<?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-12601860</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:57:43.598-06:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='SPF'/><category term='Fug Thursday'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Tickle Tuesday'/><category term='Way Back Wednesday'/><category term='Blog Pick of the Month'/><category term='Random Stuff'/><category term='Waste of Space Monday'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Other Stuff'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Women...for the Real World</title><subtitle type='html'>We are not Martha Stewarts; we are not Queens of Clean, we are real women in an unrealistic world............ trying to keep it Real!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>829</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3835238034205472598</id><published>2007-03-23T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:47.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgSbuqzg8oI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0vQ3vf36dQ8/s1600-h/S0071-19_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045328708628443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgSbuqzg8oI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0vQ3vf36dQ8/s400/S0071-19_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep...we did it! We finally made the jump. You can visit us at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebratingwomen.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebratingwomen.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please understand that we are rearranging furniture and it will take us a little while to settle in. So pull up a box to sit on and join us at our new place. I'll be working on updating our blogroll and other widgits on the new site so be patient friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3835238034205472598?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3835238034205472598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3835238034205472598&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3835238034205472598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3835238034205472598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-have-moved.html' title='We Have Moved!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgSbuqzg8oI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0vQ3vf36dQ8/s72-c/S0071-19_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8445720388268519623</id><published>2007-03-23T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:47.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday....Part Deux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMup6zg8lI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8zXaaDOvIcI/s1600-h/SPFblue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044927305279926866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMup6zg8lI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8zXaaDOvIcI/s400/SPFblue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My favorite day of the week would be FRIDAY!!! Of course that means that it is time for Stuff Portrait Friday; brought to you by the very sick (and needs to get well) Kristine over at &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Random and Odd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made it easy for us today. Our assignment is "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and for us over here at Celebrating Women that could only mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheri &amp; SuZan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aka Thelma and Louise)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for TWO-DAY (bwahahahahah) we give you our TWO favorite beverages...Coffee &amp;amp; Margaritas (preferably not together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMuh6zg8kI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2Uipq531H7Q/s1600-h/IMGP0524_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044927167840973378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMuh6zg8kI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2Uipq531H7Q/s400/IMGP0524_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044929916620042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMxB6zg8mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kNdgEANuP2A/s400/IMGP1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let us know if you played and go and cheer up Kristine to help her feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8445720388268519623?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8445720388268519623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8445720388268519623&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8445720388268519623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8445720388268519623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-portrait-fridaypart-deux.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday....Part Deux!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgMup6zg8lI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8zXaaDOvIcI/s72-c/SPFblue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2867659163969331089</id><published>2007-03-22T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:16:33.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday-Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Man, once Thursday rolls around, I feel like there's hope!  I've almost made it through the week!  Coming back from Spring Break was tough.  The weather has been absolutely gorgeous.  It's hard to be stuck in the office when there is so much I could be doing......outside........away from asshats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you bitches ready for Blogger Blowout?  Yeah!  Just one more month!  We are going to have so much fun!  Can't wait to see all you bitches!  Note to self....start shopping for appropriate boobage top and good butt jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, this post seems to be a lot of randomness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-Any Idol watchers?  If yes, then let me ask you this.  Why is that Sanjaya Michael Jackson Wanna Be still on?  And he's in the top 10!!  WTF?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close this post of random nothingness, I thought I'd share a funny with you.  At 10:30 last night my daughter hadn't made it home yet.  It's not like her to not call and check in.  Of course the worry factor started.  I called her, her phone wasn't working (she dropped it off the roof when she was leaning out the window checking the weather whilst talking with a friend and deciding what to wear).  So I call boyfriend's phone.  She gets on the line and I'm like "where are you?"  She said she was at boyfriend's house.  I asked, "shouldn't you be home?"  To which she replied, "What time is it?".  I say, "It's after 10:30!"  To which she says, "Oh, we were reading and guess we lost track of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading - that's a new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2867659163969331089?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2867659163969331089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2867659163969331089&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2867659163969331089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2867659163969331089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-yeah.html' title='Thursday-Yeah!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2079733651845365959</id><published>2007-03-20T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:49.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Has Sprung</title><content type='html'>Spring is officially here in H-town. How do I know this you ask? Just look at the crap I see on my car every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044220186159280658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgCriKzg8hI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BwgYNlMpzDI/s400/IMGP2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, isn't that lovely? No wonder my sinuses are going crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for the fun part of Spring...During Spring break I made two flower gardens. The small one about killed me because the ground was so hard I had to take a pick ax to it. Then came the torrential rains. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was messy and muddy but sooooooo much easier to dig up the dirt. I was actually able to level most of the back yard and make the larger bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044221251311170082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgCsgKzg8iI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9msX6itdxlg/s400/IMGP2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This bed has some sort of annual (I don't remember what they are), a bush that has blue flowers (no I don't know what it is called either), carpet roses, pink jasmine and white crystal. This bed smells so good when you walk out on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044221848311624242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgCtC6zg8jI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Wmgq7xkNwOY/s400/IMGP2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The larger of the two beds I am most proud of. I am still such a novice on the landscaping thing but I really enjoyed putting it together. The only problem is when I go to the garden store I am overwhelmed with all the different plants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This bed has: Saratoga Tobacco Plants, white crystals, fox tail ferns, azaleas, humming bird sage and petunias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe I was on top of a rock pile and picked out the rocks for the borders. Big G was amused until I picked out the bolders to go in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2079733651845365959?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2079733651845365959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2079733651845365959&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2079733651845365959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2079733651845365959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring Has Sprung'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RgCriKzg8hI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BwgYNlMpzDI/s72-c/IMGP2292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-420419637894946585</id><published>2007-03-20T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:49.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rf_diqzg8gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LpWI023oq9k/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043993695353893378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rf_diqzg8gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LpWI023oq9k/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not Monday; and it's not Hump Day; so it must be "Tickle Tuesday".  Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to lighten your load and make you smile.  If you want to join in, let us know.  We'll come by and visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: BABIES FIRST  EXAMINATION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A woman and a baby were  in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come  in for the baby's first exam.  The  doctor arrived,  and examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a  little  concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;or bottle&lt;/span&gt;-fed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Breast-fed,"she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Well,  strip down to your waist"  the doctor ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She did. He  pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rubbed both&lt;/span&gt; breasts  for a while in a very professional and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;detailed examination&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Motioning to her to get dressed The doctor said, "No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wonder this&lt;/span&gt;  baby  is underweight. You don't have any milk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I know," she  said, "I'm  his Grandma, but I'm glad I came."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The moral of the story-sometimes it's good to be the Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-420419637894946585?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/420419637894946585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=420419637894946585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/420419637894946585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/420419637894946585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/tickle-tuesday.html' title='Tickle Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rf_diqzg8gI/AAAAAAAAAVw/LpWI023oq9k/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2631790587898750343</id><published>2007-03-19T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:08:27.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle</title><content type='html'>Thanks to SuZan, you saw more than just this last week........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be blank space.  I took a much needed break from life.  I didn't turn on my computer, check bank balances, blog, nothing.  I did nothing (other than laundry, plant flowers, shop, and hang out with the kids).  Oh, and baseball.  My son had three games over the weekend.  But other than that, I basically did everything other than what my normal day entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our retail therapy, SuZan and I tossed around the idea of renaming our blog.  See, this blog isn't at all what it started out to be.  Originally we wanted to start a blog full of ideas to help women, moms, grandmas, whoever get through the day.  Then we met an awesome group of ladies we refer to as "our blogging bitches".  Now this blog has turned into a place to bitch, vent, share, laugh, cry, etc.  We are also thinking about putting our big girl panties on and switching from blogger to Word Press or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem we encountered when trying to think of a name that was witty and wonderful was......everything we came up with was or could have been construed as porn!  We have, however, met some interesting people who have stumbled across our sight when searching for gay/lesbian women to rock their world.  Sorry, we're not gay or lesbian, although when our husbands start acting like asses (which we all know hardly ever happens), the thought may have crossed our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need from you, our Internets, are suggestions.  Should we rename this blog?  If so, suggestions please.  Should we keep the name?  You know, change is a good thing.  Some names we've tossed around:  Thelma &amp; Louise; Double Trouble;  Hmmmm, guess that's all we've come up with.  Come on guys, can ya help some sistahs out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2631790587898750343?