8963875114729378007' title='Alllllllllllllllllrighty then!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdlzmddXLVE/TmzpeTiSKnI/AAAAAAAAqCc/4VduUV94Z2A/s72-c/232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7703779183585586771</id><published>2011-09-04T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning....</title><content type='html'>So Jack &lt;a href="http://www.slightlyoff-center.com/p/easy-like-sunday-morning.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;has an interesting photography thing going on for Sunday mornings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I didn't take this today, I took it yesterday with the intention of sharing it.&amp;nbsp; Today.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; While I'm enjoying my coffee.&amp;nbsp; Out of the new Keurig.&amp;nbsp; I caved.&amp;nbsp; I bought one.&amp;nbsp; It's not bad, but I want one that has a "mega cup" size.&amp;nbsp; I don't like having to use 2 k-cups to get one decent coffee mug out of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKuHKdvbhuU/TmOCnYVVEGI/AAAAAAAAqCQ/1QHrlDvkj8A/s1600/IMG_4317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKuHKdvbhuU/TmOCnYVVEGI/AAAAAAAAqCQ/1QHrlDvkj8A/s320/IMG_4317.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7703779183585586771?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7703779183585586771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7703779183585586771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7703779183585586771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7703779183585586771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#7703779183585586771' title='Sunday Morning....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKuHKdvbhuU/TmOCnYVVEGI/AAAAAAAAqCQ/1QHrlDvkj8A/s72-c/IMG_4317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4587249887663183833</id><published>2011-09-02T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was 10 years old &lt;em&gt;I wanted to be a princess, a teacher, a movie star and a mother.&amp;nbsp; I got one of them right! LOL&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Corn&lt;/em&gt; is my favorite vegetable because &lt;em&gt;of the sweet corn man.&amp;nbsp; You have no idea of how good this stuff is.&amp;nbsp; I buy at least 2 doz ears and cut/freeze them for the winter.&amp;nbsp; Corn chowdah, chili, all sorts of good stuff benefits from the sweet corn man's expertise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My dream pet is &lt;em&gt;a dog that doesn't eat my house. LOL&amp;nbsp; But I have to say that the cat we have now (Ninja) is pretty cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;When you are a good person, love &lt;/em&gt;surrounds you. &lt;em&gt;When you are&amp;nbsp;not a good person and live your life by lies and deception, negativity surrounds you.&amp;nbsp; I choose love.&amp;nbsp; I choose to live a good life.&amp;nbsp; I choose to lead by example and have my son be surrounded by&amp;nbsp;people that love him in the hopes that he will grow up to be a better person than me (and I don't have to hope he'll grow up to be a better person than his father - he already is one).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I could live anywhere in the world I'd live in &lt;em&gt;the Cape during the summer, and I'm not sure during the winter.&amp;nbsp; I love Seattle.&amp;nbsp; I think I'd choose there.&amp;nbsp; It is so beautiful, surrounded by mountains and the ocean.&amp;nbsp; That is what I crave.&amp;nbsp; Michigan is so darn flat (where I am at least).&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;The good life &lt;/em&gt;keep on shinin' on me. &lt;em&gt;In spite of my financial issues, I do have a good life.&amp;nbsp; I am surrounded by good people, good friends, good job (albeit a bit boring, but it's a good one) and some interesting potential dates.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;relaxing and getting ready for &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;garage sale in the rain (yet again!!) &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;maybe cookout, depending on the weather.&amp;nbsp; It is, after all, Labor Day!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the long weekend everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4587249887663183833?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4587249887663183833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4587249887663183833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4587249887663183833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4587249887663183833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#4587249887663183833' title='Friday Fill-Ins :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8879117134246601485</id><published>2011-09-01T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:40:22.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people are fucking stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>Wierdness.....</title><content type='html'>Things get deleted, strange views pop up, twitter feeds disappear... Not sure what is going on.&amp;nbsp; But happy Thursday nonetheless!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe that it is September already.&amp;nbsp; School starts next week.&amp;nbsp; I'm the mother of a High School freshman.&amp;nbsp; Holy shit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read someone's twitter that said "I hope my mum is cheating on my dad.&amp;nbsp; that would mean maybe we could leave.&amp;nbsp; Anything would be better than this".&amp;nbsp; That just breaks my heart that a kid would feel that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She's 16, but really?&amp;nbsp; She is still A KID.&amp;nbsp; How fucked up do the parents have to be to have their kid either aware of them not getting along, or maybe the father is a miserable SOB, who knows.&amp;nbsp; But it's just sad.&amp;nbsp; I think every kid deserves to grow up in a house where they are loved and happy - and around people that are happy.&amp;nbsp; My kid is almost 15, and he still loves me and wants to hang out with me.&amp;nbsp; I don't (I hope) think we'll ever get to the stage where he hates me or doesn't want to be around me.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's my parenting, maybe not.&amp;nbsp; But I have to be doing something right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that girl, I'd say - you have 2 years left and you can get out of that house and then your life will begin.&amp;nbsp; Don't let your parents screw up your future relationships - look for something better than what they have and don't you EVER settle for less than what you deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8879117134246601485?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8879117134246601485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8879117134246601485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8879117134246601485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8879117134246601485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#8879117134246601485' title='Wierdness.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2317631841453119131</id><published>2011-08-26T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How in the world did I &lt;em&gt;end up in MICHIGAN of all places?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;My whole life is &lt;/em&gt;in front of me. &lt;em&gt;What am I going to do with it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life's &lt;em&gt;a fickle bitch.&amp;nbsp; Don't piss her off, or she will send the karma train to run your ass over.. ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Not sure that I've ever had a &lt;/em&gt;picnic lunch. &lt;em&gt;But it sounds like a lovely idea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That was where we &lt;em&gt;you know, that one time - up in the woods.. when those kids came by?&amp;nbsp; LOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;There is nowhere that &lt;/em&gt;I think of as "our place".&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; There is no "our" right now in my life.&amp;nbsp; I consider my house *my* place though!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;a retirement party, &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;a vendor event &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;chillax!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2317631841453119131?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2317631841453119131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2317631841453119131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2317631841453119131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2317631841453119131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#2317631841453119131' title='Friday Fill-Ins'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4000741628259486767</id><published>2011-08-26T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Language....</title><content type='html'>So language. Sign language is the first language for one of my neighbors. She’s a cute little thing, and communicates by writing texts on her phone or walking around with a piece of paper and a pen. She’s very sweet and also communicates on facebook – her every move just about. But I figure that’s her way of communicating with people, so I just don’t let it bother me or think too much about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a chocolate/dip party. I’m now a rep for both companies, and while the chocolate is very tasty – it’s also not cheap. It’s good chocolate. So my friend shows up with her two (both under 10) kids in tow, and they proceed to eat almost half a plate of brownies. Cut up very small – because this is the good stuff. I don’t say anything – because she’s cute. Her kids are cute. Until the boy opens his mouth. He asks if I have cookies. I tell him no. He demands something else, I tell him no. He demands a drink. I tell him that I have water. He says “I HATE WATER” and proceeds to cross his arms and take a defensive stance in front of me. I offer milk…. “I HATE MILK”.. well, what do you like then? ROOT BEER. I don’t have root beer. I have milk. I HATE MILK. What would you like? ROOT BEER. I don’t have root beer. And this goes on for a bit. Now his mother, being deaf – is completely oblivious to what is going on and how rude her son is being. He tells me that he hates EVERYTHING in my house, including the colors on my walls. I send him upstairs to play with my son and tell him before he goes up that if he comes down saying he hates my son, then he’s done at my house. He goes up, comes right back down and announces “I HATE JOSH” with a smirk. I tell him he’s done and needs to leave. At this point, the mother’s boyfriend is looking for her and she needs to get home. Then he’s leaving, and asks me my name and I give him a fake name and he yells “I HATE FAKE NAME”… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little shit.&amp;nbsp; I refrained from bad language when he was in my house.&amp;nbsp; But oh, I wanted to smack the shit out of the little fucker.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me - How do you tell someone that their kid is rude??? He was BEYOND rude, and just had no manners whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I tell her?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What would &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4000741628259486767?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4000741628259486767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4000741628259486767' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4000741628259486767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4000741628259486767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#4000741628259486767' title='Language....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5157859565509455504</id><published>2011-08-24T09:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:23:55.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work schmurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those crazy kids'/><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>is very boring lately.&amp;nbsp; Which isn't really a bad thing, but I hate boring.&amp;nbsp; It's so... well.... &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working at a "new" job since June.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite sure why they hired me, because my skill level is a lot higher than what this job demands.&amp;nbsp; So as a result, I'm sitting half the day doing things that just take up time.&amp;nbsp; Like... oh.... writing a blog post.&amp;nbsp; Or putting together catalogs for chocolate parties.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that's right.&amp;nbsp; Chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Parties.&amp;nbsp; Two words that you never thought you'd see together, right?&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a court date.&amp;nbsp; October 4th.&amp;nbsp; Which happens to be right before the &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/search/label/putz"&gt;baby daddy's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting readers seem to have tapered off, maybe they got the information they were looking for?&amp;nbsp; In any case, they never contacted me.&amp;nbsp; Which is really too bad, because I think everyone has a right to the whole story.&amp;nbsp; Which I'm sure is somewhere in between mine and his, but anyway.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they're smart and figured it all out for themselves?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on the 6th.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to officially be the mother of a high-schooler.&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; But I guess that's funny considering that people I went to high school with are grandparents.&amp;nbsp; Holy shit, I don't feel that old.&amp;nbsp; I'm not that old.&amp;nbsp; I'm not, dammit!!&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day.&amp;nbsp; I'm off to find some work to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5157859565509455504?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5157859565509455504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5157859565509455504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5157859565509455504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5157859565509455504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#5157859565509455504' title='Life....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8536994080492564138</id><published>2011-08-21T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Saturday 9 - but wait!  It's Sunday, dammit!</title><content type='html'>Meh... so I'm off by a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well.&amp;nbsp; I stopped the other day and just relaxed... and realized that life has been pretty busy lately.&amp;nbsp; Which is good.&amp;nbsp; But more relaxation needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; After exercise.&amp;nbsp; Must exercise first.&amp;nbsp; Or walk.&amp;nbsp; Walking is good.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Walking.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo... here's a meme..&amp;nbsp; I guess these are easier than coming up with post ideas.&amp;nbsp; I'm lazy.&amp;nbsp; Wait.&amp;nbsp; Exercise.&amp;nbsp; Must.&amp;nbsp; Exercise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a relationship, have you ever hung in even when you knew for sure it was over?&lt;br /&gt;* More than once.&amp;nbsp; The last time was because my son absolutely adored him.&amp;nbsp; I'll never make that mistake again - he hurt my son very much (never said goodbye or anything), and for that I felt responsible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had the ability to perpetually alleviate any pain on your body, what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;* Oh my spine.&amp;nbsp; I have a ruptured disc in my neck, and perpetual back problems.&amp;nbsp; I would love to have a spine transplant.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Gimme a new one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What place would you visit if money were no object? &lt;br /&gt;*Hmmmm.... I'd love to see Germany/Switzerland/Luxembourg - that whole Rhineland area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is one thing you would love to change about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;*My inability to shut up sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think your parents were too strict growing up? &lt;br /&gt;*My mother was a bit overboard at times.&amp;nbsp; I told her once that they have support groups now for people like her - she didn't quite catch the humor in that...&amp;nbsp; But I never got into much trouble - so how can I complain, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In general, how many old friends do you have that you talk to at least once a year?&lt;br /&gt;*Old, age-wise, or old as in I've known them forever?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have many of both, and talk to them all the time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last compliment you received?  &lt;br /&gt;*I was told last night that I looked like I was 27.&amp;nbsp; Granted she was only 12, but I love her anyway.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever told someone you loved them but didn't really mean it? &lt;br /&gt;*Sigh... haven't we all?&amp;nbsp; But the worst thing is finding out that someone told &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; that and never meant it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In your opinion, would it be harder to lose someone close to you more as a child or harder as an adult? &lt;br /&gt;*Kids don't understand loss, really.&amp;nbsp; They just know that the person has gone away.&amp;nbsp; I've experienced loss of grandparents as a child, and loss of people as an adult.&amp;nbsp; I have to say - as an adult it's devastating if you're really close to them.&amp;nbsp; So as a kid?&amp;nbsp; Much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8536994080492564138?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8536994080492564138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8536994080492564138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8536994080492564138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8536994080492564138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#8536994080492564138' title='Saturday 9 - but wait!  It&apos;s Sunday, dammit!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5343610263943627268</id><published>2011-08-12T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday fun'/><title type='text'>Friday!  Yay!</title><content type='html'>OK - well that interesting visitor issue seems to have stopped.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like a little shout out to make peeps disappear... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a Friday Fill-In for a while... so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The only question is &lt;strong&gt;"would you like the red or white sangria?"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;There aren't enough hours&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;in one day &lt;strong&gt;to get all my stuff done&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three things on my desk: &lt;strong&gt;coffee, iPod touch, tweezers (don't ask LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Re-doing the birthday list @ work&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the one thing I HAVE to do today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love playing with &lt;strong&gt;babies.&amp;nbsp; there's nothing like a belly laugh from a little one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt;Too much perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;overwhelms the senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;cleaning student houseing for the extra $$ and then SLEEP, &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;more cleaning &lt;/strong&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;lie in the hammock and read my book :)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to play along? Click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday fun time :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5343610263943627268?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5343610263943627268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5343610263943627268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5343610263943627268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5343610263943627268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#5343610263943627268' title='Friday!  Yay!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5038119293283964690</id><published>2011-08-09T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:40:22.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>Pssssssst...  hey...</title><content type='html'>you there... yes.&amp;nbsp; you..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it you're looking for?&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; You keep coming back.&amp;nbsp; You do searches under "putz".. you email links to other people. If you click on the label "putz" a lot of posts come up that maybe you should read that might answer some questions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&amp;nbsp; Come on.&amp;nbsp; It's obvious which house you're from - but as to who in that house remains a mystery.&amp;nbsp; What is it?&amp;nbsp; Do you have questions?&amp;nbsp; Ask them!&amp;nbsp; Comments?&amp;nbsp; Make 'em!&amp;nbsp; I'm a nice person - really - in spite of what - if anything - you've been told (by a pathological liar, so keep that in mind).&amp;nbsp; I'm more than happy to answer questions.&amp;nbsp; Just ask.&amp;nbsp; Here's my email -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:bruceaholic@gmail.com"&gt;bruceaholic@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't life be much easier if you just asked whatever it is that you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domain Name verizon.net ? (Network) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP Address 72.74.205.# (Verizon Internet Services) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISP Verizon Internet Services &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location Continent : North America &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country : United States (Facts) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State : Massachusetts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City : Brockton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat/Long : 42.0827, -71.0191 (Map) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5038119293283964690?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5038119293283964690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5038119293283964690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5038119293283964690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5038119293283964690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#5038119293283964690' title='Pssssssst...  hey...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8805860434343449411</id><published>2011-08-08T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:05:19.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy hotness'/><title type='text'>#13...</title><content type='html'>As requested by &lt;a href="http://phhhst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Pseudo&lt;/a&gt;, my answers for #13 in the previous post are.....&lt;br /&gt;OK - I'm kidding on *that* one... 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4dYO5MkZp0/TkCMW8vjsXI/AAAAAAAAqBk/4Fo5wB94Q3A/s320/tom-brady-300x400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - and my super secret sexy secret service boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsV4gzUZcmg/TkCNfzAR7OI/AAAAAAAAqCA/fBxoiqFlNRA/s1600/supersecretman.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsV4gzUZcmg/TkCNfzAR7OI/AAAAAAAAqCA/fBxoiqFlNRA/s320/supersecretman.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8805860434343449411?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8805860434343449411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8805860434343449411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8805860434343449411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8805860434343449411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#8805860434343449411' title='#13...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP8ik_XMq8o/TkCMN4g2DYI/AAAAAAAAqBE/AibG0cZBGhw/s72-c/bruceyoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4373221017832377595</id><published>2011-08-07T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Memememememememe time!</title><content type='html'>I haven't done one of these in ages, my house needs to be cleaned, and I'm procrastinating... so here goes.&amp;nbsp; And if you're reading this - consider yourself tagged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?  &lt;br /&gt;~ start the water, let it warm up and then get in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex? &lt;br /&gt;~ I'm 45 years old.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp; Duh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;~ No, but I was forced to take a tub with my brother Bob when he was a toddler.&amp;nbsp; That stopped when he pooped into the tub and called it a boat.&amp;nbsp; I forever refused to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot? &lt;br /&gt;~ Again, I'm 45.&amp;nbsp; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How old do people say you look? &lt;br /&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Younger than 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old do you act? &lt;br /&gt;~ Certainly not 45 - that was old when I was young.&amp;nbsp; I'm not old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the last song you sang? &lt;br /&gt;~ I don't know.&amp;nbsp; Would you like me to sing one now?&amp;nbsp; Any requests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you recently become a member of anything? &lt;br /&gt;~ UAW through work.&amp;nbsp; Does that count?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are your plans for next weekend? &lt;br /&gt;~ Not sure yet - you offering something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed? &lt;br /&gt;~ both..&amp;nbsp; I like to know what's going on around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whats the sexiest thing about Sarah Palin? &lt;br /&gt;~ Seriously?&amp;nbsp; What the hell kind of question is THAT?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who’s the sexiest famous woman alive? &lt;br /&gt;~ According to my 14 year old, Angelina Jolie.&amp;nbsp; Because she has the best boobs, apparently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who’s the sexiest famous man alive? &lt;br /&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Ahhhhhhhhh there are too many to list...&amp;nbsp; I could post pictures if you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Does your family have a crazy uncle? &lt;br /&gt;~&amp;nbsp; A few of them.&amp;nbsp; Some are still with us, some have passed on.&amp;nbsp; There was a certified crazy aunt or two too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever smuggled something into another country?&lt;br /&gt;~ Booze.&amp;nbsp; From Canada.&amp;nbsp; So shoot me.&amp;nbsp; It's not like I went for the Cuban cigars or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you live in a city with a good sports team? &lt;br /&gt;~ I'm *FROM* a city with some GREAT sports teams!&amp;nbsp; Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins and Celtics..&amp;nbsp; (and they're my favorites, in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the most unusual?&lt;br /&gt;~&amp;nbsp; Most unusual what?&amp;nbsp; Food?&amp;nbsp; Body Part?&amp;nbsp; Thing on my desk?&amp;nbsp; Too vague, meme, too vague..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How do feel about the Goth people? &lt;br /&gt;~ To each their own.&amp;nbsp; I don't purport to know everything about everyone else's beliefs, and don't expect everyone to know mine.&amp;nbsp; I don't judge.&amp;nbsp; Unless you're a bad speller, and then, I'll admit - I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you fix or your significant other your own car? &lt;br /&gt;~ Depends.&amp;nbsp; I can change my own oil.&amp;nbsp; Replace a bulb or a windshield wiper.&amp;nbsp; But for the life of me, I cannot get the damn stuck CD's out of my CD player!&amp;nbsp; Hint - don't ever play CD's with labels on them in a Bose system.&amp;nbsp; It will fuck it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4373221017832377595?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4373221017832377595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4373221017832377595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4373221017832377595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4373221017832377595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#4373221017832377595' title='Memememememememe time!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4846032716950223732</id><published>2011-08-05T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Let the games begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're once again cleaning student housing for the next 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I'm always left shaking my head at the end because of a couple of reasons.&amp;nbsp; 1 - you wouldn't believe what these kids leave behind - because they have no concept of money or the cost of things - last year?&amp;nbsp; Numerous dorm fridges, a Kirby vacuum cleaner, and lots and lots of kitchen stuff.&amp;nbsp; I get my best deals the next two weeks :)&amp;nbsp; 2?&amp;nbsp; The filth that these kids live in.&amp;nbsp; We come in - work our asses off and get paid well for it - but it's amazing how kids will live.&amp;nbsp; One place last year had 3 full baths.&amp;nbsp; So apparently when someone threw up in one of the tubs, that was OK - because they just left it and used the other 2.&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; That's nasty.&amp;nbsp; One stove/oven took me over 4 hours to scrub and it still looked disgusting.&amp;nbsp; I wish the parents that come in at the beginning of the year, complaining about how their little angels couldn't possibly move in until *that* baseboard is cleaned - would come back at the end of the year and see how their angel has turned into a little pig.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my son's brother gets married.&amp;nbsp; It's too bad he doesn't know about his little brother, because he's kind of a hoot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's a shame that stupid adults make dumb decisions based on their own selfish needs instead of what is best for their kids.&amp;nbsp; But that will all change eventually.&amp;nbsp; No, I didn't send a gift from "your brother Josh" - although I did think about it LOL..&amp;nbsp; That wouldn't have been fair to the happy couple.&amp;nbsp; And that's what Sunday is all about - not about the parents, the kids, or anything else - it's about them.&amp;nbsp; So Congratulations Carly and Brian - from your baby brother's baby mama.&amp;nbsp; No drama.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4846032716950223732?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4846032716950223732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4846032716950223732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4846032716950223732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4846032716950223732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#4846032716950223732' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4663382512601126646</id><published>2011-08-02T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity killed the cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='or told the truth'/><title type='text'>Ahhh</title><content type='html'>What a great week last week was.&amp;nbsp; Got to see some family, friends and get some quality time on the beach.&amp;nbsp; I &amp;lt;3 the beach.&amp;nbsp; Especially when it's sunny.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of curious who from the Brockton, MA area keeps reading the blog.&amp;nbsp; Someone from Braintree, MA, too.&amp;nbsp; Come out come out, wherever you are!&amp;nbsp; What are you looking for, anything in particular?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have questions?&amp;nbsp; Feel free to ask.&amp;nbsp; Comments?&amp;nbsp; Feel free to leave 'em.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Want to ask/comment in private?&amp;nbsp; Feel free to shoot me an email.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll make it easy - &lt;a href="mailto:bruceaholic@gmail.com"&gt;bruceaholic@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint, though - read some of the archives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4663382512601126646?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4663382512601126646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4663382512601126646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4663382512601126646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4663382512601126646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#4663382512601126646' title='Ahhh'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2809890802143001702</id><published>2011-07-22T06:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:24.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no place like home'/><title type='text'>Guess where I'm going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/x-64CaD8GXw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-64CaD8GXw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-64CaD8GXw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy - see you all in a couple of weeks - I know I'm going to enjoy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/lbSOLBMUvIE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbSOLBMUvIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbSOLBMUvIE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2809890802143001702?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2809890802143001702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2809890802143001702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2809890802143001702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2809890802143001702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2809890802143001702' title='Guess where I&apos;m going...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4482676338479670564</id><published>2011-07-17T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:40:22.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>So I hear...</title><content type='html'>that &lt;a href="http://www.yorkharborinn.com/internetspecials.htm"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; is pretty cool - I wonder if the boy would like to go there next month while we're in the area....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4482676338479670564?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4482676338479670564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4482676338479670564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4482676338479670564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4482676338479670564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4482676338479670564' title='So I hear...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-352005408241574859</id><published>2011-07-17T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy hotness batman'/><title type='text'>Some more sunshine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/lLJf9qJHR3E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mumfordandsons.com/"&gt;These &lt;/a&gt;guys.... they really make me smile.&amp;nbsp; And while the lead singer was born 4 years after I graduated from High School, I can still dream, can't I?&amp;nbsp; He's hot...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYeR-RdMH8E/TiLx3P9_CMI/AAAAAAAAo9Y/7hFBSkATg2M/s1600/RockArt_Mumford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYeR-RdMH8E/TiLx3P9_CMI/AAAAAAAAo9Y/7hFBSkATg2M/s320/RockArt_Mumford.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup.&amp;nbsp; Happy.&amp;nbsp; Sunshine.&amp;nbsp; Puppies, unicorns and rainbows.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-352005408241574859?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/352005408241574859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=352005408241574859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/352005408241574859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/352005408241574859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#352005408241574859' title='Some more sunshine....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYeR-RdMH8E/TiLx3P9_CMI/AAAAAAAAo9Y/7hFBSkATg2M/s72-c/RockArt_Mumford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6098489208619484234</id><published>2011-07-14T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no place like home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lobstah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorns'/><title type='text'>Blowing sunshine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another one in the&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2011/07/spin-cycle-sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows.html"&gt;Spin Cycle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two in a row?&amp;nbsp; What's this world coming to?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes me smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puppies  and unicorns?&amp;nbsp; Hardly.&amp;nbsp; A baby.&amp;nbsp; Babies make me smile – I just love  them – how could someone not?&amp;nbsp; Ok, fine.&amp;nbsp; Puppies.&amp;nbsp; Puppies are cute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My kid makes me smile, because he’s so damn smart and grown up that he’s  going to be gone sooner than I realize and I will miss him more than he  realizes.&amp;nbsp; I can’t wait to see what kind of man he will grow into. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve  had a crappy few weeks, starting with a payroll error from my former  employer – that they corrected a week later by taking back EVERYTHING  and then re-issuing another deposit.&amp;nbsp; As a result, my accounts have been  overdrawn pretty much for 2 weeks straight.&amp;nbsp; Yes, all of them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;The  best thing about it all?&amp;nbsp; I’ve been overwhelmed with the amount of  support and assistance offered to me.&amp;nbsp; And the “pay me back when you  can” attitude.&amp;nbsp; I owe a couple hundred bucks to people – and they  haven’t said “give it to me now or I’ll break your kneecaps”..&amp;nbsp; it’s  been a “don’t worry about it” kind of thing.&amp;nbsp; It’s amazing, and nice to  know that if I were in a huge bind (like I actually have been) that  there are people I can lean on.&amp;nbsp; It’s hard for me to ask for help, so  the fact that I accepted it is (to me) huge.&amp;nbsp; But I had no choice.&amp;nbsp; I  had no money, no gas, no food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a check yesterday.&amp;nbsp; That made me smile BIG.&amp;nbsp; And then today, my bank refunded me ALL of the overdraft fees.&amp;nbsp; I love my bank. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The knowledge that I'm going *home* in a week.&amp;nbsp; I'll see my family.&amp;nbsp; My friends.&amp;nbsp; The ocean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfO0cUjV11o/Th-pfzqyIVI/AAAAAAAAo9E/Ia5ViEIVh8Q/s1600/IMG_8698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfO0cUjV11o/Th-pfzqyIVI/AAAAAAAAo9E/Ia5ViEIVh8Q/s320/IMG_8698.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seafood *this* fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqzCiOM8pXk/Th-qCizYwLI/AAAAAAAAo9I/RiItcqUKkr0/s1600/IMG_8579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqzCiOM8pXk/Th-qCizYwLI/AAAAAAAAo9I/RiItcqUKkr0/s320/IMG_8579.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I'm all puppies and unicorns happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6098489208619484234?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6098489208619484234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6098489208619484234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6098489208619484234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6098489208619484234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6098489208619484234' title='Blowing sunshine....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfO0cUjV11o/Th-pfzqyIVI/AAAAAAAAo9E/Ia5ViEIVh8Q/s72-c/IMG_8698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7712462675502689195</id><published>2011-07-09T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouths of babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can&apos;t make this shit up'/><title type='text'>Here's a funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tulpensbadwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tulepen here..&lt;/a&gt; wrote a hysterical post about what her kids say, or in particular what her daughter doesn't say (please)... but it reminded me of a really funny story that my friend Kim tells about her daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were having a discussion one time about her daughter taking a shower.&amp;nbsp; She was probably about 4 at the time, maybe?&amp;nbsp; And she had decided that she did NOT want to take one at that particular time.&amp;nbsp; And one of her final responses was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do NOT want to take a FUCKING shower!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crickets chirping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim:&amp;nbsp; "WHAT did you just say??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever so precocious daughter "I don't want to take a &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; shower?"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7712462675502689195?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7712462675502689195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7712462675502689195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7712462675502689195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7712462675502689195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#7712462675502689195' title='Here&apos;s a funny...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5857751632886697894</id><published>2011-07-08T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:41:24.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive and forget'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness....</title><content type='html'>My friends Erin and Pseudo have already done their Spin for the week - click through to click on their posts... and lots of others - &lt;a href="http://www.spriteskeeper.com/"&gt;here - Spin Cycle&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is a tough one for me.&amp;nbsp; I know that it sets me free.&amp;nbsp; It lightens my load a bit.&amp;nbsp; Can I forgive and not forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some, shall we say, &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; times in my life.&amp;nbsp; I have met the wrong guys, the wrong friends, some great guys, some great friends - too bad I couldn't tell the right from wrong at the right times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But...&amp;nbsp; I am a believer that it all balances out in the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like karma.&amp;nbsp; Does wishing bad karma on someone have bad karma come back to get &lt;i&gt;you?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&amp;nbsp; I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that knows me knows that the past few years have been challenging as far as forgiveness goes.&amp;nbsp; I was taken for a lot.&amp;nbsp; I trusted the wrong people.&amp;nbsp; How do I forgive someone that was instrumental in losing my home, the life I had, and people that I considered family?&amp;nbsp; She knew what she was doing.&amp;nbsp; She thought it was fun, like a game to her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I may have lost it all anyway - but it was the fact that it was because of her that just made it worse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I forgave my ex a long time ago - he knew no better.&amp;nbsp; Her?&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; I try and just be indifferent.&amp;nbsp; But wish her genital warts.&amp;nbsp; That's a step, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trusted my son's father when he told me he loved me oh so many years ago.&amp;nbsp; I've raised the child we created on my own because he's a coward and couldn't/wouldn't grow a spine.&amp;nbsp; He hates me because I called him out on his shit and stood up for myself and refused to be treated like shit, and he takes that out on our son by having nothing to do with him.&amp;nbsp; Is that a forgivable offense?