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2631790587898750343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2631790587898750343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2631790587898750343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2631790587898750343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the saddle'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-530881691544150956</id><published>2007-03-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:50.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfokF2NEh6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/De_2qmGO5MU/s1600-h/SPFblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042382415662974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfokF2NEh6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/De_2qmGO5MU/s400/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are coming more fast and furious these days so it can only mean that it is time for &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SPFs. This week, Kristine wants to see our letters. Some of us can remember getting these things in the mail with actual handwriting on a piece of paper; but I don't have any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give you the letter R and the letter O (as in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;andom and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;dd). I work with a lot of kids at my schools on handwriting. Why when you get an OT license, it automatically makes you a handwriting expert? I'll never know; but here are my letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rfoj6mNEh5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sujHok4LM7I/s1600-h/IMGP2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042382222389446546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rfoj6mNEh5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sujHok4LM7I/s400/IMGP2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I got this brilliant idea, Big G suggested this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfojuGNEh4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/wV3G7GWO_iU/s1600-h/IMGP2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042382007641081730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfojuGNEh4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/wV3G7GWO_iU/s400/IMGP2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My keyboard has the letters that I use every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So tell us...did you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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/12601860-530881691544150956?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/530881691544150956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=530881691544150956&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/530881691544150956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/530881691544150956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfokF2NEh6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/De_2qmGO5MU/s72-c/SPFblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5095959942725348797</id><published>2007-03-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:50.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>The New Kid on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lonestarscouter.com/"&gt;Lone Star Scouter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rfhx4GNEh3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J8E91ucgaUE/s1600-h/Lone+Star+Scouter+3+14+2007+4+56+37+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041904991393318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rfhx4GNEh3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J8E91ucgaUE/s400/Lone+Star+Scouter+3+14+2007+4+56+37+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Sheri and I have been blogging for about two years and Sheri's hubby &lt;a href="http://www.jkontherun.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(jkOnTheRun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has blogged for over five years, Big G is hopping on the blogging train and has his own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have to be patient because he is a two-finger typist but he will get it done. Go over and say hello to Big G and give him some words of encouragement, besides, I think he's kinda hot. He always says that he is geek challenged but can put together a computer, he just can't operate them well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(click Lone Star Scouter for the link to his blog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beware of the ides of March!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no reason for typing this, I've just always wanted to say it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are supposed to have good weather today. I hope so because we have had two days of torrential rains. I have to rescue my flower garden since Mother nature tried to wash it away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5095959942725348797?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5095959942725348797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5095959942725348797&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5095959942725348797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5095959942725348797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-kid-on-block.html' title='The New Kid on the Block'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rfhx4GNEh3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J8E91ucgaUE/s72-c/Lone+Star+Scouter+3+14+2007+4+56+37+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1605209608559975018</id><published>2007-03-14T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:04:46.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I didn't know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERESTING OBSERVATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The sport of choice for supervisorsis BASEBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AMAZING CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1605209608559975018?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1605209608559975018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1605209608559975018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1605209608559975018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1605209608559975018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-i-didnt-know.html' title='Well I didn&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1483645219451644261</id><published>2007-03-13T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:50.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfascWNEh2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/gFX54ytyDSQ/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041406435884566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfascWNEh2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/gFX54ytyDSQ/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are always two ways to look at everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a man and his wife were sitting at a table at his high school reunion.  He kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife asks, "Do you know her?" "Yes," he sighed, "She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My gosh!" says the wife, "Who would think a  person could go on celebrating that long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Ya'll do ask some interesting questions so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami:  Hmmmm; I think the most embarrassed was when G2 was in Cub Scouts and we were at Scout Fair.  In one of the booths they were making bouncy balls out of rubber bands (they were kinda cool).  So I'm making a ball and Big G was next to me.  I lean towards him and say "hey baby, ya wanna rubber?"  I then look up and see that I have just said that to a 16 year old, pimple face Boy Scout...yeah...nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktlee:  Besides family and marriage I think I'm most proud of my education.  We were a young family, I worked full time and I went to school at night.  I did it the hard way, and with a lot of support, but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie:  No, I didn't know what OT was.  When the printing company that I worked for sold, I went to work for a Rehabilitation Hospital that we did printing for.  I was a secretary for OT, Vocational Services and Marketing.  When I would see what all the therapists were doing, I decided that I was working way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiee:  Wow...that is a good question.  The juggling act is the most difficult.  I like to be at a school the same day every week.  It facilitates me being part of the team, but when you have 8 schools, in 4.5 days and your kid's annual ARDs keep popping up all over the calender.  The most frustrating thing is when you have a teacher that asks you how to work with a problem, you help them set it up, explain the strategies and how they work.  You then go in the following week to follow up and NOTHING has been implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shell:  Vacation (hmmmmmm), I would like to go to Spain; there are several places there I would like to see, then maybe Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFG:  Blogger I would like to meet.  I'm very lucky in the fact that I know many of you.  However, you SFG are on my list of "must meet"; and as for your other question...we'll talk later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy:  I have loved Toronto and would love to live there (in summer).  I thought I could be tough about the snow but my trip to Arizona enlightened me that I do get cold.  The reasons why I love Toronto are, the city is so clean, it is beautiful; it has the best mass transit system I have ever seen; the people were so friendly; I'll just pack up and move into &lt;a href="http://www.casaloma.org/Main/MainDyn.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Casa Loma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy:  Hey there, so far I have planted some pink jasmine, carpet roses, a bromeliad, some annuals, and transplanted a bush with blue flowers (I don't know it's name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.....made it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1483645219451644261?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1483645219451644261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1483645219451644261&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1483645219451644261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1483645219451644261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/tickle-tuesdayand-other-stuff.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfascWNEh2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/gFX54ytyDSQ/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7611629404655055423</id><published>2007-03-12T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:41:38.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can't seem to get use to daylight savings time. At least my car is set to the right time, I never changed it back in October, so I guess I'll stop getting places an hour early (yeah right); however, I do feel I'm behind and I just woke up. Not to mention that I am sore as hell! Sheri and I went on a plant shopping spree (well Sheri did, I bought one plant and a bunch of dirt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why am I sore? I started on a planting bed in the back yard. The darn soil/clay/sand/rocks was so hard it took a pic ax to break it up. OMG the back yard needs so much TLC, I have no idea how long it will take (maybe towards the end of summer). I wanted to post a picture of the new garden but I only got as far as the planing bed, so maybe for tomorrow I'll have something for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, and to end the day last night, I had put a tarp over the planting bed because it was going to rain. We used bags of dirt to weigh it down, then the strapping young Zeus needed to go outside and he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; a field day with the dirt. He ripped the bags open and spread them all over the deck...sigh...doggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, I guess we'll jump on the band waggon (I'm offering up Sheri too).  You've seen this before on other sites, leave me a question in my comments section and I'll post later with the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7611629404655055423?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7611629404655055423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7611629404655055423&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7611629404655055423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7611629404655055423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7416989773933815322</id><published>2007-03-09T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:51.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday...Luggage Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDJGg0xi-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IUHaJNuypBQ/s1600-h/SPFblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039749096755268578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDJGg0xi-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IUHaJNuypBQ/s400/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TGIF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Finally Friday is HERE! This afternoon will mark the start of Spring Break (woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;). This week &lt;a href="http://www.randomandodd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;wants us to take a picture of our luggage. Good thing she didn't ask us for a picture of our baggage, because we would be here all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDI4Q0xi9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BtHUuyxlFD4/s1600-h/SPFblue21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to Sheri about SPF she told me that her luggage is up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attic&lt;/span&gt; so she told me "I think I will pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Luggage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDIow0xi8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/BHnGdb4oReU/s1600-h/IMGP2285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039748585654160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDIow0xi8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/BHnGdb4oReU/s400/IMGP2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my luggage is plain, boring and black. Nothing exciting, especially looking for it at the baggage claim at the airport. Sheri is always talking about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;, w-e-l-l, I think there is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; in all of us. See the coffee press on top of my luggage? I never travel without it. First thing I pack is my coffee press, freshly ground beans and my creamer. Yep...a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So tell us...did you play? Go let Kristine know if you did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039755663760264178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDPEw0xi_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/hSDmsibrT-A/s400/Big+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say Happy Birthday to Big G, he hits the bit 40...............something (hehehe). Happy birtday honey; I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7416989773933815322?