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to forgive someone that has the capacity to hurt someone that is so dear to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Monahan, from the band Train (one of my faves) blogged about letting go &lt;a href="http://patblogahan.com/post/6411651154/im-trying-seriously"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (and it's a great blog, fun to read!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know it's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I let it consume my life?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Do I dwell on it?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do I think of doing things to get back?&amp;nbsp; Don't we all?&amp;nbsp; I just don't act on the thoughts.&amp;nbsp; That's progress, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've admitted when I've been wrong and asked for forgiveness and gotten it - but none of the things I ever did were that bad.&amp;nbsp; But still, why can't it be that easy to give it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5857751632886697894?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5857751632886697894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5857751632886697894' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5857751632886697894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5857751632886697894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5857751632886697894' title='Forgiveness....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4108079265935526132</id><published>2011-07-05T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you never know where you&apos;ll run into someone'/><title type='text'>tired, tired, tired....</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a fabulous Fourth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week, financially, went from bad to worse and then some.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and still catching up on sleep.&amp;nbsp; And that's all I'm whining about.&amp;nbsp; Because I have a good, secure job, a roof over my head, and a healthy kid.&amp;nbsp; What more could I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than being broke -&amp;nbsp; it was a fine weekend - didn't spend any money except on gas, which was awesome.&amp;nbsp; Saw the Blue Angels - which were fantastic - and the boy said they were "EPIC"... and he agreed that it was a great weekend.&amp;nbsp; Awesome weather.&amp;nbsp; I have quite the sunburn that I hope turns to tan quickly - and yes, I was wearing sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I may have been overserved... whoops...&amp;nbsp; But oh, it was fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots from the Blue Angels -&amp;nbsp; (*finally figured out how to fix the size yay!!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OH9fi1SWk_4/ThO5tTM5yvI/AAAAAAAAo4g/nL6jjOymyHs/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Hmmph.&amp;nbsp; But there's a funny coming with regard to one of them... stay tuned.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4108079265935526132?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4108079265935526132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4108079265935526132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4108079265935526132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4108079265935526132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#4108079265935526132' title='tired, tired, tired....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OH9fi1SWk_4/ThO5tTM5yvI/AAAAAAAAo4g/nL6jjOymyHs/s72-c/IMG_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-9172605379857425796</id><published>2011-07-01T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:41:24.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fools and their money are soon parted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not as dumb as she thinks I am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>Lots of really bizarre shit....</title><content type='html'>So I got paid last week from my old job.&amp;nbsp; Won't get paid until the 7th from the new job.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the old job OVERpaid me, so they waited a week and then reversed the deposits.&amp;nbsp; And of course - I paid bills with that money.&amp;nbsp; So it's not there.&amp;nbsp; And it overdrafts my account.&amp;nbsp; FANfuckingtabulous.&amp;nbsp; Then I hit (and kill) a bird on the way to work.&amp;nbsp; Then it rains.&amp;nbsp; And my windows are open.&amp;nbsp; And I have on a white shirt.&amp;nbsp; I have rather large American breasteses.&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I'm talking to my good friend Stevie.&amp;nbsp; Her son plays on the same baseball team as the FFW's youngest son.&amp;nbsp; (For anyone that doesn't know about her, there are many posts tagged with "FFW" that give the back story) Hmmph.&amp;nbsp; Well Stevie has been around since pretty much the beginning after I moved out of the Fuckwit's house, and knows the whole story.&amp;nbsp; And she says to me that she had a conversation last week with the FFW.&amp;nbsp; Who knows that we're good friends.&amp;nbsp; And she says "you know, I kind of liked her.&amp;nbsp; She seemed very sweet and genuine"... &lt;excuse a="" i="" in="" little="" me="" mouth="" my="" throw="" up="" while=""&gt;...&amp;nbsp; And then proceeds to tell me that they talked about me.&amp;nbsp; And the FFW has *NO* idea what she ever did to get me so mad.&amp;nbsp; She *hates* having enemies, and just doesn't understand it all.&amp;nbsp; And then went on about how I wrote a blog about her, and it was just &lt;i&gt;horrible&lt;/i&gt; (for anyone that read it - LOL 'ya think???)..&amp;nbsp; Anyway.&amp;nbsp; She had Stevie pretty much snowed.&amp;nbsp; So I did something.&amp;nbsp; I wrote her (the FFW) an email.&amp;nbsp; Here:&lt;/excuse&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me get this straight.&amp;nbsp; You have NO idea why I ever  stopped being your friend?&amp;nbsp; You have NO idea what ever could have gotten  me so upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then answer me these questions - because really, if you had NO idea - I'd love to know the answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you continue to call T in California after I asked you not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I could find the email I sent you about friendship and what that meant,  I'd resend it to you - and ask you to answer it now.&amp;nbsp; Because you  didn't when I sent it to you.&amp;nbsp; But from what I understand, you agreed  with pretty much everything I had to say in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he Theo of a sudden think he had a chance with you?&amp;nbsp; From  what I understood - it was because that would get him to break up with  me - and get me out of the way, right?&amp;nbsp; Then nobody would be asking you  to take any responsibility.&amp;nbsp; You could continue to live rent free.&amp;nbsp; Use  the lake house any time you wanted.&amp;nbsp; Use the cars any time you wanted.&amp;nbsp;  Because God knows he wasn't going to call you on it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it that me asking you to be more responsible for yourself and your kids turned into "Kathy's being mean to me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  did you laugh when you found out Josh was devastated about T and I  breaking up - or do you deny that?&amp;nbsp; Why did your kid feel that it was OK  to walk past him in the hall and say "you suck"&amp;nbsp; "your mom sucks"&amp;nbsp; "your  Mom stole from us/T"... Which you know damn well wasn't true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you deny that you lived off of T's generosity for over FOUR  YEARS???&amp;nbsp; Do you deny that you ever made fun of him behind his back?&amp;nbsp; Do  you deny getting pissed off when my son said that we let you live in the  house for free?&amp;nbsp; Because that was the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is - T didn't even know you.&amp;nbsp; *I* introduced you to him.&amp;nbsp;  *I* asked him to let you live in that house rent free for a while to  help you get back on your feet because I was in a position to help and  wanted to pay it forward.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until later that I found out you  lied about C and the reasons you wanted out from that relationship.&amp;nbsp;  Was it really because he asked you to contribute a few hundred bucks a  month to the household expenses?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; I'm dying to hear your reasoning.&amp;nbsp; You want to  be my friend?&amp;nbsp; Prove it.&amp;nbsp; Acknowledge what you did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And here's the  kicker&amp;nbsp; - like that friendship letter, you have no idea who I've copied  on this.&amp;nbsp; Who else is going to be wondering what your answers are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about T.&amp;nbsp; I don't care about what he did - because really, &lt;b&gt;he &lt;/b&gt;never  knew any better.&amp;nbsp; And my life is better without him in it.&amp;nbsp; And in  reality, he and I would have broken up eventually anyway - but I would  have rather had it be on my terms.&amp;nbsp; Certainly not yours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I think  you knew exactly what you were doing.&amp;nbsp; So, let's see if you can admit  it.&amp;nbsp; Own up to what you did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never ask someone not to befriend you - or not to be friends  with you.&amp;nbsp; But I will make sure that they know what you're really  like.&amp;nbsp; Unless, of course, you care to clear up any misconceptions I may  have about you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, because that &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; have been a bit harsh.&amp;nbsp; I sent her this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm sorry if this sounded a bit harsh - but really, I'm willing to  give you the benefit of the doubt.&amp;nbsp; If you can answer these questions  and explain to me why I was so misled about everything - I'm all ears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Monday.&amp;nbsp; And I told Stevie that I sent her that.&amp;nbsp; And said if she wanted to read them, she was more than welcome to.&amp;nbsp; And we agreed that if she responded, that would mean that what she was telling Stevie was really the truth and she was being genuine.&amp;nbsp; And if she didn't respond and ignored it, then she was still a manipulative, conniving, filthy fucking whore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think she did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOwwBtCQC4w/Tg5VlAgiMMI/AAAAAAAAov8/-5f0W4djOfw/s1600/whore.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOwwBtCQC4w/Tg5VlAgiMMI/AAAAAAAAov8/-5f0W4djOfw/s1600/whore.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-9172605379857425796?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/9172605379857425796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=9172605379857425796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/9172605379857425796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/9172605379857425796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#9172605379857425796' title='Lots of really bizarre shit....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOwwBtCQC4w/Tg5VlAgiMMI/AAAAAAAAov8/-5f0W4djOfw/s72-c/whore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4614043092344307081</id><published>2011-06-26T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dip is always good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets are stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is good'/><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in the 'hood....</title><content type='html'>It really is.&amp;nbsp; I think that a pool visit may be in order.&amp;nbsp; Or demanded.&amp;nbsp; By the large number of screaming females coming to the house at noon.&amp;nbsp; There goes the plans of quietly reading my book, while eating bon-bons...&amp;nbsp; LOL NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool at the development I live in, and it's got a splash park.&amp;nbsp; Which makes for lots of fun for the little ones.&amp;nbsp; And God knows I love a house full of peeps - so it's my kind of day&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updates on anything.&amp;nbsp; Well.&amp;nbsp; The new job is going well - the people are nice - some interesting personalities.&amp;nbsp; It's obvious that some people don't like others - but I don't care, I like everybody.&amp;nbsp; Trying to get a "birthday club" together and only 4 or 5 signed up.&amp;nbsp; Again - interesting..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, life is good.&amp;nbsp; I like when it's calm like this - but there's always a shit-storm of sorts just over the horizon.&amp;nbsp; I think that the &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7766225366997517945"&gt;Secret Keeper MPU&lt;/a&gt; is not a happy person with me right now.&amp;nbsp; My attorney got a call this week that he's represented by the same attorney he had before (that thought he was a douche - go figure), and there have been some interesting locations showing up on the feedjit lately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He refuses to answer my emails or send money that he owes - because we all know *that* is the way to get back at me.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; I told him that he can do that, but it only reinforces my thought that he's an ass and to put on his big boy pants and realize that he's got to deal with the fact that he's the boy's father for at least 4 more years, no matter how much he'd like to hide it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNikSLDL-bs/TgdFAX4aTeI/AAAAAAAAovc/vpVPU4l1nhg/s1600/peaceout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNikSLDL-bs/TgdFAX4aTeI/AAAAAAAAovc/vpVPU4l1nhg/s1600/peaceout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Sunday!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to go make some dip.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4614043092344307081?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4614043092344307081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4614043092344307081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4614043092344307081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4614043092344307081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#4614043092344307081' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in the &apos;hood....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNikSLDL-bs/TgdFAX4aTeI/AAAAAAAAovc/vpVPU4l1nhg/s72-c/peaceout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8799781954993868523</id><published>2011-06-19T11:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:41:24.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father schmather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma ran over his dogma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putz'/><title type='text'>Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>Oy.&amp;nbsp; Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; This one is a toughie for me, always has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wish my father a wonderful father's day - it's a tough one on my son (or for me, not so much him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking by cards last week in Walmart, and he started laughing when he saw one that said "hey Dad, thanks for everything".. he asked if that would be appropriate to send to &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; Dad - with a sarcastic twist (wow, he really &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my kid LOL).&amp;nbsp; And he always refers to him as "my Dad"..&amp;nbsp; I always refer to him as "your father".&amp;nbsp; Big difference there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was around for the first year.&amp;nbsp; Kind of.&amp;nbsp; When Josh had surgery at 13 weeks, he showed up in the hospital on his way to work.&amp;nbsp; After the surgery was over, said and done.&amp;nbsp; I was the one that was there at 5:30 am to hand him over to the anesthesiologist, not knowing if I'd ever see him again.&amp;nbsp; Thank God my stepmother came with me for support, otherwise I'd have been on my own.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We'd meet every once in a while and take a walk, or he would use wanting to see him as an excuse to see me.&amp;nbsp; Guess I hadn't learned yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Josh was just starting to say "DaDa" when he saw him when the shit hit the fan.&amp;nbsp; On his first birthday, Kevin stopped in (of course on his way to work) and spent 10 minutes with him.&amp;nbsp; I'd sat around all day, waiting for him to come and spend time with his child.&amp;nbsp; I postponed a birthday party so he could see him.&amp;nbsp; Because, really, what kind of person would I be if I didn't do everything I could to make sure that my son knew his father?&amp;nbsp; I snapped.&amp;nbsp; I told him that he was more than welcome to see his child any time he wanted - but he had to be consistent and not sneak around to do it.&amp;nbsp; Not asking much, right?&amp;nbsp; I decided that what had been good enough for me was definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; good enough for my son.&amp;nbsp; He never made an effort to see him again.&amp;nbsp; We'd run into each other and Josh would say hello to the nice policeman, but I wouldn't tell him that was "Dad".&amp;nbsp; He didn't deserve it at that point. And because we lived near each other, one question I brought up was "what happens if we run into each other in the store and he sees you?&amp;nbsp; Calls you Dad?&amp;nbsp; what are you going to do - run away"...&amp;nbsp; His response "of course not".. Thank goodness it never happened, because I think that's what he would have done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant, I gave him the option of walking away - said "now is your chance to leave, if you want nothing to do with this baby - walk away now, no strings attached".&amp;nbsp; His response "what do you think I am, an asshole"?&amp;nbsp; Um. YES?&amp;nbsp; But at that point I was still in love, trying to regain my dignity and self-respect and getting pregnant by a married man wasn't where I wanted my life to go.&amp;nbsp; Oh, hadn't heard that story?&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd posted about it before, but can't find it to link to it.&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say it wasn't one of the smartest decisions in my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I digress...&amp;nbsp; He chose not to walk away.&amp;nbsp; And then got mad at me when I took him to court for child support.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway - we came to a truce of sorts, and would run into each other and say hello, and he'd spend a couple of minutes with Josh and then be all sad because he wasn't a part of his life.&amp;nbsp; Whatever - your choice, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had another child with another girlfriend (Jeanne) a couple of years before me.&amp;nbsp; She and I became great friends and our kids knew each other (but not that they were siblings).&amp;nbsp; That ended when I caught her sleeping with Kevin again - him cheating on his wife (yet again) and her cheating on her husband.&amp;nbsp; Her daughter didn't know him as her father, thought that Jeanne's husband was her father.&amp;nbsp; There's more to the story, but I'm trying to make this short and sweet.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh wrote him a letter when he was 7 or 8.&amp;nbsp; He ignored it.&amp;nbsp; He's had his attorney come to me in court and say "he just wants to make it clear he wants nothing to do with this child" - and my response was that he'd made that crystal clear for years.&amp;nbsp; She indicated with her tone and manner that she thought he was a piece of shit.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; Tell me something I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I told him that he'd had the opportunity to walk away when I was pregnant and he chose not to do that. I flat out told him that since he decided that this child is going to grow up without a father, I decided that he would lack for nothing else - and that Kevin would pay for it.&amp;nbsp; So every time I can - I take him back for an increase in child support.&amp;nbsp; And make it clear that if he'd #1 - walked away when he had the chance, we wouldn't be there.&amp;nbsp; And #2 - if he were a decent human being, we wouldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his wife have since divorced, he and Jeanne now live together and he plays father of the year to their daughter (who has been introduced and accepted into the family - not quite sure how that was handled...) and the 3 kids he had with his ex-wife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And who knows about their youngest half-sibling, Josh?&amp;nbsp; None of them.&amp;nbsp; Because that would make him look like an asshole.&amp;nbsp; Really?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp; Happy fucking father's day Kevin.&amp;nbsp; You're a piece of shit and I think deep down, you know that.&amp;nbsp; I can only hope that some day karma bites you in the ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8sUg8ulRQ0/Tf4cKfHXI5I/AAAAAAAAou4/1Fy-JpvjJsE/s1600/joshk1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8sUg8ulRQ0/Tf4cKfHXI5I/AAAAAAAAou4/1Fy-JpvjJsE/s320/joshk1.jpg" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8799781954993868523?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8799781954993868523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8799781954993868523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8799781954993868523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8799781954993868523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#8799781954993868523' title='Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8sUg8ulRQ0/Tf4cKfHXI5I/AAAAAAAAou4/1Fy-JpvjJsE/s72-c/joshk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3388093912204189398</id><published>2011-06-18T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhh life....</title><content type='html'>I started my new job this week.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'll have as many good stories as I did at the courthouse, but on the bright side?&amp;nbsp; I won't be called a "fucking bitch" at least once a day.&amp;nbsp; That's kind of nice!&amp;nbsp; And there are some stories - one woman was trying to get hold of someone about the licensing for her day care this week and apparently she rubbed someone the wrong way and was told to call the community mental health for an appointment because maybe THEY could help her.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quiet, but I'm hoping it'll pick up once I get the hang of things and get properly trained.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I'm going to go crazy if it's dead quiet all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... hmmmmmm...&amp;nbsp; really?&amp;nbsp; Not much.&amp;nbsp; Which is nice.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I think I'll cut the grass and head to the pool today.&amp;nbsp; How's that for fun?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of funny the lack of response from the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#632871703635005463"&gt;male parental unit&lt;/a&gt; on my email, he's also not responded within the specified amount of days to my complaint for child support modification.&amp;nbsp; Shocker.&amp;nbsp; I really do believe that he thinks these things will go away if he ignores them.&amp;nbsp; Not so much... sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3388093912204189398?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3388093912204189398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3388093912204189398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3388093912204189398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3388093912204189398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3388093912204189398' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhh life....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1193438132438284037</id><published>2011-06-05T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you cant make this shit up'/><title type='text'>More Shit Defendants Say...</title><content type='html'>One of my favorites ever to come in.&amp;nbsp; Bambi.&amp;nbsp; Who probably deserves her very own post, but I'll condense it.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.&amp;nbsp; 300 lbs. (plus).&amp;nbsp; Very large fake ponytail on the top of her head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First off, I was blinded by the ponytail.&amp;nbsp; Which kept bobbing around as she talked.&amp;nbsp; Which made my head bob around, following it...&amp;nbsp; It doesn't bode well for me.&amp;nbsp; Or Bambi.&amp;nbsp; She tells me that I'm a public servant, and I need to serve her.&amp;nbsp; Huh?&amp;nbsp; What?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&amp;nbsp; That's how this went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result, the deputies came in to remove her.&amp;nbsp; One told her she had 5 seconds to pick up her stuff and get out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her response?&amp;nbsp; "I weigh 300 lbs.&amp;nbsp; There ain't nothing I can do in 5 seconds" or something to that effect.&amp;nbsp; His response?&amp;nbsp; To tell her that if she isn't moving in 5 seconds, he'll move her.&amp;nbsp; Again - her response "I weigh 300 lbs.&amp;nbsp; what choo gonna do - drag my fat ass outta here"?&amp;nbsp; His?&amp;nbsp; "YUP"...&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;"I have an appointment at 8:30"&amp;nbsp; By appointment, you mean arraignment for the drunk driving charge?&amp;nbsp; "yes"...&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Woman towing 3 kids with her.&amp;nbsp; "Can you tell me where Bob Smith* is going to be in court?"...&amp;nbsp; Me:&amp;nbsp; He'll be on video in court Z.&amp;nbsp; Her "come on kids, let's go see daddy on TV".... &lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;"I think I have court today".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;OK - now this one absolutely kills me.&amp;nbsp; If *I* have to go to court, I know where I have to be, when and what time.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell you how many people show up hours late, days early and then say that they lost their paperwork... Really?&amp;nbsp; REALLY?&amp;nbsp; Are you stupid???&amp;nbsp; Oh wait.&amp;nbsp; Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to pay my son's fines"...&amp;nbsp; Oh good - that's great.&amp;nbsp; Teach the kid responsibility.&amp;nbsp; It's only a drunk driving charge and he's SEVENTEEN.&amp;nbsp; Fabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - only 3 more days of this - then we'll have a whole new pool of peeps to work with.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1193438132438284037?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1193438132438284037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1193438132438284037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1193438132438284037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1193438132438284037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#1193438132438284037' title='More Shit Defendants Say...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-632871703635005463</id><published>2011-05-28T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did you just say meow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super troopers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Alllllllrighty then!</title><content type='html'>Lots going on - I graduated May 1st, with some surprise guests that went beyond my wildest expectations - my aunt Harriet's best friend, my bff from 1st grade, another friend from elementary school, 3 cousins my sister and a whole lot of beer.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; A good - no, make that GREAT - time was had by all and it was a much needed "family" visit for me.&amp;nbsp; I have been pretty homesick lately, and it couldn't have come at a better time.&amp;nbsp; The only one missing from the picture is my friend Kim, who pulled it all together - and she is missing only because she TOOK the picture!&amp;nbsp; She got me goooood - apparently they'd been planning this since last year.&amp;nbsp; And those that know me - know that I'm the one usually pulling things on people, not the one that gets gotten.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of us all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKWtxD2FOng/TeEVEAI4sFI/AAAAAAAAotY/M-i9DYh5nv8/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKWtxD2FOng/TeEVEAI4sFI/AAAAAAAAotY/M-i9DYh5nv8/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a new job for a while - and finally got a great one.&amp;nbsp; I'm going from working for the county to working for the state - it's a great "foot ind the door" position, and I hope it will lead to great things.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It was great to be able to give my notice, and I think I made it clear that because I felt I wouldn't go anywhere through the county, that I felt I had to leave for better opportunities.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty sad the way people aren't recognized for their hard work and efforts.&amp;nbsp; Oh well. On to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an email to the MPU (male parental unit) telling him that the boy is curious about his siblings and giving him the option of telling the other kids himself or letting them find out through numerous sources - we have many mutual friends that up until now have kept quiet, the boy could find them on facebook and friend them - can you say "awkward?!?"..&amp;nbsp; or he could control how/when they find out and tell them himself.&amp;nbsp; What do you all think happened?&amp;nbsp; Oh, wait, I'm sorry - I can't hear anything with my head stuck in the sand.&amp;nbsp; This will all go away, right?&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I apologize to the innocent people of the state of MA that have to deal with a grumpy trooper.&amp;nbsp; It's not you, it's him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-632871703635005463?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/632871703635005463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=632871703635005463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/632871703635005463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/632871703635005463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#632871703635005463' title='Alllllllrighty then!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKWtxD2FOng/TeEVEAI4sFI/AAAAAAAAotY/M-i9DYh5nv8/s72-c/IMG_0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1418114265682763471</id><published>2011-04-10T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yippee'/><title type='text'>21 Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGKuXHc-bkQ/TaGyCgLYQnI/AAAAAAAAogQ/mHHXsHw1EQk/s1600/grad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGKuXHc-bkQ/TaGyCgLYQnI/AAAAAAAAogQ/mHHXsHw1EQk/s320/grad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been 6 years, 5 moves (7 if you count the big one to Michigan), one ex-boyfriend, 20 lbs. give or take, 2 different jobs and a WHOLE lot of student loans to pay back, like a nice Range Rover's worth... ouch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1418114265682763471?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1418114265682763471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1418114265682763471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1418114265682763471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1418114265682763471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#1418114265682763471' title='21 Days...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGKuXHc-bkQ/TaGyCgLYQnI/AAAAAAAAogQ/mHHXsHw1EQk/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6329409510660388481</id><published>2011-04-08T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Tip Thursday :)</title><content type='html'>I've been so lucky to have been able to travel to some great and wonderful places.&amp;nbsp; One of my favorites so far has been Alaska - such an untouched wilderness.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy :)&amp;nbsp; And check out &lt;a href="http://phhhst.blogspot.com/2011/04/travel-tip-thrusday-is-back.html"&gt;Pseudo &lt;/a&gt;for more travel tips!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bC1VvBOO5hE/Rpem-nLUT3I/AAAAAAAABUE/9xR1TcODhDI/s1600/IMG_6931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bC1VvBOO5hE/Rpem-nLUT3I/AAAAAAAABUE/9xR1TcODhDI/s320/IMG_6931.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH__p1gb5gs/RpenanLUUII/AAAAAAAABTk/a7HwYbkyRvI/s1600/IMG_6927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pH__p1gb5gs/RpenanLUUII/AAAAAAAABTk/a7HwYbkyRvI/s320/IMG_6927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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smacking you right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been an honest person.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes too honest.&amp;nbsp; And I've always told people that the only person you should really lie to is your mother, because mothers really don't need to know everything.&amp;nbsp; (Don't tell the boy this though, ok? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never lied to my child as to who his father is.&amp;nbsp; He knows his name.&amp;nbsp; I have maybe omitted some pertinent information because he's not old enough to handle it - but the older he gets the more he is told.&amp;nbsp; Like now he knows he has 2 half-brothers and 2 half-sisters.&amp;nbsp; He also knows their names.&amp;nbsp; I see no reason to lie about this.&amp;nbsp; They're related.&amp;nbsp; I have owned up to my responsibilities and I am raising my child on my own.&amp;nbsp; His father, because he is pissed off at me (I know, right - after all these years?&amp;nbsp; Get over it - and yourself) refuses to have anything to do with the boy.&amp;nbsp; He plays father of the year to the other 4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Three found out a few years ago that they have another sister and have welcomed her into the family.&amp;nbsp; But they, on the other hand, know nothing about my son.&amp;nbsp; Two are in their 20's - one is even getting married this year.&amp;nbsp; They're more than old enough to know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were a secret like this in your family - would you want to know ?&amp;nbsp; Or would you rather find out from a curious 14-15 year old kid that friends you on Facebook?&amp;nbsp; Or a picture from someone's blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Whkx21hqz4I/TZjD96Gf1BI/AAAAAAAAogE/OfoGgJz44Fc/s1600/joshkev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Whkx21hqz4I/TZjD96Gf1BI/AAAAAAAAogE/OfoGgJz44Fc/s320/joshkev.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not the boy's place (or really, mine) to tell them that their father is an asshole.&amp;nbsp; It really should be on &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, shouldn't it?&amp;nbsp; It's not &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;secret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7766225366997517945?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7766225366997517945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7766225366997517945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7766225366997517945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7766225366997517945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7766225366997517945' title='Secrets....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Whkx21hqz4I/TZjD96Gf1BI/AAAAAAAAogE/OfoGgJz44Fc/s72-c/joshkev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-261922750511422104</id><published>2011-01-05T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit defendants say......</title><content type='html'>OOOH Honey, what you done - you look different.&amp;nbsp; Did you get youngified overnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; why, yes, yes, I did!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;********************&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your payment isn't due until February.&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; February?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; yes, February.&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; Next month?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Well, considering that this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; January, next month would be February, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; He told me to come here and do, um, something.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; he who?&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; Um, you know.&amp;nbsp; The, um, guy.&amp;nbsp; Told me to come here and do something.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Did you just come from court?&lt;br /&gt;Def: yes&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Did you talk to a Judge?&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; What did the Judge tell you to do?&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; set up a payment plan.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Oh.&amp;nbsp; Well that helps.&amp;nbsp; Here fill this out....&lt;br /&gt;Def. comes back after 10 min, form only half filled out.&amp;nbsp; "here".&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; No - you need to fill it out completely, including how much you can pay per month.&lt;br /&gt;Def:&amp;nbsp; Well the Judge told me I could do community service.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Oh, really?&amp;nbsp; Gee that would have been helpful to know - here now fill out THIS form instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best one yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you got to be locking a Shameka up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't make this shit up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-261922750511422104?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/261922750511422104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=261922750511422104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/261922750511422104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/261922750511422104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#261922750511422104' title='Shit defendants say......'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5879104278024475098</id><published>2011-01-01T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, new post...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided either to get my hand on my ass and start blogging again, or delete it.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how things go over the next couple of weeks and I'll decide then.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have no classes going on at the moment, but lots of projects that need to get done, and maybe I'll be able to juggle them all.&amp;nbsp; Life has been hectic at times, very slow at others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to teach the boy about thinking about others - which is more of a challenge than I expected.&amp;nbsp; He's so self-centered sometimes, and has absolutely no regard of his actions affecting others.&amp;nbsp; Reminds me of someone that I spent a couple of years with that apparently rubbed off more than I thought.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also trying to get him to understand the value of money, and things like when he cooks a whole bagel but only eats half (throwing out the other half) that's wasting money.&amp;nbsp; My money.&amp;nbsp; That I work hard for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to work.&amp;nbsp; I should start a blog called "Shit defendants say"..&amp;nbsp; I have been amazed sometimes at what comes out of people's mouths.&amp;nbsp; And how they smell.&amp;nbsp; Do people &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;realize that they smell like an onion pizza (or worse) after not showering for weeks on end?&amp;nbsp; And really?&amp;nbsp; Don't call your son's father your "baby-daddy".&amp;nbsp; It only makes you look dumb.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Same for your son's mother.&amp;nbsp; "Baby mama" =&amp;nbsp; Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save more of that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5879104278024475098?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5879104278024475098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5879104278024475098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5879104278024475098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5879104278024475098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5879104278024475098' title='New Year, new post...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2517159395821280519</id><published>2010-10-31T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New favorite song?  NSFW or kids</title><content type='html'>This is beyond fabulous!!&amp;nbsp; Love it! &lt;br /&gt;I know - I've been MIA lately.&amp;nbsp; School, work, kid - been busy.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ven9wtJ8guk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ven9wtJ8guk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/7888592370486828794-2517159395821280519?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2517159395821280519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2517159395821280519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2517159395821280519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2517159395821280519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#2517159395821280519' title='New favorite song?  NSFW or kids'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2075256027092727189</id><published>2010-07-11T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Just some random Sunday thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having the windows open during the summer.&amp;nbsp; I'd sleep with a fan on me every night if I could - the white noise and blowing air = a great night's sleep.&amp;nbsp; Usually.&amp;nbsp; I live in a house with central air.&amp;nbsp; It's much cooler than a fan.&amp;nbsp; And when it's humid, like it has been for the past 2 weeks?&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp; Godsend.&amp;nbsp; My son, on the other hand, would live his life in AC.&amp;nbsp; Where he came from, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream the other night that I was in the hospital for something (not sure - not important to the story) and when I came out of the anesthesia, he told me that #1 he had a girlfriend and #2 she'd just given birth to their baby.&amp;nbsp; WHAAAAAAAAAAA????????&amp;nbsp; He's 13.&amp;nbsp; He hasn't hit puberty yet.&amp;nbsp; I told him about my dream, and that kids his age were having sex and that if he had any questions about it all, he could ask me.&amp;nbsp; His response?&amp;nbsp; "Well this isn't awkward at all!".&amp;nbsp; Hey - at least I put it out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give match.com a try.&amp;nbsp; For the 3 days free.&amp;nbsp; So I have to remember to cancel it tomorrow or I get charged for 3 months (or 6, I'm not sure which one I clicked).&amp;nbsp; A lot of people have viewed my profile.&amp;nbsp; One even contacted me about coffee.&amp;nbsp; Which wouldn't be bad.&amp;nbsp; But I viewed his profile, and while he is blind, that's no excuse for having a professional picture taken of yourself wearing the American flag in not only your shirt and shorts, but the cowboy hat to match.&amp;nbsp; I politely declined.&amp;nbsp; Which could be one of two things.&amp;nbsp; Either a sign that I've not yet reached &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; point of desperation yet, or that I'm too picky.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking that it's the former, not the latter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop the boy off for a week at camp in about an hour.&amp;nbsp; While I will miss him, the house will be a lot cleaner when he comes home, and I will have had a week of peace.&amp;nbsp; Both he and my "other" kid will be gone all week.&amp;nbsp; We're hosting a player for the local minor-league baseball team and they're on a road trip until the 19th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm determined NOT to go food shopping while they're gone.&amp;nbsp; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&amp;nbsp; I'm off to read my latest book "Eat, Pray, Love" I've been wanting to read it ever since my friend &lt;a href="http://dontworryitsonlyamovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; talked about it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it'll give me some insight into the meaning of life.