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7416989773933815322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7416989773933815322&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7416989773933815322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7416989773933815322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-portrait-fridayluggage-style.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday...Luggage Style'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RfDJGg0xi-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IUHaJNuypBQ/s72-c/SPFblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2681159213356991750</id><published>2007-03-08T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:42:28.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That</title><content type='html'>Today's post is a Hodge podge of thoughts floating through that area at the top of my body between my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about stupid things while I'm showering in the morning.  Take into account that the shower occurs pre-coffee, therefor, not all thoughts/ponderings make sense.  Take today for example.  I was pondering the fact that I really must have things be "the same".  I was thinking back to when I was young (teenager years) and how I (we) did everything in our power to not conform.  We rebelled when our parents told us it was room cleaning day, or to put away our clothes.  We hated that we has "assigned" seats in school and thought it a big deal when our teachers let us sit wherever we wanted.  Maybe it was just me, but I remember my friends were the same way.  Now I find that if things aren't "the same", my day seems off kilter.  As an example, here is my morning routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack alarm and cuss&lt;br /&gt;stumble to bathroom and turn on heat light and shower&lt;br /&gt;turn on sink&lt;br /&gt;go pea&lt;br /&gt;brush teeth/wash face&lt;br /&gt;shower&lt;br /&gt;toner/lotion on face&lt;br /&gt;lip balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, and only then will it be safe to talk to me.  But only talk.  No questions.  Why, well the next step in the program is coffee.  Can't talk much before coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just the shower routine.  If I go to the gym, I use the same locker every time.  If I go to the restroom at the office, I go to the same stall.  Hmmm, maybe it's a touch of OCD.  Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was I going to write about.  Hmmmm.  Don't quite remember.  Oh yeah.  I just ordered oldest's senior portraits (yeah, a little late, his fault.  Trying to teach teenagers responsibility is tough!) I spent a shit ton of money.  Can't tell you how much cause hubs reads the blog.  Let me just say a shit ton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings about another ponderance.  What exactly was I thinking when I had three children.  It's not the fact that there are three, but so close together?  It wasn't bad when they were young, but now that they are teenagers, I worry in stereo.  And the money-crap.  As much as I'd like to take my hubs up on the offer to be a kept woman, ugh.  See, I don't feel totally guilty when I spend money cause I make a decent salary.  It's nice to spend without thinking and perseverating over every penny!  Because my kids are so close in age, there is no break to recover financially.  Let me give you an example of expenses during Sr. year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT Prep Class $150&lt;br /&gt;SAT test $80&lt;br /&gt;College App fees - $35 - $75 each (times three schools)&lt;br /&gt;Cars&lt;br /&gt;Gas&lt;br /&gt;Insurance (yes, the kids help, but.......)&lt;br /&gt;Sports (If your kid participates in school activities you will have Club fees, ticket purchases, out to eat expenses, t-shirts, etc., etc., etc.  SuZan and I were talking how our check registers from July and August was filled with entries-to the school)&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming Expenses (Boys cost as much as girls)&lt;br /&gt;Class Rings ($350 plus)&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Portraits (Can't tell you how much, but it's up there)&lt;br /&gt;Letter jackets if they participate in sports (The jacket was free, so far I've spent about $300 in patches/embroidery, etc.  When they say the jacket is free, that's all you get, the jacket)&lt;br /&gt;Prom expenses (I've been contributing to project prom since last May.  I've tallied about $500 in contributions through all the different fund raisers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where I'm coming from.  Now remember, I have a daughter that's a Jr.  She too costs $$$.  See, she is ahead of the game and already starting to apply at colleges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!  Teenagers-the best form of birth control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2681159213356991750?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2681159213356991750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2681159213356991750&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2681159213356991750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2681159213356991750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1986245612252291577</id><published>2007-03-07T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:52.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems that it has been an eternity since I last blogged. Sheri has had to "take over" and keep it up by herself. Sheri thanks...you rock! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also wanted to thank all the blogger b*tches. Thank you for your IM's, cards and phone calls, I appreciate your kindness and support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SuZan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have a stupid moment? Well I had a major one when I went to Arizona. I am so used to Houston that I packed for Houston weather...smart...Ha! Phoenix's weather was very much like Houston's right now but when I made it up to Flagstaff you want to see what I saw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039163137785008514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Re60LNjrEYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CUBYO4TeUj0/s400/IMGP2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, I froze my tootsies off! I have not seen this much snow since I was five or six! nylon socks and a jacket just doesn't cut it. I am usually so warm nature, but I think my blood has thinned because I was cold. At one point, I couldn't feel my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039162914446709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Re6z-NjrEXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5lXpMNNPWcg/s400/IMGP2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is just a random shot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039164301721145746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Re61O9jrEZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BA-hVHKML6Y/s400/IMGP2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Houston. Well actually I think it is Kingwood (I wasn't on the downtown side on approach). I'm so glad to be home. I'll catch up with everyone this afternoon, I miss ya'll and want to catch up with the blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1986245612252291577?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1986245612252291577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1986245612252291577&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1986245612252291577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1986245612252291577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Re60LNjrEYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/CUBYO4TeUj0/s72-c/IMGP2272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6714572287796814484</id><published>2007-03-06T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:59:56.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrific Tuesday</title><content type='html'>As you've noticed, we've been a little remiss in posting lately.  The memorial for SuZan's sister was this past weekend.  Of course, I had a little date with the porcelain thrown and it took me quite some time to recover.  My stomach still isn't real fond of food.  I wonder how long that will last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way in to the office, there was no shortage of people who pissed me off.  I was going to do a "stab people in the neck" post.  Instead I thought it would be much more uplifting to post about the positive things in life.  My challenge to you, my internet friends, is to post at least 10 positive things in your life.  Go ahead!  I'll post mine.  They can be as sappy as you'd like.  Nothing is inconsequential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  My children are healthy. &lt;br /&gt;2)  My rent for March is paid&lt;br /&gt;3)  All other bills for March are paid (and a little stashed away for spring break)&lt;br /&gt;4)  The weather has been pretty awesome (even with the allergies that come with it)&lt;br /&gt;5)  Spring break is next week!  (Lighter traffic, sleeping in-woo hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;6)  The office bitch is a bit under the weather and will be going home (yes-peace and quiet)&lt;br /&gt;7)  My husband has more work than he can handle (this is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;8)  We are getting the pool ready for some "spring break action".  Love this~&lt;br /&gt;9)  Blogger Blow-out Houston Style is right around the corner.  I can't wait to see the bitches!&lt;br /&gt;10)Margarita Saturday!  SuZan and I plan to bring Spring Break in with a bang!  Beware, there may be some drunk dialing going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow-I feel better all ready.  I know longer have the urge to do any neck stabbing!  Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6714572287796814484?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6714572287796814484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6714572287796814484&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6714572287796814484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6714572287796814484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/terrific-tuesday.html' title='Terrific Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-879966091372240305</id><published>2007-03-02T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:53.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday - Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Reg1dnHhMiI/AAAAAAAAATs/D2QBDRlNJh8/s1600-h/Stuff+Portrait+Friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037334966046896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Reg1dnHhMiI/AAAAAAAAATs/D2QBDRlNJh8/s400/Stuff+Portrait+Friday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a bad blogger. SuZan usually takes care of this post for the week. I told her not to worry, I'd have everything under control and I'd take care of it! Shit, I suck. I had good intentions, does that count? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, Kristine over at &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com/"&gt;Random and Odd&lt;/a&gt; hosts Stuff Portrait Friday. She picks a theme, anyone can participate. It's great fun. Check out her site for better information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks theme is leftovers. Anything leftover. Be creative. Seeing as how I fell asleep at 8:30 last night, I didn't post the picture of my leftover chicken soup. Chicken Soup? Yes, that's the only thing that dind't send me flying to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037335825040355890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Reg2PnHhMjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HoFVY6xjiAo/s400/Toilet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We became fast friends this past week. I can't like stomach bugs. I just can't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I found this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037336366206235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Reg2vHHhMkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/g6UhHf15wls/s400/lazy+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is what was leftover of my energy after visiting the aforementioned "porcelain thrown".  Not much.  Me and the dog.  That was about all I could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah for now!  Let us know if you played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-879966091372240305?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/879966091372240305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=879966091372240305&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/879966091372240305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/879966091372240305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-portrait-friday-say-what.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday - Say What?'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Reg1dnHhMiI/AAAAAAAAATs/D2QBDRlNJh8/s72-c/Stuff+Portrait+Friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5708131202383220947</id><published>2007-03-01T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:53.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Spring Fever; Today-Not So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rebh4rwFQSI/AAAAAAAAATg/lqVjq0JZE3M/s1600-h/Fukitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036961597193797922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rebh4rwFQSI/AAAAAAAAATg/lqVjq0JZE3M/s400/Fukitol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was short lived. I no longer feel the urge to purge and clean those areas of my house that so easily get neglected. I think I'm on round two of the crud! Over the weekend I had the stomach yuck with fever. Hot, cold, chills, sweating-the whole 9 yards. Kept me in bed for almost two days. Tuesday I still wasn't feeling so hot, but made it through the day. Yesterday-felt great! I was ready to take on the world. Then I ate. Not good. I've been eating a very soft, mild diet. Doesn't matter. My stomach still doesn't like it. Today I woke up with sore throat, achy, exhausted, no strength. I'm sick and tired of this shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could someone please send the germ killer to my house! Please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5708131202383220947?