&amp;nbsp; You never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2075256027092727189?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2075256027092727189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2075256027092727189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2075256027092727189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2075256027092727189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#2075256027092727189' title='Random Sunday...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3870028213495389880</id><published>2010-07-04T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sangria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TDCpaLUf7kI/AAAAAAAAkwY/BsSBMWfJttg/s1600/liberty2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TDCpaLUf7kI/AAAAAAAAkwY/BsSBMWfJttg/s320/liberty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh - new stuff with the blogs, now I can *see* the picture before posting the blog.&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a happy and safe 4th.&amp;nbsp; A great quote I found - &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;You have to love a  nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a  parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a  show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids  throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from  happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.   ~Erma Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;On tap for today?&amp;nbsp; Sangria - the white one.&amp;nbsp; Only I couldn't find frozen peaches so I threw in frozen mangos and a couple of fresh peaches cut up.&amp;nbsp; And 2 bottles of wine.&amp;nbsp; The container had extra room, what can I say?&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Will get back on how it tastes. &amp;nbsp; A cookout with some friends.&amp;nbsp; Maybe some baseball.&amp;nbsp; More baseball.&amp;nbsp; We are hosting a local minor-league team's player.&amp;nbsp; He's awesome - and the boy is loving having a "big brother" around for the summer. &amp;nbsp; I think tomorrow I will have a cookout.&amp;nbsp; Invite some friends.&amp;nbsp; Drink more Sangria.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhhhhhhhhh, summer.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3870028213495389880?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3870028213495389880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3870028213495389880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3870028213495389880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3870028213495389880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#3870028213495389880' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TDCpaLUf7kI/AAAAAAAAkwY/BsSBMWfJttg/s72-c/liberty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-637114608905925714</id><published>2010-06-27T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>What a delightfully tasty weekend!  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to bake a banana cake with cream cheese frosting AND a chocolate cake that looked and smelled to die for.  The banana one was specifically requested by the 16 year old birthday girl - and I know that one is really good.  The chocolate was a new recipe that I tried out.  I made it all pretty, too.  And so ends the "a cake a month for a year" that was auctioned off at last year's relay.  Thank GOD!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TCdW_vIkeBI/AAAAAAAAkvM/aFDop6lVWvw/s1600/IMG_6699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TCdW_vIkeBI/AAAAAAAAkvM/aFDop6lVWvw/s320/IMG_6699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487450323958396946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I made Sangria for a graduation party.  The guys were drinking it, it was so tasty.  Last night we had a "Sangria Saturday" on my friend Kim's deck.  Who, by the way - now has hair again.  It's gray and really short - but it's hair!  She said she actually had to shave her legs, too!  Woot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sangria? Deeeeeeeeelightful.  Of course I'll share.  Silly.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peachy White Wine Sangria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 big ass bottle dry white wine&lt;br /&gt;* 3/4 cup peach flavored schnapps&lt;br /&gt;* 1 can frozen lemonade concentrate, thawed&lt;br /&gt;* 1/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;* 1 package frozen peaches&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup seedless red grapes, halved&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup seedless green grapes, halved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put together and let it sit at least overnight.  We added ginger ale to cut it because it was strong.   And for those that don't like peaches?  I can't stand peaches and absolutely loved this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Wine Sangria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large bottle of red wine (I got the extra large one) - and it doesn't have to be expensive wine, get something middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;1 2 liter bottle of ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;2 limes&lt;br /&gt;2 lemons&lt;br /&gt;1 orange&lt;br /&gt;1 can frozen lemonade&lt;br /&gt;1 big can of pineapple chunks in juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour the wine into a container (I bought a 2 gallon cooler with a spout just for this stuff). Add 2 tablespoons of sugar. Add 1/2 cup of orange juice if you have it. Cut the limes, lemons and oranges - squeeze the juice into the wine and then toss in what's left of them so the rest can seep out. Put in the pineapples. I put a couple of shots of raspberry vodka in also. Let it all sit overnight (at the very least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to serve it - add the can of frozen lemonade, a 2 liter bottle of ginger ale and I also threw in a package of frozen raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up and enjoy!  The girl that brought the red last night made ice cubes with raspberries in them - they were awesome in both the red and white.  No clogging of the spout - still get the flavor!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue with the closed containers is that nobody can see the fruit or add it to their drinks.  Which some may consider an issue - but if you're the owner of said container - you get to EAT the fruit.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TCdagYIuZgI/AAAAAAAAkvU/xAM-bhGR5dE/s1600/redsangria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TCdagYIuZgI/AAAAAAAAkvU/xAM-bhGR5dE/s320/redsangria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487454183255598594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone - new class starts tomorrow (Environmental studies or something like that).  I'm off to read, catch up some, and enjoy the morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-637114608905925714?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/637114608905925714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=637114608905925714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/637114608905925714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/637114608905925714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#637114608905925714' title='Mmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TCdW_vIkeBI/AAAAAAAAkvM/aFDop6lVWvw/s72-c/IMG_6699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2310744782701994547</id><published>2010-06-13T07:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckwits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty and justice for all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma ran over his dogma'/><title type='text'>The last you ever hear.....</title><content type='html'>Yup.  This could be it. My last post ever on the Fuckwit.  Hee heee hee - on his wedding day, no less.   Because it's come around, as it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the fuckwit presented the fiancee with a prenup - a little over a week ago.  It was the same prenup that his brother had HIS wife sign, so what could possibly be the problem?  It left her with nothing.  N O T H I N G.  Not after 1, 5, 10, 20 or even 50 years.  And if he died - she got nothing.  She refused to sign it, he refused to budge.  She refused to budge.  And then told him to screw and moved back to California.  Of course he's telling people that he broke it off - but that's not what really happened from what I understand.  Another twisted reality to make himself look the victim when he's really not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the *TRUE* Fuckwit - and his siblings, and what they are all about.  Thank goodness for her!  I just hope if the whole virgin thing was true that she didn't give it up for him before the wedding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but REALLY???  NOTHING?  I wouldn't have signed it either.  And while that may initially look like it's about the money, it's really not.  She gave up her life in California, her family and friends - moved to Michigan - and granted, they wouldn't last for more than a year or two - but she didn't know that.  She was expecting to spend the rest of her life with this person.  So imagine 30 years down the road something happens to him.  They've got 3-4 kids.  What is she left with to show of 30 years of marriage?  Nothing.  Not the house she'd lived in, the job was long gone because he needs full time care (as do those kids!) - that's not worth anything?  Really?  Even if it was 2-3 years.  That's worth nothing?  I would think that her virginity at least would be worth something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway - he showed his selfish, disgusting fuckwit self.  His siblings showed that they are all about the money and keeping it close.  It's only money.  It's unfortunate that to them, it's more important than real relationships with people that don't give a shit about the money.  But when it comes down to it - that is what it's all about - to them.  Live your lonely lives and wonder why you are all so socially retarded and don't have any *real* friends other than the ones who live in the same bubble you're in and the Fuckwit will continue with ones like, oh... I don't know - the FFW?  She's a great example.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma.  Gotta love it.  I know I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2310744782701994547?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2310744782701994547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2310744782701994547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2310744782701994547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2310744782701994547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2310744782701994547' title='The last you ever hear.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2383407204420564755</id><published>2010-05-24T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><title type='text'>best news</title><content type='html'>Suck it, cancer.  My friend Kim is completely free of you.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S_rKTbcZFOI/AAAAAAAAksQ/OihRLc2YLq4/s1600/kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S_rKTbcZFOI/AAAAAAAAksQ/OihRLc2YLq4/s320/kim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474910732155426018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2383407204420564755?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2383407204420564755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2383407204420564755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2383407204420564755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2383407204420564755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2383407204420564755' title='best news'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S_rKTbcZFOI/AAAAAAAAksQ/OihRLc2YLq4/s72-c/kim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5341044906798587370</id><published>2010-05-09T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where a kid can be a kid.....</title><content type='html'>My buddy Chrissy wrote a post today about &lt;a href="http://cdhmomma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia-for-hood.html"&gt;her neighborhood&lt;/a&gt; growing up.  They lived in a house that I swear would be my dream house if I could have it. Someone commented about her mother that "I wonder if she realizes the she mothered the last generation of kids who would experience that kind of childhood."  She wasn't.  Mine does.  Granted, I'm not a stay at home mom, but my son is 13.  He IS 13.  He's not going on 16, 17 or older.  His friends in the neighborhood aren't delinquents.  I know all of them.  There is one that's got a little Eddie Haskell in him, but that's just Drew.  He's a good kid, just a little Eddie Haskell-ish.  If there's any trouble, he's usually involved.  All the parents know all the kids.  We know which parents are cool, which ones are cuckoo for cocoa puffs, which ones are strict and which ones are not.  During the summer, the kids are outside playing until 10:00 or sometimes later.  Michigan really should be in CST, because it's still light out at 10 some nights.  They play on their skateboards, bikes, roller blades, with their nerf guns, air-soft guns and bar one emergency (&lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7133532672717959986"&gt;whoops!&lt;/a&gt;) no damage is done.  I don't worry about mine.  In fact, on occasion, the moms go out for a cocktail down the road and leave the kids outside playing, because we know they're OK.  &lt;br /&gt;Could I have this in MA?  Maybe.  Do I have it in MI?  Absolutely.  &lt;br /&gt;Many of you don't know, but I moved here a little over 6 years ago.  My reasoning?  My son needed me more than my friends &amp; family did.  They would hopefully still be there, but he wasn't always going to be 6.  He needed ME.  He needed to feel safe.  He needed to be out of an environment where drugs, gangs and nonsense were the norm.   &lt;br /&gt;Now his biggest worry is not getting his homework done.  Not if the kid next door is going to ask him to smoke pot.  Or steal something.  Or how much trouble he can get into before I get home from work.  I'm only 20 min. away.  Not an hour and a half.  He lives where a kid can be a kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-bGab945PI/AAAAAAAAkgE/FUHquu6cYv8/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-bGab945PI/AAAAAAAAkgE/FUHquu6cYv8/s320/IMG_6023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469276954974282994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5341044906798587370?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5341044906798587370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5341044906798587370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5341044906798587370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5341044906798587370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5341044906798587370' title='Where a kid can be a kid.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-bGab945PI/AAAAAAAAkgE/FUHquu6cYv8/s72-c/IMG_6023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8356904179202923418</id><published>2010-05-08T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>that macroeconomics may kick my butt... I get some of it, but not all of it.  And the whole math aspects of it?  Eeeeesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me now.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's something fun - see if you can figure out the "DUH" part of this Marquee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-XlfaQCiII/AAAAAAAAkfA/9uKLQpYpmZs/s1600/IMG_5366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-XlfaQCiII/AAAAAAAAkfA/9uKLQpYpmZs/s320/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469029650296637570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frost warning for tonight.  Can we be over winter already?  I'm over IT, why can't it just be done?  Cheez luiz!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really happening this week.  Iris' are up and starting to bloom.  All the other seeds/bulbs I planted are starting to sprout - and the fun thing?  I don't remember what I planted, so it'll be exciting to see what comes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8356904179202923418?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8356904179202923418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8356904179202923418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8356904179202923418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8356904179202923418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8356904179202923418' title='I think'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S-XlfaQCiII/AAAAAAAAkfA/9uKLQpYpmZs/s72-c/IMG_5366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-948544442495111675</id><published>2010-05-02T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:29:54.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water water everywhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidlins'/><title type='text'>ahhhhh weekend</title><content type='html'>I love the weekends.  I have decided to stay (for now) at my job because even though it's slow as shit, I can get homework done there that I wouldn't be able to do at another job.  And with macroeconomics starting this week, I think I'll need the down time! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lesley came and hung out at the house yesterday - her youngest is adorable, and apparently wants me to kiss her ass.  See?  Isn't that what she's saying?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S92i29RdI0I/AAAAAAAAj6Q/yVnFya8FcIY/s1600/IMG_5943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S92i29RdI0I/AAAAAAAAj6Q/yVnFya8FcIY/s320/IMG_5943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466704587742061378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started downpouring.  I had told a story earlier in the day how during the summer, my mother used to put us into our bathing suits and let us go out and play in the rain (actually I think she used to lock us out of the house, but that's another story LOL).  So once we made sure that there wasn't any lightning - we let the older two do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S92jo5iDefI/AAAAAAAAj6c/wsL3jvnMOMo/s1600/IMG_5992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S92jo5iDefI/AAAAAAAAj6c/wsL3jvnMOMo/s320/IMG_5992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466705445731400178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of fun was had - and they all slept well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back yard has been taken over by crabgrass - any hints are welcome.  I've tried the Weed &amp; Feed, Crabgrass Killer and now am almost resigned to it taking over - it's green, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front, however - that's all mine....  I've got iris', gladioli, zinnias, when everything comes up it should be a color explosion at the front of the house!  I can't wait.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-948544442495111675?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/948544442495111675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=948544442495111675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/948544442495111675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/948544442495111675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#948544442495111675' title='ahhhhh weekend'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S92i29RdI0I/AAAAAAAAj6Q/yVnFya8FcIY/s72-c/IMG_5943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4738768301605213186</id><published>2010-04-26T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:04:06.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepers Creepers</title><content type='html'>it's been a while.  Maybe I should just turn this into a "once a month" blog?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up my class (with a B, thank you).  Went on spring break - where we had a lovely time - weather could have been warmer, but really?  I wasn't working, so it was all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good here - I'm actually looking into taking the LSAT in October.  If I score high enough, I can get a 100% scholarship to the law school that's like 40 miles away.  Oy vey, what am I thinking?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy actually had a decent report card this semester.  Nothing lower than a C except Band, and that's because he doesn't practice.  We've talked about it 10 million times, but he is in charge of it - and won't do it.  So he gets an E.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctors appt. today and he asked if I had any issues with intercourse.  I laughed and said "other than the fact that I get NONE??? NO.  But if I do - I'll let you know!!"... He never knows what I'm going to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest on the train wreck that is my ex?  Apparently he's marrying a tree-hugger vegan virgin.  Say that 10 times fast.  He's got the attention span of a gnat, and will lose interest very quickly - but in the meantime he's done what he's done for every relationship - conformed himself to seem like he's into what they are.  So while he's secretly stuffing his face with McDonald's - because he is after all - a huge carnivore, in front of her he only eats vegan foods.  But the problem with that?  He hides the wrappers under the seat of the car and is too lazy to throw them out later, or he forgets about them.  LOLOLOLOLOL  And the only green he cares about is what's in his wallet.  I'm sure she'll learn that pretty quickly.  He's getting married here (nobody would go to the wedding if it were out in California - apparently not even most of his family), and wants her to live here because people are nice to him here because of who his father is.  Not because of who he is.  But it makes him feel important.  And it makes him feel like he can look important, as opposed to out there (Cali) where he has no friends and looks UNimportant in this life.  Granted, he has no friends here, either and once you've been around enough you realize that people merely tolerate him - not like him, not include him in their social circles - they just tolerate him.  Guess she'll have to learn that one, too on her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4738768301605213186?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4738768301605213186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4738768301605213186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4738768301605213186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4738768301605213186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4738768301605213186' title='Jeepers Creepers'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5146514904927196839</id><published>2010-03-31T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:04:41.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq0stK3AI/AAAAAAAAiek/595c6ZU0gRM/s1600/IMG_4933.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq0stK3AI/AAAAAAAAiek/595c6ZU0gRM/s320/IMG_4933.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq1KmDeTI/AAAAAAAAies/087AtRbGJ7g/s1600/IMG_5013.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq1KmDeTI/AAAAAAAAies/087AtRbGJ7g/s320/IMG_5013.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq1ptQ5JI/AAAAAAAAie0/RRuB-Itq--g/s1600/IMG_5025.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq1ptQ5JI/AAAAAAAAie0/RRuB-Itq--g/s320/IMG_5025.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq2GGToDI/AAAAAAAAie8/FfjqO2W8ogw/s1600/IMG_5065.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq2GGToDI/AAAAAAAAie8/FfjqO2W8ogw/s320/IMG_5065.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5146514904927196839?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5146514904927196839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5146514904927196839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5146514904927196839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5146514904927196839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5146514904927196839' title='more :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7Oq0stK3AI/AAAAAAAAiek/595c6ZU0gRM/s72-c/IMG_4933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6729924121445810638</id><published>2010-03-31T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:02:43.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas/Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqWzW_A9I/AAAAAAAAieE/ZDsbOYaUcpg/s1600/IMG_4450.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqWzW_A9I/AAAAAAAAieE/ZDsbOYaUcpg/s320/IMG_4450.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqXWXZVgI/AAAAAAAAieM/59-N7Rd6wgM/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqXWXZVgI/AAAAAAAAieM/59-N7Rd6wgM/s320/IMG_4511.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqX-Y9EII/AAAAAAAAieU/dUEYUsvzCmQ/s1600/IMG_4627.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqX-Y9EII/AAAAAAAAieU/dUEYUsvzCmQ/s320/IMG_4627.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqYOI0XbI/AAAAAAAAiec/6iTaYnATr0o/s1600/IMG_4930.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqYOI0XbI/AAAAAAAAiec/6iTaYnATr0o/s320/IMG_4930.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how beautiful and breathtaking the Grand Canyon is - just amazing.  And we only saw a small slice of it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time - wish you all were here :)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6729924121445810638?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6729924121445810638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6729924121445810638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6729924121445810638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6729924121445810638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6729924121445810638' title='Vegas/Grand Canyon'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S7OqWzW_A9I/AAAAAAAAieE/ZDsbOYaUcpg/s72-c/IMG_4450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-6687161639300233778</id><published>2010-03-28T11:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:56:03.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart freaks'/><title type='text'>Traveling Sunday?</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd just let you all know some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S6979nsh6BI/AAAAAAAAgz4/jkJLUV1udKY/s1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S6979nsh6BI/AAAAAAAAgz4/jkJLUV1udKY/s320/vegas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453713972326950930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is better than late-night Walmart.  LOL  Apparently, clothing that FITS is optional.  We got to the hotel about 9:00 or so last night, and oh my goodness, we haven't been outside the hotel and already the Boy has seen more than he should.  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that there would be a "resort fee" for the hotel that is fully paid for? AND that internet would cost $12/day?  Seriously?  So to cover all that, they have put a $250 hold on my credit card.  Gee, thanks.  We'll just put that along with the stupid hold from the car rental company - which added insurance to my rental and that bumped it up $300.  Um, no - I'll take the $150 rental without the insurance please.  WTF???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotel room has no coffee maker or refrigerator.  I'm not loving that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get coffee at the Starbucks in the lobby this morning, and a guy that looked as though he may have been doing the walk of shame - or been up for 4 days straight, asked me if I was just getting there.  I said, no we got here yesterday, and then he asked what day yesterday was.  Really?  OK.  Then he told me that he'll be watching for me this week.  I threw up a little in my mouth - he was looking pretty rough.  LOL  But hey - that's the closest I've had to an offer in ages!  Maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?  Right?  ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to the observation deck in the Stratosphere, then who knows... The day is young.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. I figure I should post each day - heck it's costing me $12, I may as well get my money's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-6687161639300233778?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/6687161639300233778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=6687161639300233778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6687161639300233778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/6687161639300233778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6687161639300233778' title='Traveling Sunday?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/S6979nsh6BI/AAAAAAAAgz4/jkJLUV1udKY/s72-c/vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-458460860106822930</id><published>2010-03-21T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:35:16.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite song...</title><content type='html'>one of many - but I just love this one.  And they're playing 1/2 hour away from me, in a tiny little club - NEXT WEEK.  While I'm in Vegas.  AAAAAARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVpv8-5XWOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVpv8-5XWOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/7888592370486828794-458460860106822930?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/458460860106822930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=458460860106822930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/458460860106822930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/458460860106822930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#458460860106822930' title='my new favorite song...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3323857007558412982</id><published>2010-03-21T16:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:44:30.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buyer beware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckwits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run as fast as you can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my life now'/><title type='text'>Please excuse my rudeness...</title><content type='html'>but this is an open letter to my ex's (the FW) fiancee...  Yes, I said fiancee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN.  As fast as you can - RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a pathological liar - which you will find out, probably too late.  He twists reality to suit his own needs (usually making him look the victim) and wants.  He is a very selfish person, and will do what he wants to get what he wants when he wants it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has had a self-imposed "two year" expiration date on most of his relationships - mainly because his attention span can't last much longer than that.  The only reason why you got a ring and a proposal is because you refuse to sleep with him until you're married.  We'll give the expiration date a little leeway, but you've been warned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe everything he tells you.  Especially about his ex-girlfriends.  Most of it?  Not true.  His father will never hand over his company to him.  He will never gain full custody of his son.  He is considered the fuck-up in his family.  And for good reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that you write his emails for him - he is a grammatical nightmare, and when they make sense?  They're written by someone else.  I did it, as did the one before me.  We all fell victim to the "poor me" - we just got out before we got sucked in too far.  Regardless of what he may have told you.  And for me?  I'm so much happier now - so when he tells you that I'm bitter and want him back - SO not true.  I wouldn't touch him with a 10 ft. pole.  I don't care how much money he has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some members of his family are wonderful, most of them are not what they seem.  They will make you believe they care about you and stab you in the back without warning.  They would support him in anything - including locking you out of the house if you try to tell him what to do or suggest anything that he is not in favor of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever suggest to him he can't be friends with someone - no matter how much they take advantage of him - or give him an ultimatum - because the act of you telling him "NO" will turn him into the 17 year old boy that he truly is and he will dig his heels deep into the shit that they usually are in - and you will lose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run now while you can.  It's not worth giving up your integrity, life and all else that you hold on to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't run?  Get married, pregnant and then take him for everything you can - because in a court of law?  Virgin trumps EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3323857007558412982?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3323857007558412982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3323857007558412982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3323857007558412982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3323857007558412982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3323857007558412982' title='Please excuse my rudeness...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5760387798435538034</id><published>2010-03-14T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:20:07.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a whole month since I've been here!  Tons going on - back in school, the boy is doing much better in his classes, he's playing soccer in a recreational league now, work is still - well, work.  I've applied for and gotten turned down for a couple of different jobs, but I'm sure that eventually the right job will pan out.  &lt;br /&gt;I bought a new car this week - traded in my old reliable Jeep for something with less miles and more toys.  Got a 2007 Saab SUV that is loaded, and I got a great deal on it - otherwise I would have kept the Jeep.  It had to be something great to make me take on a car payment LOL - I haven't had one in about 4 years.  Maybe 5.  &lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on - I have been reading off and on through Google, so I'm trying to keep up, it just seems like the days get shorter and shorter, and I'm making a concerted effort to not be on the computer too much.  And making the boy not be on his computer so much, too!  &lt;br /&gt;Oy - off to get the round brownies out of the oven for Pi day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5760387798435538034?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5760387798435538034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5760387798435538034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5760387798435538034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5760387798435538034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5760387798435538034' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3865420915491726379</id><published>2010-02-15T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:10:59.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday!</title><content type='html'>Play along &lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/2010/02/manic-monday-200.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's actually two - usually used together "I can't".  I think that it should be stricken from acceptable answers everywhere.  Don't ever look at how you *can't* do something - always try and find a way that you CAN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you need really good advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh geez, this is a tough one.  It was always my aunt Harriet.  She was my "go to" person for just about everything.  And funny - she's come up like three times today.  Now, it depends on the advice really.  I don't have one set person that I go to for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could participate in any winter Olympic sport, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Downhill skiing.  I would fly free like a bird.  Over the hills, spanning the globe, making new records.  Yeah.  Forget it.  I'd kill myself.  Maybe the green trail?  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3865420915491726379?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3865420915491726379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3865420915491726379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3865420915491726379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3865420915491726379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3865420915491726379' title='Manic Monday!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1212966236055692922</id><published>2010-02-15T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:35:02.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll admit it, I've been negligent..</title><content type='html'>in my blogging.  But geez luiz - I've been busy!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my Marketing class - and have a solid C in it.  Normally, I'd be pissed, but really it's what I deserve.  I haven't put in the effort required for a higher grade, so I'll take it.  After this is done, I have 5 classes left to graduate.  They've been phasing out the paralegal program and the classes to choose from are slim pickings.  I thought I'd be able to graduate in December, but one class isn't offered until then, so it looks like May of next year.  Which is fine, because I'm not looking forward to paying back the $40K+ in student loans.  Yuck.  &lt;br /&gt;My credit rating has jumped since I bought my house a year ago.  That's what paying bills on time does, woot!  I'm dumping the credit card that was the only one I could get and getting a new and improved one that will transfer the balance and drop the interest rate about 25 points.  Stupid credit cards.  I love my credit union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is doing so much better in school - he's finally *got it* that there is a direct correlation between doing his homework and getting better grades.  And he likes it that he gets $20 an A, $10 for a B and $5 for C's (in his core classes - I'm certainly not paying $20 for an A in gym lol).  I think he's finally finding his groove.  For the first time since 1st grade, though - he doesn't want to play baseball.  I'm crushed!  I love baseball.  I love little league.  His coach last year was such an asshole, though - that he wants to take a break.  :(  Maybe next year.  Now we have soccer to look forward to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim starts her heavy duty chemo tomorrow.  Then a 3 week break, another dose, 3 week break and then the last dose.  Then a PET scan and hopefully cancer free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a day off and NOTHING to do.  I could paint - I still have many white walls.  I could catch up on Gray's Anatomy - I have about 12 to watch.  I could finish my book (the latest paperback by Sandra Brown - it's good).  Or do nothing.  I haven't figured out which direction I'm heading in.  Yet.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1212966236055692922?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1212966236055692922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1212966236055692922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1212966236055692922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1212966236055692922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1212966236055692922' title='I&apos;ll admit it, I&apos;ve been negligent..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8379295490120361586</id><published>2010-01-31T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:21:10.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all work and no play makes Kathy very boring :)'/><title type='text'>Interesting week...</title><content type='html'>The boy, in response to being told to clean his room, subsequently ran away.  Granted, it was only to the woods and all he took was a (non-working) cell phone, charger and his special pillow.  But the little shit - he called my bluff of calling his bluff.  Two strong-willed Scorpios in one house makes for a bit of interesting times, to say the least.  I am not sure I'm ready for the teenage angst years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim has completed her radiation!  Yay!!  She's got 3 heavy-duty doses of chemo left and then she'll be done and hopefully cancer free.  She's got 3 weeks off to regain some of her strength and then they'll start and be spaced out 3 weeks apart.  They figure after the 2nd dose she'll lose her hair :(  We had a pre-chemo shower for her before she started that, and now we're going to have a scarf party next weekend.  Erin - I wish you could be here!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the semester started up again, so less time for me on the computer - which is not an altogether bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview in the Prosecutors office this week for a legal assistant position.  Keep your fingers crossed - I think it's a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo - happy Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8379295490120361586?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8379295490120361586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8379295490120361586' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8379295490120361586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8379295490120361586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8379295490120361586' title='Interesting week...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4569833503982108049</id><published>2010-01-18T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:49:42.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions are like assholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is good'/><title type='text'>Opinionated?  me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2010/01/spin-cycle-so-tell-us-what-you-really-think.html"&gt;Sprite's Keeper&lt;/a&gt; is spinning a new one, this time on opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I'm sure I had opinions, but never voiced them much.  I had my mother to do that for me - whether it was my opinion or hers.  Once I became a mother, it was time to stand up for myself and voice my own.  They might not always be the most popular, but they're mine. All mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of opinions.  Want to hear some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to judge me, live a week in my shoes - then we'll talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to pathological liars and their opinions - usually they're full of shit and 75% of it is made up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, when the boy was small I was in a store, and he was acting up.  A new mother walked by and said to her infant "YOU'LL never act that way"... I want to say to her now?  How's that working for you now?  Have you discovered yet that kids are unpredictable?  They can say and do things that will just amaze you in one second, but then turn around and be Linda Blair/head spinning/vomit spewing the next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a restaurant the other night, and it seemed like all of the tables had at least one or two that constantly had their phones out - either texting, FB'ing, tweeting or something.  Have we become so dependent on our computers that we can't put that stuff down for an hour and have real, honest to goodness face time with people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish more of my friends could realize that they are a lot stronger than they give themselves credit for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of security is no reason to put up with shit from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your therapist tells you that your girlfriend is a lesbian, that's probably not a good sign (unless you, too, are a lesbian - then you're all set!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add more later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4569833503982108049?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4569833503982108049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4569833503982108049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4569833503982108049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4569833503982108049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4569833503982108049' title='Opinionated?  me?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5378594283037418772</id><published>2010-01-14T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:59:57.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life...</title><content type='html'>is so insignificant compared to what is going on in Haiti.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&amp;s_src=RSG000000000&amp;s_subsrc=RCO_BigRedButton"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to help through the Red Cross.