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5708131202383220947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5708131202383220947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5708131202383220947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5708131202383220947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-spring-fever-today-not-so.html' title='Yesterday Spring Fever; Today-Not So Much'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rebh4rwFQSI/AAAAAAAAATg/lqVjq0JZE3M/s72-c/Fukitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7494318382417514693</id><published>2007-02-28T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:39:07.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever!</title><content type='html'>Holy smokes!  I woke up with Spring Fever!  No, not the bad kind, the good kind!  I have had the crud since Saturday.  Man, this morning I woke up, and finally feel normal!  Between feeling well and the fabo weather we've been having, I have all kinds of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't at work today, I would be home weeding at least two flower beds, then I'd move the refrigerator and clean behind it.  After that I think I'd attack my daughter's room.  How can teenagers live like that?  I can't imagine that I ever lived like that (and lucky for me, there's no one around to tattle and tell me otherwise). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope this mood lasts through the weekend.  Can you just imagine how much I'll get done!  Anyone else having a touch of Spring Fever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7494318382417514693?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7494318382417514693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7494318382417514693&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7494318382417514693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7494318382417514693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3931689476494956805</id><published>2007-02-27T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:45:28.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-I'm It!</title><content type='html'>My "Partner In Crime" SuZan tagged me, so I must participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you 6 weird things about myself, but one of them will be false. You have to choose the one that is false. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mother made a replica of the State Capital Building in Harrisburg PA out of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When my husband and I watch porn, this always leads to a "bow chica bow bow" session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I always must load the coffee mugs in the dishwasher the same way and on the same side.  Can't put them anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love it when someone else washes my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I can't fall asleep without the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have this whole "shower, coffee, make-up" routine that I must follow every morning or the whole day will be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Not all that weird.  But in my own way, I am.  I must say that having children has mellowed me to some degree.  I won't freak totally out; just partially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which one is a lie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3931689476494956805?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3931689476494956805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3931689476494956805&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3931689476494956805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3931689476494956805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag-I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3837917097026558619</id><published>2007-02-25T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:53.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/ReIAoXvU2TI/AAAAAAAAATU/lwnYBP-RUWk/s1600-h/Devon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035588026920917298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/ReIAoXvU2TI/AAAAAAAAATU/lwnYBP-RUWk/s400/Devon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Taken From Us Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday started out as any other Sunday. It was beautiful; cool, sunny, just absolutely gorgeous. The perfect day to work out in the garden and start getting it ready for spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late morning the phone rank and it was my Niece calling to let me know that my sister had died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece is pregnant and my sister was there helping her out with her other kids, and was getting ready to go back home to my BIL. Apparently Saturday night she had an upset stomach and complained that her hands and feet felt cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to bed and died in her sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am struggling with the emotions that I'm feeling right now. I'm so upset and numb that I cannot wrap my mind around the fact that she is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to her last week and she sounded good. She was even talking to Big G on what type of trekking poles to buy for hiking. This is not right and is not fair. I am no help to my niece right now because I am in such disbelief. I want to know why so badly that I feel almost consumed. Even knowing the stages of grief doesn't make this any easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Am. Numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3837917097026558619?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3837917097026558619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3837917097026558619&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3837917097026558619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3837917097026558619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/ReIAoXvU2TI/AAAAAAAAATU/lwnYBP-RUWk/s72-c/Devon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6660655349629433983</id><published>2007-02-25T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:54:44.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag...I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chnnature.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this, I asked Big G to help me out and tell me what is weird about me. He wouldn't help and just kept saying that it was a trick question and he wasn't going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will tell you 6 weird things about myself, but one of them will be false. You have to choose the one that is false. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to sleep with three pillows; one between my knees, one for my head, and one to prop my hand up on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot stand for the scrubby sponge to be left in the sink and get all yucky as things are put into said sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have this thing for kitchen gagets. Now I didn't say I liked to cook or that I was even good at it; but I love kitchen gagets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dated this guy when I was in High School. The relationship was totally tabu. I was an American and he was from Bulgaria (cold war days). His father's job was that he was an Editor for a Bulgarian magazine in Mexico City. I only saw a 1969 copy of the magazine over the years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just love going camping with my guys in the great outdoors, especially in summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am addicted to LOST.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go. I don't know how interesting this is? Now, if you can correctly identify the one fake then you win a...huh...something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tagging my partner in crime Sheri; however, she is disqualified from identifying my fake weird fact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6660655349629433983?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6660655349629433983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6660655349629433983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6660655349629433983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6660655349629433983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagim-it.html' title='Tag...I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6167979810986657915</id><published>2007-02-23T06:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:54.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday...List Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7kR3vU2SI/AAAAAAAAATA/a_yFFyYq9M8/s1600-h/SPFblue21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034712429118150946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7kR3vU2SI/AAAAAAAAATA/a_yFFyYq9M8/s400/SPFblue21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IT'S FRIDAY!!! I can't tell you how thrilled I am that it is Friday. I think one more weekend and I can get well...FINALLY. Anyway this week &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com/"&gt;Kristine &lt;/a&gt;wants to see our lists and maybe a doodle while we are at it. Well I am a list person and can't seem to function without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7j4XvU2QI/AAAAAAAAASw/JiA-qTWJeOE/s1600-h/IMGP2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034711991031486722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7j4XvU2QI/AAAAAAAAASw/JiA-qTWJeOE/s400/IMGP2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written lists everywhere (even the week's dinner menu on the fridge) but I thought that I would show you my attempt to bring out the geeky me with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;. This is a list of my coworkers. I don't like having my phone full of programed numbers so I have the numbers listed in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt; as a quick reference when I need to contact someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY DOODLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034712222959720722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7kF3vU2RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Ai7BmjyK94/s400/IMGP2251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here is my doodle. I'm not artistic so I give you just a little game of tic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tac&lt;/span&gt;-toe to pass the time. This happened at the last continuing ed conference I attended, the therapist next to me and I had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So let us know if you played; and let Kristine know also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6167979810986657915?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6167979810986657915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6167979810986657915&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6167979810986657915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6167979810986657915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-portrait-fridaylist-style.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday...List Style'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rd7kR3vU2SI/AAAAAAAAATA/a_yFFyYq9M8/s72-c/SPFblue21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-9115106528888597996</id><published>2007-02-22T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:43:32.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Mad, Get Even</title><content type='html'>Many of you asked what I'm planning on doing in regards to the post below.  I said, "I'm going to use her game against her."  Here is a small sample of what I've done thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Never piss off the person who handles IT.  The person below has the brain about the size of a pea.  She is lazy.  She talks about all that needs to be done, but doesn't due anything.  When her boss asks why it's not done, it's always "because of her piece of shit computer or printer".  Well folks, she is on her 3rd new computer in 3 years.  The others-I've distributed them to other members of the firm and, believe it or not, they work quite well.  This tells you that it must not be the computer, but the user.  What's the best way to screw with someone who is clueless when it comes to computers?  You use your network access to mess with her documents or block her access to certain things.  You then fix it from the server before you go to her cube.  When you (I) access her documents or files, everything works just fine.  All fingers thus point to the aforementioned pea brained user.  Oh, and let me add that you make sure her boss is always around when making her look like a fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Never mess with the person who cuts the checks.  It's amazing how your check requests "get lost" and never make it to my inbox.  It must be your computer (refer back to step 1 and make user look twice as stupid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  As I mentioned, she's nice to my face but stabs me in the back.  Well, I'm not that special.  She does that to everyone.  What's one way to make a whole office (including the boss) turn against a person?  You bring up the ugly things she's told you about that person then give that reaction of "Oh, I guess I shouldn't have said anything.  I thought you knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is just the tip of the iceberg.  I've done many more things like, moved a file from her desk and put it somewhere else.  Then, while she's frantically looking for it and blaming everyone else for her stupidity, I wait for the boss to come out.  I "offer my assistance" and go to the place where "she must have left it".  Always of course it's right under her nose.  But she'd rather blame someone than look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now leave you with the inspirational message that was on my calendar today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out.  But I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cora Harvey Armstong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life goes better if we are the first to laugh at ourselves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-9115106528888597996?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9115106528888597996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=9115106528888597996&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9115106528888597996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9115106528888597996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-get-mad-get-even.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Mad, Get Even'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-4583767003062036741</id><published>2007-02-21T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:57:10.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Do</title><content type='html'>Have you ever encountered someone that you knew didn't like you?  Even more, you knew they didn't like you but were so nice to your face?  Then you hear the things they say behind your back.  People suck.  Sometimes the flesh takes over and my evil twin comes out.  I say this because, instead of being upset about what this person says, I fully attend to use her game against her.  