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other, better bloggie buds have written about it like &lt;a href="http://cdhmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-me-haiti-is-person.html"&gt;Creepy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://phhhst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pseudo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dontworryitsonlyamovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-do-what-you-can.html"&gt;Movie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://leclaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-haiti.html"&gt;The Claw&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do what you can to help these people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how many people have died there.  I have 22 followers.  Say that each of us has 100 people in their family.  If &lt;b&gt;every single one of us died&lt;/b&gt; - that still doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of how many have been lost there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for all that remain, that they may find hope and get past all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5378594283037418772?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5378594283037418772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5378594283037418772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5378594283037418772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5378594283037418772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5378594283037418772' title='My life...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7010005504137030414</id><published>2009-12-31T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:55:36.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/Sz049lqCF4I/AAAAAAAAfkk/9JsejfVX7so/s1600-h/happy-new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/Sz049lqCF4I/AAAAAAAAfkk/9JsejfVX7so/s320/happy-new-year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421552157155530626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh 2009.  Glad to see you go.  It's been a heck of a year.  Busy, but in a good way, I suppose.  Re-reading my &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3466549849254072846"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; post was interesting, but there wasn't anything really profound in it all.  I still miss my family (including my aunt).  I didn't go home for Christmas this year, for numerous reasons - financial included, but I also wanted to save the vacation time in case I need to take any off for friends in need..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a big year.  If all goes well, a year from now I should finally have my bachelor's degree.  Yay!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 years since I moved to Michigan.  I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and maybe being there for my friend Kim is the reason that I moved here.  Who knows.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'm finally ready to get into another relationship.  We'll see if I can find a willing partner in crime, though. LOL  There has to be a guy out there that wants an over 40 single mom with a mind of her own, doesn't there? LOL  That can stand on his own two feet, supported by a strong spine and an equally strong will?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a happy, HEALTHY 2010!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7010005504137030414?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7010005504137030414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7010005504137030414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7010005504137030414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7010005504137030414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7010005504137030414' title='2009'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/Sz049lqCF4I/AAAAAAAAfkk/9JsejfVX7so/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3265071401133917771</id><published>2009-12-25T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:01:31.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SzRHKrIRftI/AAAAAAAAfik/T6K113S6RuY/s1600-h/IMG_3841.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SzRHKrIRftI/AAAAAAAAfik/T6K113S6RuY/s320/IMG_3841.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all a good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Santa is good to everyone!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3265071401133917771?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3265071401133917771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3265071401133917771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3265071401133917771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3265071401133917771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3265071401133917771' title='Merry Christmas to all.......'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SzRHKrIRftI/AAAAAAAAfik/T6K113S6RuY/s72-c/IMG_3841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4214820368367370135</id><published>2009-12-19T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:09:30.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberty and justice for all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm alive :)</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy crazy, or is that crazy busy?  Between trying to finish up the semester at school, Christmas shopping, work, etc. I have barely had time to do anything except work, school, sleep.  Arrgh.  I'm looking forward to a couple of weeks "off" before the next semester starts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's been happening.. hmmmm  lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first of the year, I'm being transferred to another courthouse.  Which could be looked at one of two ways.  Either it's Siberia, or the country club.  I looked at it as a punishment, until I was told that I am the one that my boss can trust to go out there and run the office with no supervision.  so I guess that's good.  But it's going to add 20 min. to my commute in the morning, and that's not good.  I'm going to be away from all my work buddies, so that's not good.  Ugh.  So I'm going - but I'm not thrilled about it but I will make the best of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim starts chemo this week.  I've gotten 15 or so of her friends together and tomorrow we're going to have a surprise brunch with her.  She has no clue what's going on, and it makes her nuts.  I love it.  LOL  I just wanted to do something so she can relax and chill for a couple of hours and not think about everything that's going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Christmas cards.  And did something different.  I put a quote on them along with pictures of the boy that I usually include.  The quote is "Christmas gift suggestions:  To your enemy, forgiveness.  To an opponent, tolerance.  To a friend, your heart.  To a customer, service.  To all, charity.  To every child, a good example.  To yourself, respect."  I must be getting soft in my old age.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new computer for Christmas.  Which means the boy got my old one for Christmas.  No longer a need to fight for time on it.  He is beyond geeked about it.  And really, when the boxes arrived, there was no hiding what it was.  Seriously - they put pictures of what it is on the outside of the box. So I get a call at work, asking if he can open one present early because there's really no point in wrapping it.  LOL  So he got one present early.  The rest of the boxes are hidden away... muahahahahahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with one of my girlfriends last night.  Was overserved.  Why is it when you party like a rockstar at night, you feel like trailer trash in the morning?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy with dimples.  Oh dimples and a goatee are a deadly combination for me.  They just kill me.  But it was a peck, nothing more.  He's married - not sure what's going on there, but I avoided any kind of trouble and just went home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas miracle has happened.  The &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3211627698264322074"&gt;FFW&lt;/a&gt; has finally been tossed on her ass.  Or at least moved out of the house - I really can't picture choosing to move less than a month before Christmas, so I'm going to go with tossed out on her ass.  I don't know the story, nor do I really care.  But there is justice in this world and it comes in many forms.  Yippeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTISX_rbAyc&amp;feature=related"&gt;The best one&lt;/a&gt; had embedding disabled, but enjoy the song and listen to the message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4214820368367370135?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4214820368367370135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4214820368367370135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4214820368367370135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4214820368367370135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4214820368367370135' title='I&apos;m alive :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4606907518635701430</id><published>2009-12-07T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:07:23.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people should be shot'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I'm just so mad right now, I can't even begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends throughout high school and for years afterward was Ed.  He's my son's godfather, and while we've lost touch in the past few years, I still consider him a great friend.  I know his whole family, have for most of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this message on FACEBOOK today from his wife (who has always had an issue with our friendship, and I think has something to do with why we've lost touch)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey Kath, this is Donna. Unfortunately I'm writing to you with some bad news. Ed's mother passed away on Saturday, December 5th. She was sick since about August and at the end it was a true blessing, she had cancer and is now out of all that pain that she was in. We just wanted to let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?  Are you FUCKING kidding me?? you send someone a message like that on FUCKING &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4606907518635701430?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4606907518635701430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4606907518635701430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4606907518635701430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4606907518635701430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4606907518635701430' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3171612401603578198</id><published>2009-12-06T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:35:35.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season, right?</title><content type='html'>We've gotten our first snow.  People have shown how retarded they can be when it's the first snow on the ground.  Hopefully we've gotten that all out of the way, right?  Right?  Jesus, I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim went for her PET scan this week, not sure when the results will be in, but I didn't know that her PEE would be radioactive for a couple of weeks.  WHO KNEW?!?!?  I'm trying to think of how we can use that.  Maybe go into a bank with a cup full and say "I'LL NUKE YOU WITH THIS PEE Unless you hand over $20,000"!?!?  There's got to be something we can do with it.  Anybody have a geiger counter I can borrow?  Just the fact that it'll go off around her makes me silly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up our tree last night.  Went to Home Depot, got a wreath and a tree, put UP the tree, decorated the tree, and then I stepped outside for a quick smoke (yeah, yeah, I know).  And I'm standing out there, looking at the house thinking that it looks really pretty, we've got the lights in each window, there is snow on the ground and holyshit is that the tree tipping over?  Maybe I should go grab my camera and take a picture, it looks so nice - wait a minute.  Did the freaking TREE really just fall over???  Whoops.  Ok, I'll go back in.  Yup.  Water from the stand all over the floor.  Ornaments spread out all over.  And the boy, sitting in the middle of it all - telling me, "I couldn't lift it, it's too heavy".  OH - so you figured you'd go back to watching "I CARLY"??????  He got up quickly and helped clean it up.  It's leaning up against the wall now.   LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday - will post pictures later of the loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the &lt;del&gt;crap, crap and more crap&lt;/del&gt; lovely craft fair down the street. :)  Who knows, maybe I'll find more dip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3171612401603578198?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3171612401603578198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3171612401603578198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3171612401603578198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3171612401603578198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3171612401603578198' title='&apos;Tis the season, right?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8690826792080247747</id><published>2009-11-28T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:57:03.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gobble gobble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my kid'/><title type='text'>Giving thanks....</title><content type='html'>Ok, a bit late.  But it's never too late to give thanks, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my family.  I miss (most of) them like hell, but they also understood why I was moving to Michigan - that my son was more important than anything else, and giving him a better life was the key.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the opportunities that I've been given here.  I live in a brand new house in a brand new neighborhood with a ton of kids.  I can let my son run around until 9:00 at night, and plastic guns to the face aside - know that he's safe and I don't need to worry about him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I have a job.  It may not be my ideal job, with ideal people, but it's a job.  I have the ability to rise above the petty bullshit that I have to deal with and go in and do my job.  I also have opportunities to leave that job, and I'll be thankful if one of them works out :)  But if not, I still have a job, unlike so many people right now - and for that, I'm thankful and appreciate what I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my friends.  Near AND far.  They have proven to be a source of support that is immeasurable.  It really is true that friends are the family you choose for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the miracles of modern medicine.  Kim faces a tough road ahead, but she too has the support of many.  More than I could ever gather together, that's for sure!  Her cancer was caught early, and her prognosis is excellent.  Fingers crossed for good results of her PET scan next week, hopefully that nasty bitch cancer hasn't gone anywhere else.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my sense of humor.  Without it, I think that sometimes I would have gone nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful because this blog has allowed me to post things that I couldn't or wouldn't say anywhere else, and there isn't anyone to judge.  If someone doesn't like what I say - they just don't comment.  Or I can delete it.  LOL  It's opened up whole new worlds for me, and introduced me to many people that I otherwise wouldn't have met - and I'm thankful for each and every one of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh and last, but not least.  The boy.  He is my reason for getting up each day, going to that job and paying the bills.  He has the best sense of humor, is some day going to do exactly what he wants to do - because we live in a country that allows him that.  For which I'm thankful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  I cooked a 17 lb. bird for 4 people.  I have turkey coming out my ears.  Anyone want some?  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8690826792080247747?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8690826792080247747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8690826792080247747' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8690826792080247747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8690826792080247747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8690826792080247747' title='Giving thanks....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-5688220485586269271</id><published>2009-11-24T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:39:52.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This really is the shizz-nit...</title><content type='html'>I recommend full screen, in HD, if you have it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-5688220485586269271?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/5688220485586269271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=5688220485586269271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5688220485586269271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/5688220485586269271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5688220485586269271' title='This really is the shizz-nit...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1143587982455282349</id><published>2009-11-20T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:17:01.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucky sucks that bastard'/><title type='text'>Let's all think happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>today.  Please.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Kim, is going to see the doctor today.  She had a radical hysterectomy done last week, lost her cervix, uterus and a good chunk of her vaginal wall but she's still got her ovaries!  There was a tumor (thank goodness benign) on a lymph node close to the cervix so they took that, and sent a couple of others off to pathology to be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the doctor called her and said "results are back, I want to see you tomorrow".  Now that could be because he's going on vacation next week and doesn't want to wait until her post op appointment.  Or it could be that he's so happy he can't wait to give her the news.  Or it could be bad news.  She's only been home since Tuesday, and is still feeling like a truck hit her, so an almost hour car ride isn't going to be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeesh.  I'm sending out a message to herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNkeL7F6p90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNkeL7F6p90&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1143587982455282349?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1143587982455282349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1143587982455282349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1143587982455282349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1143587982455282349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1143587982455282349' title='Let&apos;s all think happy thoughts'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-1714947662834703492</id><published>2009-11-16T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:46:05.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes so quickly...</title><content type='html'>Eleven years ago today, my brother and I sat with my mother while she slipped away.  It seemed fitting that he and I were there, as we had been with her all through her illness (cancer, that nasty bitch).  My youngest brother had just left to go move his car, and my sister wasn't there for reasons I can't remember.  It was expected.  She had been diagnosed earlier in the year with colon cancer, and had a volleyball sized tumor taken out of her in April.  She went downhill rapidly, but had time to say goodbye to all of us.  She told me how proud she was of me for all that I had accomplished, and said I was a lot like her - stubborn and always taking the hard road - never the easy one.  While in her later years (which would be late 40's early 50's), I got to know my mother more and more, and enjoy her company.  When she had her chemo, it was at the hospital that I worked at, and I was lucky to have a boss that let me take her and go sit with her while she had it done.  He also told me that he could find me if he needed me "that's your mother, you do whatever you have to do".  In that respect, I was very blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... about my mother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sixteen the first time I remember my mother telling me that she loved me.  She was borderline abusive, and any time anyone mentioned that there are hotlines now for people like her, she got pissed off.  But really - there ARE hotlines now!  She was verbally abusive to us as kids.  We think that she was bipolar, but undiagnosed.  She would go on diets, and start thinking some crazy stuff - one time she thought my uncle wanted her instead of my aunt - silly stuff like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until we were all adults that she leveled off in her moods, and started to show her fun side.  I remember a story of her and my aunts on a "girls" weekend away, where they all had to wear white gloves everywhere they went.  And my mother was the driver of the car, and when she decided to leave a store, she would blow a whistle.  If you weren't in the car when she put it in park, well, you got left behind.  My aunts quickly learned to drop everything and run.  Another time they got in an elevator, and when the doors shut, she started beating the crap out of my aunt.  The doors slid open, she fixed her white gloves, and walked out like nothing was wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mother I knew as an adult.  I don't miss the mother I had as a child.  &lt;br /&gt;I miss the grandmother that I knew she would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SwIAFIfQJhI/AAAAAAAAYMQ/_Sw1MugK3-Q/s1600/marykids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SwIAFIfQJhI/AAAAAAAAYMQ/_Sw1MugK3-Q/s320/marykids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404882590975927826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-1714947662834703492?