How mean is that?  Yes, the world is run by three year olds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the family and baby went home yesterday.  It's going to take some time to get things back in order.  My youngest son gave up his room and slept on the sofa while they were here.  He said that as soon as his head hit the pillow last night, he was out!  I checked on him before I went to bed.  When I woke him up this morning, I swear he was in the same position! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18 year old son got a full dose of baby as his room is right beside the room they were sleeping in.  Every time baby woke up, M woke up.  He asked me yesterday if all babies cry like that.  What do you think my answer was?  YES!  Then I told them they cry more!  Don't want any baby thoughts in his or girlfriend's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the mouth guard as suggested by the dentist.  &lt;a href="http://50yardline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Football Widow &lt;/a&gt;mentioned that hers stays in the cute little case in her bathroom.  Now I know why.  Can I get a yuck?  Plus, it's very hard to, um, get jiggy with it if the moment....arises?!  Not sure how long I'll use it.  If it's anything like my resolve to floss my teeth nightly, it won't be long.  I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough boring dribble for today.  Do check back tomorrow as I'm sure something exciting is bound to happen in our lives.  Yeah, maybe not, but who knows, there's a lot more dribble where this came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-4583767003062036741?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4583767003062036741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=4583767003062036741&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4583767003062036741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4583767003062036741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/things-we-do.html' title='The Things We Do'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-165179859301488813</id><published>2007-02-20T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:54.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know today is Tickle Tuesday. I hate to let you all down, but it's been a bit hectic in our household. If you all remember, this little guy was visiting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033623371440773362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdsFyXvU2PI/AAAAAAAAASk/apqSoZXMs8E/s400/Grady+2.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've used this picture already.  But darn it, he is just so darn cute!!!!!  Besides, I've been far too busy being Grandma to download the other 300 pictures!  If I remember correctly, he had a mouth full of green beans.  This kid can eat.  Of course I had to introduce him to the finer things in life like mac &amp; cheese, girl scout cookies, etc.  Always with mom's permission by the way.  I remember what it was like when mine were little and people would feed them stuff they weren't allowed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they left at 5:30 a.m. this morning and let me tell you, the house is this eerie kind of quiet.  I'm sure going to miss this little guy!  Now I just have big, smelly guys to keep me entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of all this baby stuff, I thought I'd leave you with this.  Please read it.  I'm sure every mom (and dad) will relate to what it says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and hug your babies.  They grow up just too dang quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother smiled faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for&lt;br /&gt;a career making license plates.   As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said,&lt;br /&gt;"They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was 50, I was sick &amp; tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was&lt;br /&gt;haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?" Call me the minute you get home.&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed about something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail&lt;br /&gt;of human frailties and the fears o f the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you?  I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-165179859301488813?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/165179859301488813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=165179859301488813&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/165179859301488813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/165179859301488813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdsFyXvU2PI/AAAAAAAAASk/apqSoZXMs8E/s72-c/Grady+2.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2394361846346558882</id><published>2007-02-16T05:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:55.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday...Free Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWcdUDZb2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/i4VeOURQhJI/s1600-h/SPFblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032100186069495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWcdUDZb2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/i4VeOURQhJI/s400/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It is another Friday that has rolled around, and &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;wants our take on the word "Free". The first thing I thought of was Freedom, I could do a lot with that. But it is Friday, and I'm still a bit sick and half brain dead so the obvious "Free" this week is what a lot of us are searching for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fat-Free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032101431610011506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWdl0DZb3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/b4ba3kF3apQ/s400/Bostons-FFCarPop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always searching for the perfect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;, Fat-Free snack. Most of the stuff is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; (above), other stuff is quite tasty and satisfying (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032101719372820354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWd2kDZb4I/AAAAAAAAASE/vP03u4SDPeg/s400/fat_free_jello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032101934121185170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWeDEDZb5I/AAAAAAAAASM/FB72EZK8Tdk/s400/Pringle_Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So tell us...did you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2394361846346558882?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2394361846346558882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2394361846346558882&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2394361846346558882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2394361846346558882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-portrait-fridayfree-style.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday...Free Style'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdWcdUDZb2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/i4VeOURQhJI/s72-c/SPFblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3876341258420054337</id><published>2007-02-15T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:55.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Has Kept Me So Busy That I couldn't Blog Today?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdTXDUDZb1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ctyGl8h80QA/s1600-h/Grady+2.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031883135602224978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdTXDUDZb1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ctyGl8h80QA/s400/Grady+2.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?  This cute little guy is our grandson, Grady.  He's 8 months old.  Being a grandmother really is as great as people say!  I hug him, kiss him, feed him stuff like ice cream and mac &amp; cheese, then give him back to mom &amp;amp; dad when he cries or has a dirty diaper!  Ah, how sweet it is!  Check back later......I'm sure I'll have a shit-ton of pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3876341258420054337?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3876341258420054337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3876341258420054337&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3876341258420054337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3876341258420054337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-what-has-kept-me-so-busy-that-i.html' title='So What Has Kept Me So Busy That I couldn&apos;t Blog Today?????'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdTXDUDZb1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ctyGl8h80QA/s72-c/Grady+2.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8702653395946014944</id><published>2007-02-14T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:55.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY  VALENTINE'S  DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdMM4UDZb0I/AAAAAAAAARU/vv8v_5j9vZU/s1600-h/val3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031379370298142530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdMM4UDZb0I/AAAAAAAAARU/vv8v_5j9vZU/s400/val3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day.  I have been sick, but getting better.  The kid germs just got to me!  It always amazes me how much snot your face can produce (yuck).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my dear friend Sheri gave me a &lt;a href="http://www.lampeberger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lampe Berger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for Christmas.  I love the oils and it totally satisfies the pyro in me.  So Big G who is such a romantic, gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdMLqkDZbyI/AAAAAAAAARE/UDMOLozFKdk/s1600-h/val2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378034563313442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdMLqkDZbyI/AAAAAAAAARE/UDMOLozFKdk/s400/val2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem?  I can't smell a damn thing!  Big G says that is smells nice, maybe next week I'll be able to tell.  Have a great Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8702653395946014944?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8702653395946014944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8702653395946014944&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8702653395946014944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8702653395946014944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdMM4UDZb0I/AAAAAAAAARU/vv8v_5j9vZU/s72-c/val3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7451139820371130709</id><published>2007-02-13T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:55.942-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tickle Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdEWLEDZbxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/amU6ynsPYyw/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030826638071918354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdEWLEDZbxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/amU6ynsPYyw/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer Monday, and it's not Humpday, it must be Tickle Tuesday. Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to make you smile and your week go a little smoother. Feel free to post a Tickle Tuesday on your blog and drop us a note so that we can come by and visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a father gets out of work and on his way home he remembers that it's his daughter's birthday.  He pulls over to a toy store and asks the salesperson, "How much is the Barbie on the display window?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson answers, "Which one? We have: Work out Barbie for $19.95.  Shopping Barbie for $19.95. Beach Barbie for $19.95 Disco Barbie for$19.95.  Divorced Barbie for $265.95".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazed father asks: "What? Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.95 andall the others only $19.95?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson annoyingly answers :&lt;br /&gt;"Sir..., "Divorced Barbie comeswith: Ken's Car, Ken's House, Ken's Boat, Ken's Furniture, Ken's Computer and... one of Ken's Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7451139820371130709?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7451139820371130709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7451139820371130709&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7451139820371130709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7451139820371130709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/tickle-tuesday_13.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdEWLEDZbxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/amU6ynsPYyw/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6627062368109585188</id><published>2007-02-12T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:56.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out World........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdCWCUDZbwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4LeT0ZOAkE/s1600-h/CIMG0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030685750259707650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdCWCUDZbwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4LeT0ZOAkE/s400/CIMG0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see that handsome boy in the picture? Well, as of today, he is no longer a boy, but a man. Eighteen years ago today, I gave birth to my first child. Where did the time go? Never could I have imagined what a fabulous guy that baby would turn out to be. He's my big Teddy Bear! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, M. Have a wonderful birthday. I can only imagine what adventures this next faze of your life will bring! Enjoy, stay sweet, and be safe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6627062368109585188?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6627062368109585188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6627062368109585188&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6627062368109585188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6627062368109585188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-out-world.html' title='Look Out World........'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RdCWCUDZbwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/z4LeT0ZOAkE/s72-c/CIMG0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2618537718160019058</id><published>2007-02-09T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:56.