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/1714947662834703492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=1714947662834703492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1714947662834703492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/1714947662834703492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1714947662834703492' title='Time passes so quickly...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SwIAFIfQJhI/AAAAAAAAYMQ/_Sw1MugK3-Q/s72-c/marykids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-7133532672717959986</id><published>2009-11-09T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:44:35.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s going to leave a mark'/><title type='text'>Broke the streak...</title><content type='html'>of sorts.  For those of you that don't know - the boy had surgery on his head to repair a closed soft spot when he was 13 weeks old.  Since then?  Bumps, bruises, etc. but never have had to run him to the ER for anything worse than an ear infection or something along those lines.   And I said then, after that - I can deal with anything.  There is no worse feeling than having to hand over your infant to some stranger and hope you can see him in a few hours after having his head cut open and things moved around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting there at the computer, playing Bejeweled - which, by the way, I am addicted to - and I had a good game going, too.  I hear this scream "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!  (that's the long, drawn out MOM, not moo-m)  and I can tell by the tone that it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run outside and he comes running up to me, face covered in blood, spitting it out.  Screaming.  Hysterically.  I thought fleetingly of slapping him to calm him down, but realized that wouldn't happen.  I finally get out of him that he got whacked in the face (still not sure yet WHERE) with a plastic toy gun.  The blood is still gushing everywhere.  For those that don't know - head wounds bleed.  A LOT.  &lt;br /&gt;I finally get a look at what is bleeding and he's got a good gash on his forehead.  I have him hold the towel to the cut, and tell him to get his ass in the car.  I could tell that he'd need stitches.  Once in the car, he realizes that he's going to the ER and that probably isn't a good thing, because there might be more pain involved.   He starts to hyperventilate, moan, you name it.  And me?  I'm trying my best not to LAUGH.  Does that make me a bad parent?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up with 5 stitches.  He actually, once he calmed down, was fine.  Said the whole process was cool - and even thought that if it happened before Halloween he could have been Harry Potter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy vey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more nerf guns when it's dark out.  The poor kid that hit him, by accident, felt horrible.  And I was saying to him - I KNOW it was an accident, just tell me what happened!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in all his cuteness.  And it's not that swollen, that was more lidocaine than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SvjFJlhrxCI/AAAAAAAAYLw/TLAXOHbaXrg/s1600-h/joshstitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SvjFJlhrxCI/AAAAAAAAYLw/TLAXOHbaXrg/s320/joshstitches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402284521513796642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-7133532672717959986?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/7133532672717959986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=7133532672717959986' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7133532672717959986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/7133532672717959986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7133532672717959986' title='Broke the streak...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/SvjFJlhrxCI/AAAAAAAAYLw/TLAXOHbaXrg/s72-c/joshstitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2861835695874351490</id><published>2009-11-06T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:09:28.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday musings...</title><content type='html'>Love love love the Kenny Chesney song "I'm Alive" with Dave Matthews.  I'm also loving this one these days - I'm not sure why, because there really isn't anyone that I could (or would want to really) call at 1:15AM, even if I were drunk.  Maybe just the feeling of loneliness that the song conveys is one that I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdPxiewppcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdPxiewppcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew how much I'd love country music?  Certainly not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting back in touch with a lot of old friends, and old boyfriends (not all became ex's on bad terms lol) on Facebook.  What a great medium that is!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy actually has decent grades this semester.  I think he has one more "E" to bring up and he's got all passing.  YAY.  I meet with the "team" next week and we're going to go over what does and doesn't work with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who came up with the idea of wasabi peas?  I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a funk of sorts.  Don't feel like doing much.  I might call and get back on my antidepressants, but I don't feel depressed really.  Just funk.  Anyone else ever get that way?  Nothing excites me these days.  I'm just kind of blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday.  Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2861835695874351490?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2861835695874351490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2861835695874351490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2861835695874351490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2861835695874351490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2861835695874351490' title='Random Friday musings...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-8073643218567559275</id><published>2009-10-31T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:09:22.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun stuff for Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween!  Or, for later - Hally Happoween Occifer! LOL  Hope everyone is well.  It's been a busy week at work - another football game, another group of kids coming in for Minor in Possession.  MIP's are what make our days interesting on a regular basis.  Not many of them know what they're doing, half look or act like they're stoned and pretty much all of them are dumb.  Just plain dumb.  "HUH?" is a staple out of their mouths.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all the work I did in my yard, here's the funny thing - next year - my lawn is going to kick ASS.  It's still really green - others that had theirs hydroseeded are turning yellow.  I had good tomatoes, peppers and while the cukes never came out too well, I think they were too close to the 'maters and now I know.  The strawberries have jumped all over the place so I think I'll have a ton of those, too.  Yippee!  I made it through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff going on with my friend Kim.  It could be more extensive because her mother took DES when she was pregnant, but her uncle is one of the people that pretty much wrote the book on cervical cancer, so she's in good hands even if they are a few states away.  He's already told her to dump her doctor and he's getting her an appointment with a specialized gyn-onc person next week.  Thank God for Uncle Tom.  She was upset and frustrated the other night and I offered up my face for her to punch if it'd make her feel better.  :)  She declined, but I told her the offer stands. lol  I'm such a "do something" person that it kills me that there's nothing that I can do.  Nothing.  Arrgh.  I do research online when I'm not doing anything else.  Like being sucked into Bejeweled on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend texted me with the beginnings of a recipe last night.  It started off with candy corn and vodka, then Cointreau and lemon juice were added and somewhere in there was an egg white.  I'm still waiting for the rest of it, and when I get it I'll post it.  In the meantime, I found all sorts of other fun ones for Halloween for the thirsties!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one sounds particularly tasty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apple Pie &lt;/span&gt; **BEWARE - it'll hit ya, before ya know it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon apple juice&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon cider&lt;br /&gt;1 liter Everclear&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 cinnamon sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simmer all but the alcohol for 1-2 hours (btw makes the kitchen smell so yummy and fallish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let liquid cool - then add Everclear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Corpse Reviver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 shot gin&lt;br /&gt;1 shot Cointreau&lt;br /&gt;1 shot Lillet Blanc&lt;br /&gt;1 shot fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Dash of absinthe or substitute (roughly ¼ teaspoon)&lt;br /&gt;Shake well with ice and strain in to a cocktail glass. Garnish with a maraschino cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wicked Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 oz. Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;0.25 oz. Maraschino Liqueur&lt;br /&gt;0.25 oz. Pineapple Juice&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Lemon Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brain Hemorrhage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach Schnapps&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's&lt;br /&gt;Grenadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alien Autopsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's&lt;br /&gt;Grenadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/holidays-and-parties/halloween--creepy-cocktail-recipes/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more recipes.  Another thing that I found that looked really cool was for ice - get rubber gloves, fill them with water and freeze.  Use that for ice cubes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, stay safe.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-8073643218567559275?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/8073643218567559275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=8073643218567559275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8073643218567559275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/8073643218567559275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8073643218567559275' title='Fun stuff for Halloween!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3554474120572528339</id><published>2009-10-25T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:46:14.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager my ass'/><title type='text'>And so it begins.....</title><content type='html'>The boy is 13 today.  My baby.  I have found that the odd years are strangely better than the even.  Let's hope that continues.  So far today?  Not so much.  He woke me up at 8:30, wanting to know if he can open his present(s) and eat cake NOW.. now now now now now now NOW!  ....  Um.  NO.  After dinner.  Which started the waterworks (fake, but still there).  Seriously?  And last week he went to school on Monday and was out for the rest of the week due to the flu - I think something like 40-50% of kids were out, so school was canceled.  Luckily we've both stayed healthy, whew!  But in that week, he's chosen to play on the computer, out with his friends and not do any of the homework he's behind on.  So today, when I printed out all the logs and sent him to work on them - he pitched a fit.  "It's MY BIRTHDAY.. wahhhhhhhhh wahhhhhhhh wahhhhhhhhh".  HE chose not to do this stuff all week, and I'm supposed to feel bad about his choices?  Not so much.  Yesterday was mine and I spent it making HIS cake.  No sympathy from me.  LOL Ahhhhh parenting.  Gotta love it. &lt;br /&gt;Now he's going to try and do everything he can to get out of doing it.  He didn't want a party, but now he wants to invite the neighborhood kids for cake.  I already told him not to expect presents from them if he does - and to just enjoy the time with them.  He just doesn't get it.  Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this week was interesting.  There's some weird mojo going on, I can't put my finger on it - but it's there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else had a good week and is healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3554474120572528339?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3554474120572528339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3554474120572528339' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3554474120572528339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3554474120572528339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3554474120572528339' title='And so it begins.....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-4083595134460683799</id><published>2009-10-23T06:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:58:46.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best.  List.  EVAH....</title><content type='html'>OK - so far so good this week.  I still have a job.  The new filter is working.  Well, for the most part.  LOL  I'll post more this weekend, but just wanted to share what someone sent me yesterday.  Seriously, the best list ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 things---&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost all apply to me, that's for damn sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3 I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4 There is a great need for a sarcasm font. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5 I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes sh iftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6 How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7 I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8 I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9 The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10 Was learning cursive really necessary? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11 LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12 Whenever someone say’s "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13 How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14 I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15 While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16 MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17 Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18 I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19 Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20 I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21 Bad decisions make good stories. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22 Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23 Why is it that during an icebreaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem.... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24 You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25 Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.  I finally just got rid of all the old Videotapes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26 There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.  &lt;br /&gt;27 I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28 While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29 I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30 I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31 I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on sh uffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32 Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33 It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34 I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35 Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36 Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37 My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38 I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39 I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-4083595134460683799?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/4083595134460683799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=4083595134460683799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4083595134460683799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/4083595134460683799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4083595134460683799' title='Best.  List.  EVAH....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2992305503856690273</id><published>2009-10-16T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:12:27.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky I&apos;m union or I&apos;d be out of a job'/><title type='text'>F me Friday...</title><content type='html'>Today I learned what NOT to say to the Judge in charge of the mental health court.  Or actually, what NOT to refer to the people in the court as....  See if you can figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BBbVdiqK20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BBbVdiqK20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2992305503856690273?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2992305503856690273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2992305503856690273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2992305503856690273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2992305503856690273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2992305503856690273' title='F me Friday...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-3270457659195632724</id><published>2009-10-12T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:55:37.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer sucks'/><title type='text'>Not even sure what to write..</title><content type='html'>My best friend was diagnosed with cervical cancer today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early.  That's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 38.  That's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's healthy otherwise (well, mostly).  That's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really?  Her?  Cancer?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it hasn't sunk in to her yet, I don't know how to wrap my head around it.  I can't imagine how telling her 14 year old daughter was for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-3270457659195632724?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/3270457659195632724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=3270457659195632724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3270457659195632724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/3270457659195632724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3270457659195632724' title='Not even sure what to write..'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2362401993525934730</id><published>2009-10-12T06:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:59:53.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Monday Musings...</title><content type='html'>I lost $325 Friday.  At work.  I could have sworn that I put it in my purse.  I got to the store and it was not there.  I'm really hoping that one of the sheriff's deputies picked it up off the floor and is holding it.  Although I'm not sure how it would have gotten onto the floor, if it had been in my purse.  Does money gain legs and walk away, or just get stuck to sticky fingers?  The only hope I have (other than finding it) is that if I did drop it, someone that really REALLY needed it picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great start that we had to the school year is taking a dive.  Not sure what's going on.  The teachers have been told about the 504, but nobody is following it yet.  That's my next mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English class is almost over. Thank GOD.  Then I have management.  I may shoot myself.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 more days until what I think will be  The.  Coolest.  Movie. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rhfywi5Y8TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rhfywi5Y8TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7888592370486828794-2362401993525934730?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2362401993525934730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2362401993525934730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2362401993525934730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2362401993525934730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2362401993525934730' title='Random Monday Musings...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7888592370486828794.post-2370772431950131791</id><published>2009-10-07T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:47:33.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>it doesn't get much better than this.  Well, I suppose it could.  but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT2t5oy9wgM"&gt;Yummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to my phone ringing.  No power.  Looked like a fight broke out on the patio - furniture thrown all about, grill cover missing, and a seat cushion in the yard.  I don't have seat cushions.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7888592370486828794-2370772431950131791?l=boston65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/feeds/2370772431950131791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7888592370486828794&amp;postID=2370772431950131791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2370772431950131791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7888592370486828794/posts/default/2370772431950131791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boston65.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2370772431950131791' title='mmmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16860159504793727118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRK8-BJS-54/TR9SVCfcCUI/AAAAAAAAoS8/o_oV7-Bzr54/S220/GNOwineloft.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