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvk0kDZbuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9YSboEL2TIw/s1600-h/SPFblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029365000571547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvk0kDZbuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9YSboEL2TIw/s400/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week, Stuff Portrait Friday has us seeing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Taken by &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by suggestion of our &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"weather girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wants us to take a picture of something &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Let us know if you played and be sure to go and let Kristine know that you played too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; that stood out was this kitty. This is a cat toy, and I brought it home for Mercedes. She played with it one time, and then just ignored the thing. So why do I have still up? Because it is on the back door, and when Zeus (the dog) wants to go outside, he rings the bells. Pretty clever eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029368445135318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvn9EDZbvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kl77Y5avimM/s400/IMGP2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BONUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvj-UDZbtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IYs4KKoQW6E/s1600-h/IMGP2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029364068563644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvj-UDZbtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IYs4KKoQW6E/s400/IMGP2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bonus shot I decided to share the last of my stash of Christmas Blend...sigh...don't know what I'm going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2618537718160019058?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2618537718160019058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2618537718160019058&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2618537718160019058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2618537718160019058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-portrait-friday_09.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rcvk0kDZbuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9YSboEL2TIw/s72-c/SPFblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6101464267439915747</id><published>2007-02-07T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:57.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Someone's Birthday Today!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcniF5g3GaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2efdZwbO9Ak/s1600-h/jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028799049901742498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcniF5g3GaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2efdZwbO9Ak/s400/jk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's someones birthday today!!!  I'll give you some hints and you try and guess who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who puts up with my crabby moods - frequently&lt;br /&gt;Someone who lifts me up when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;Someone who takes care of me when I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves animals as much as I do&lt;br /&gt;Someone who accepts my children as his own&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is a self proclaimed Geek and is proud of it&lt;br /&gt;Someone who told me I could quit and be a kept woman&lt;br /&gt;Someone who eats my cooking even when it's not edible&lt;br /&gt;Someone who buys me Coach bags just to see me smile (love this)&lt;br /&gt;Someone who, although is not a cartoon character is a character non-the-less&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I love and admire&lt;br /&gt;Someone who completes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you figure out who?  That would be my husband, &lt;a href="http://jkontherun.blogs.com/jkontherun/"&gt;Mr. JKOnTheRun&lt;/a&gt;!  I love you baby!  Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6101464267439915747?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6101464267439915747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6101464267439915747&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6101464267439915747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6101464267439915747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-someones-birthday-today.html' title='It&apos;s Someone&apos;s Birthday Today!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcniF5g3GaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2efdZwbO9Ak/s72-c/jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8110632060763240775</id><published>2007-02-06T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:48:18.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's never a good sign when you try to post a picture and it doesn't work. Never the less, enjoy our attempt to make your day a little brighter and your load a little lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SIXTEEN REASONS WHY ALCOHOL SHOULD BE SERVED AT WORK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1. It's an incentive to show up.&lt;br /&gt;2. It leads to more honest communications.&lt;br /&gt;3. It reduces complaints about low pay.&lt;br /&gt;4. Employees tell management what they think, not what they want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;5. It encourages car pooling.&lt;br /&gt;6. Increase job satisfaction because&lt;br /&gt;if you have a bad job, you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;7. It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work.&lt;br /&gt;8. It makes fellow employees look better.&lt;br /&gt;9. It makes the cafeteria food taste better.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted.&lt;br /&gt;11. Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.&lt;br /&gt;12. Employees work later since there's no longer a need to relax at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;13. It makes everyone more open with their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;14. Eliminates the need for employees to get drunk on their lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;15. Employees no longer need coffee to sober up.&lt;br /&gt;16. Sitting "Bare Butt" on the copy machine will no longer be seen as gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8110632060763240775?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8110632060763240775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8110632060763240775&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8110632060763240775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8110632060763240775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/tickle-tuesday.html' title='Tickle Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6259099689436729959</id><published>2007-02-05T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:41:48.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Things To Think About....And I'm Giving My Notice Today</title><content type='html'>Can you cry under water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Wiley E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;br /&gt;If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6259099689436729959?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6259099689436729959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6259099689436729959&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6259099689436729959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6259099689436729959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-things-to-think-aboutand-im.html' title='Monday Things To Think About....And I&apos;m Giving My Notice Today'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8511335234654009589</id><published>2007-02-02T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:57.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcK5zmxwzRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6G8X9d0YuDw/s1600-h/SPFblue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026784430332628242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcK5zmxwzRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6G8X9d0YuDw/s400/SPFblue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday again, so that means it is time for SPF! &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;wants us to get our creative juices going this week and have given us this assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"It could be a ‘button’ nose, butterscotch ‘buttons’, clothes buttons, button/pins, button flowers…you decide. Feeling creative?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even gave us hints and suggestions but there does not seem to be any creative juices flowing in my veins this week. I figure I'll just give you random buttons (get it...random and odd). What would be creative about this shot? Well I did find the black and white button (pardon the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pun&lt;/span&gt;) on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026785010153213218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcK6VWxwzSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/clkEe-oDMaw/s400/IMGP2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Now...had Kristine wanted ribbon; I do have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gaudy&lt;/span&gt; sweater with all this ribbon on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026785216311643442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcK6hWxwzTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XOQfJUzJB5I/s400/IMGP2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell us...did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8511335234654009589?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8511335234654009589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8511335234654009589&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8511335234654009589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8511335234654009589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RcK5zmxwzRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6G8X9d0YuDw/s72-c/SPFblue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-9081924313489896013</id><published>2007-02-01T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:16:18.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office Is Bat Shit Crazy</title><content type='html'>No. I'm not lying. I walked into my office and not two feet from my chair in the spot I normally put my purse was a creature. From the way it was sitting, I thought it was a mouse or bug of some sort. I let out a little squeal. I said "Help, there's a creature in my office!" Being that no one came running, I let out a slightly louder squeal. This was met with the question "What kind of creature?" To which I responded "A furry, gross creature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the partners finally wondered in, took a look and said, "Shit, it's a bat! Get out! Close the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said "Bat", that was all I needed to hear. I ran so fast I think I hurdled one of my co-workers! We called Animal Control and the Building Management company. Apparently nobody understood that there was a BAT....IN MY OFFICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, then I realized that I had a slight problem. My purse was sitting on the floor..... in the office.....with the bat! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the building engineer showed up and was all like "Hmmmmm, don't see anything. He must be gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Don't bats hide in dark places and shit?! The answer to that is YES! I had him pulling out drawers, moving files, looking in my purse! Couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other partner walks in about now and says "what, did you find a rat in your office?" You all know what I wanted to say. But seeing as how I haven't given my notice yet I said, "No! It's a BAT!!!! He said "that's a health hazard! Get someone in here to find that bat!" Thanks, got that covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bat is not found. It will be tomorrow before someone can come out. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda. I reluctantly sit down at my computer. My back facing where the bat was originally seen. I jumped at every creek, scratch, noise, or smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later one of my co-workers came in and was kidding me saying that she was going to walk in my office one of these days and I'll be working away, with a bat hanging from my back and never would know it! Not funny. Suddenly her face turns white and she says, "Uh, Sheri, your friend is coming out of the file cabinet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm surrounded by cabinets. Do you really think I was going to take the time to look and figure out which cabinet? Nooooooo. I ran down the hall screaming as coherent words would not come out of my mouth. About this time Animal Control shows up....while I'm screaming....and clutching the wall.....and screaming some more. I was sure she would come in with her gun drawn (they do carry guns, don't they? Whatever). She calmly walked back to my office with her little rubber gloves and a small Ziploc type of bag. Two seconds later she came out talking about "you're scared of this little thing?" Uh, YES!! Then she said something about rabies, 24 hours, etc., etc. By this time I was no longer listening but trying to figure out why I reacted to that little creature the way I did. I mean, he was actually kind of pathetic looking in that plastic bag. Then he opened his mouth. Ah, I remember now why I was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news? Apparently a good scare gets Aunt Flo to show up quickly. This is good as tomorrow is weigh-in day. Maybe, just maybe I'll not be so bloated tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-9081924313489896013?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9081924313489896013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=9081924313489896013&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9081924313489896013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9081924313489896013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-office-is-bat-shit-crazy.html' title='My Office Is Bat Shit Crazy'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-190592669003577743</id><published>2007-01-31T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:07:46.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention All Germs.  Leave My House...NOW....or...</title><content type='html'>I will stab you in the neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people in my house are horking.  Two have soar throats.  Fever is included for no extra charge.  Two missed school yesterday.  Ugh!  I'm tired of the sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My can of Lysol and I have a date this weekend.  If it's not breathing, it will be bleached, lysoled, burned, and whatever else I can think of.  I can't like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I think my weigh-in will be disastrous tomorrow.  I feel bloated and grumpy and the damn scale at my house hasn't moved!  I yeah, and Aunt Flo is in the area and will be stopping by any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's a wee bit sunny this weekend.  I will open those doors &amp; windows and air out the house.  I think I'll be replacing pillows this weekend as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the yuck bug hasn't made its way to you guys!  Stay healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-190592669003577743?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/190592669003577743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=190592669003577743&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/190592669003577743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/190592669003577743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/attention-all-germs-leave-my-housenowor.html' title='Attention All Germs.  Leave My House...NOW....or...'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8860175798481549345</id><published>2007-01-30T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:58.256-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tickle Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rbuk9BgWTnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VftS0r4vSJE/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024791177545010802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rbuk9BgWTnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VftS0r4vSJE/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not Monday and it's not hump day so it must be Tickle Tuesday! This is our attempt to give you a smile and lighten your week. This weeks submission is funny no matter what side of the fence your on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/99153/20070127/110856.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER STUFF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri is on another rampage and wants to stab people in the neck again. Work is getting to her and she might just stab an attorney in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drunk dialed this weekend and the ladies just cracked me up. They probably don't remember too much of the conversation so I figure I would elaborate on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to look forward to when your kids are older (high school):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More sleep (unless your waiting up for them to beat curfew)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More sex (because you can't afford to go out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty pocketbook (especially their Senior year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty refrigerator (they will eat you out of house and home)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You retire as a chauffeur :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cook less (because they will run up to Sonic and not eat your food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less laundry (they should do their own)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house stays clean (they are never there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You now develop selective hearing (they are always asking for money)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your kids act more and more like adults&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You act more and more like a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can say "Get a job" and really mean it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8860175798481549345?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8860175798481549345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8860175798481549345&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8860175798481549345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8860175798481549345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/tickle-tuesdayand-other-stuff.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rbuk9BgWTnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VftS0r4vSJE/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-130908599441338172</id><published>2007-01-27T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:36:23.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think they would let us do this at the gym?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think I would kill myself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-130908599441338172?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/130908599441338172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=130908599441338172&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/130908599441338172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/130908599441338172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/motivation.html' title='Motivation!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8014662953401756535</id><published>2007-01-26T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:58.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday...Buddy Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RboAxxgWTmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/k5gBQZtOvjc/s1600-h/SPFblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024329189387816546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RboAxxgWTmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/k5gBQZtOvjc/s400/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday (my personal favorite day of the week). &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has made it very easy this weeks and told us to provide a picture of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our buddy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course ya'll that know me could guess this one with no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BUDDY...&lt;/span&gt;part one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024326539392994882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rbn-XhgWTkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/joyd6RHY6bE/s400/Big+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Buddy would be Big G. He is my hubby, my lover, and my best friend. He has put up with all my sh*t, and my antics. Thanks hun...I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BUDDY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;part two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024327827883183698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rbn_ihgWTlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4XWh1tZbeAc/s400/Christmas+2006+002.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;Of course you would know that it would be Sheri. Holy cow, we have known each other for 12 years now. Big G calls us Thelma &amp;amp; Louise and probably cringes when we go on a road trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...did ya play?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8014662953401756535?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8014662953401756535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8014662953401756535&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8014662953401756535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8014662953401756535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff-portrait-fridaybuddy-style.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday...Buddy Style'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RboAxxgWTmI/AAAAAAAAAOs/k5gBQZtOvjc/s72-c/SPFblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-389926839536836824</id><published>2007-01-25T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:46:12.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update &amp; Shit</title><content type='html'>What a busy two days.  Yesterday I left work early to take my dear daughter to the ENT specialist.  I don't know if you all remember, but two weeks ago she went to the doctor and had strep throat.   Doctor 1 looked into daughters throat and said her tonsils were quite swollen.  Daughter told them she had her tonsils out when she was four (she's 16 now).  Doctor then proceeded to make weird faces and sounds and called another doctor in to look.  Doctor 2 basically said "ewe, what is that!".  They then called nurse to look.  Pretty soon, the whole floor was coming in to look at daughter's throat.  Guess what this supposed "growth" turned out to be....lingual tonsils!  Ha!  Apparently everyone has two sets of tonsils.  The ones commonly removed starts with a P.  The lingual tonsils are not easily seen as they are on the back part of the tongue.  Apparently daughter has an innate ability to open her mouth wide-very wide (shut it).  That with the fact that she had lingual tonsillitis made them very visible.  In fact, she still has lingual tonsillitis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does all this shit mean?  It means that daughter does not have some weird disease in her mouth and, as long as the tonsillitis clear up, she'll be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this morning I had to go to the endodontist to get this tooth checked out that's needed a root canal for the last 3 years (yeah, I procrastinate).  Guess what, now it's not one tooth, but three!  Yippee!  And, he won't due them until I get a mouth guard and wear it for 2 months.  Apparently I grind my teeth...a lot!  Then he asked if I am stressed.  Ha!  What a question.  Look at me, can't you tell?  Guess not.  So, back to dentist #1 to pay him $1000 to make my mouth guard so that I can go back to dentist 2 and pay him like a million dollars to fix my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get dentist #2 to laugh.  On his form he has you fill out, there is a question about dental procedures and which ones you don't like and why.  I answered "root canals" and for why and said "cause they cost too much"!  He thought that was funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-389926839536836824?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/389926839536836824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=389926839536836824&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/389926839536836824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/389926839536836824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/update-shit.html' title='Update &amp; Shit'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8310977321158869205</id><published>2007-01-24T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:59.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain...Go Away</title><content type='html'>It seems that it has been raining forever here. Big G is about ready to start construction on an Ark. I'm ready for some sun and decent hair days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and with this bad weather look what I saw when I walked into the living room. Yeah...the one that is not allowed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023608669969206834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbdxeBgWTjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tV-x4cDQde8/s400/IMGP2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8310977321158869205?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8310977321158869205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8310977321158869205&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8310977321158869205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8310977321158869205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-raingo-away.html' title='Rain, Rain...Go Away'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbdxeBgWTjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tV-x4cDQde8/s72-c/IMGP2161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7060121498780755704</id><published>2007-01-23T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:59.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbYb1xgWTiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OvSMpYI-eO8/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023233045014400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbYb1xgWTiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OvSMpYI-eO8/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday we were stabbing people in the neck. This week we thought we'd bring the lighter side back to our blog. So, since it's not Monday, and it's not Humpday, it must be Tickle Tuesday. Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to make you smile and your week go a little smoother. Feel free to post a Tickle Tuesday on your blog and drop us a note so that we can come by and visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WOMEN IN A SAUNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Three women, two younger, and one senior citizen were sitting naked in a sauna. Suddenly there was a beeping sound. The young woman pressed her forearm and the beep stopped. The others looked at her questioningly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"That was my pager," she said. "I have a microchip under the skin of my arm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A few minutes later, a phone rang. The second young woman lifted her palm to her ear. When she finished, she explained, "That was my mobile phone. I have a microchip in my hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The older woman felt very low tech. Not to be out done, she decided she had to do something just as impressive. She stepped outside of the sauna and went to the bathroom. She returned with a piece of toilet paper hanging from her rear end. The others raised their eyebrows and stared at her. The older woman finally said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ready.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well will you look at that..I'm getting a fax!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7060121498780755704?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7060121498780755704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7060121498780755704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7060121498780755704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7060121498780755704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/tickle-tuesday_23.html' title='Tickle Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbYb1xgWTiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OvSMpYI-eO8/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2832384140778117465</id><published>2007-01-22T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:59.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Recap</title><content type='html'>Well, it turned out to be a busy weekend. Big G went on a "survival" campout so a girly night was in order. It turned out to be Carrie, Sheri and I but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022841105583316370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbS3X5WGHZI/AAAAAAAAANg/lL0yw9k_WaM/s400/IMGP2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri was set loose to make the drinks again; even Carrie's eyes widened/watered when she tried one. My inner pyro was so disapointed, because of the rain, we had to abandon the fire pit idea (darn it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022842235159715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbS4ZpWGHaI/AAAAAAAAANo/Txf4dN7faCY/s400/IMGP2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;After Carrie left, Sheri hijacked my computer. Here she is having three IM conversations (I think she's hooked).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday we had a family dinner to celebrate Gary's 18th birday and look who he brought:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022843201527356850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbS5R5WGHbI/AAAAAAAAANw/mh-VgH3XBQI/s400/IMGP2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the first time we have met her and I must say she was brave, coming and meeting us, his aunt and unckle, his grandmother and family friends. G2 does have good taste in women don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2832384140778117465?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2832384140778117465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2832384140778117465&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2832384140778117465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2832384140778117465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-recap.html' title='Monday Recap'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbS3X5WGHZI/AAAAAAAAANg/lL0yw9k_WaM/s72-c/IMGP2149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-4995484738722839831</id><published>2007-01-21T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:59.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the race begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbPmWZWGHYI/AAAAAAAAANU/5219ykYlgy4/s1600-h/hillary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022611281883307394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbPmWZWGHYI/AAAAAAAAANU/5219ykYlgy4/s400/hillary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an effort to be bipartisan I thought this bumper sticker was great.  I totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.coffeetalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meritt&lt;/span&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/12601860-4995484738722839831?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4995484738722839831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=4995484738722839831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4995484738722839831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4995484738722839831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-race-begins.html' title='And the race begins...'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbPmWZWGHYI/AAAAAAAAANU/5219ykYlgy4/s72-c/hillary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2854898713628940140</id><published>2007-01-21T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:26:59.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE'S HAVING A BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022371798801849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbMMipWGHXI/AAAAAAAAANI/haYnHkedFMw/s400/IMGP0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hope you have a wonderful birthday!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheri and I had the pleasure of meeting &lt;a href="http://www.rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back at the Austin Blogger Blowout and then again at the Dallas Blowout. Tammy is funny, witty and a great person to know. She also made it OK for all of us to express how much we hate people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tammy, we can't wait to see you in April and if anyone tries to keep you from coming...we'll just have to stab them in the neck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2854898713628940140?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2854898713628940140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2854898713628940140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2854898713628940140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2854898713628940140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/someones-having-birthday.html' title='SOMEONE&apos;S HAVING A BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RbMMipWGHXI/AAAAAAAAANI/haYnHkedFMw/s72-c/IMGP0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1080340441004979006</id><published>2007-01-19T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:57:13.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********WARNING*********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do NOT; I repeat - Do NOT go to a Weight Watchers meeting in Copperfield and weigh in.  Their scale lies I tell ya.  The damn thing said I gained .4 lbs.  I know, not even a whole pound-could be water.  Damn it.  I did good.  I didn't cheat!  I'm pissed.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could someone please pass a donut?  Cause apparently this tree bark and grass shit makes you gain weight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1080340441004979006?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1080340441004979006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1080340441004979006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1080340441004979006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1080340441004979006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service announcement'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-992282607789709622</id><published>2007-01-18T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:02:36.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work - Yuck</title><content type='html'>The worse part of a snow day  - going back to school/work.  It's even more difficult when you hate your job and you dislike the person you work for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband told me that I could quit.  We would have to tighten our belts a little, but we would get by.  Why don't I quit?  I mean, I'm absolutely miserable.  You'd think it would be easy to say "See ya" and flash them my middle finger on the way out.  But it's not.  Why?  Here is what the little voices in my head are telling me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember when your husband was rushed to ER and they ended up having to do open heart surgery?  Remember that?  Remember him not being able to work for a long time, then, when finally getting back into the swing of things he was hired at about 1/3 of the salary he used to make?  Yeah-and you, miss "stay at home mom", yeah, what kind of credibility did YOU have when you had to go back to work?  That's right, a 50% salary cut because you hadn't been in the "work force" for a year."  Why do people think staying at home and raising a family is not work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have teenagers you dumb fool.  Teenagers that will be starting college next year.  And another the year after!  What the Fluck are you thinking?  Oh, that's right-you're not thinking."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You'll have to ASK your hubs for money for ANYTHING you want to do!  You are too controlling to live like that!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  See what I'm dealing with?  All very good arguments.  I know, a normal person would find a job before quitting.  Here's the problem.  I am very busy at work.  I don't have time to search ads, submit resumes, go on interviews.  That's all very time consuming.  I'd like to quit first and take time to find what I want.  Unfortunately, if you attempt to find a job when you are not working, you become less desirable and usually will be offered a position at a reduced salary compared to what you would have been offered if currently employed.  Employers think the unemployed interviewee is desperate.  If you go in and say "this is my salary range", then you are considered "cocky" and that would be the reason why you are not currently employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ya feel my pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-992282607789709622?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/992282607789709622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=992282607789709622&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/992282607789709622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/992282607789709622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-work-yuck.html' title='Back to Work - Yuck'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1860858840543676934</id><published>2007-01-17T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:00.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day...Because SFG Said So!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did you read SuZan's post below? Funny huh! I got that call too. The bad part-by 5:50 a.m. I've already showered. Yes, I was sitting in my bath robe with wet hair yelling at the TV begging them to announce our district as one that would close! I live about 40 minutes north of where my office is located. That's north as in "it's flucking cold" north! Our high school is located ON the freeway that they were considering closing because of a 9 car and 15 car pile up on the freeway-NEAR THE SCHOOL THAT MY KIDS WERE TO DRIVE THEMSELVES TO! Right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the call came. Yes!  Now I had to decide, do I dry my hair, get dressed and be the "dedicated employee" they think I am? Can I get a HELL NO! I really hate my job. I don't like the person I work for. He's greedy. I won't go on because you never know who may come across this blog. But, I can't like working there. That made my decision easier.  I dried my hair (one must have good hair. You never know who may come to visit). I made a fresh pot of coffee. I sat my as down on the couch. I haven't moved. Well, I moved when I had to pee. SuZan called. I told her how guilty I felt for calling in and telling them I couldn't make it. I think she would have hit me over the head had she been closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She read SFG's comment to me. SFG told us-no housework, no nothing. Sit our asses on the sofa, eat good food, and watch movies or daytime TV. I am so good at following directions.  Wanna see?  Let me draw you a picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old sweatshirt-no bra! Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old Sweatpants - no panties! Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptop - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zune-Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm Blankie - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fire Place on - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cell phone - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee-Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puppy Cuddling on my feet - Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. Got all bases covered. Now, if Domino's delivers today, we will have all bases covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha, I just looked over and saw this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021035054655479138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Ra5Mx5WGHWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/swpZb-se7aM/s400/Hubby+snow+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hubs and Oreo thoroughly enjoying their snow day!  Classic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm feeling a little bit sleeping.  I think this would be an excellent time for a nap!  Enjoy your day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1860858840543676934?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1860858840543676934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1860858840543676934&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1860858840543676934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1860858840543676934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-daybecause-sfg-said-so.html' title='Snow Day...Because SFG Said So!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Ra5Mx5WGHWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/swpZb-se7aM/s72-c/Hubby+snow+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2688808548923846947</id><published>2007-01-17T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:00.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schools are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't have to get up and get ready and yet...I'm wide awake. That's just not right. At 6:00 am we get a recorded message from the school district that due to the inclement weather, the district is closed. That it all nice that they would do that for students and parents, but the recorded message WAS IN SPANISH! Does that mean that the district is closed only if you are Hispanic and/or bilingual? Thank goodness I speak Spanish or I might be getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020978880778214738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Ra4ZsJWGHVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cj8x8W_v3_g/s400/IMGP2144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go outside to see what it was like. I donned my big fluffy robe, my warm fuzzy slippers and braved the elements with camera in hand. Wouldn't you know that I got as far as my car, clicked a picture and ran back in...it is cold people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my car is covered in ice. This is Houston, we don't do this well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2688808548923846947?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2688808548923846947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2688808548923846947&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2688808548923846947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2688808548923846947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Ra4ZsJWGHVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cj8x8W_v3_g/s72-c/IMGP2144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3010964605338334937</id><published>2007-01-16T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:00.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY G2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RavoRpWGHSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n6XXXIToZuo/s1600-h/gary3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020361599488498978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="408" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RavoRpWGHSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n6XXXIToZuo/s400/gary3.bmp" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that my baby is now 18 totally floors me in so may ways. I can't believe that the time went by so fast. I can't believe that I didn't kill him throughout the years. I can't believe that you can love someone so much yet want to hurt them sometimes. He is no longer my kid, my child, my baby; he is a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020362973878033714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RavphpWGHTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8DXJnyIwQoU/s400/gmy-jacksonville1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; By all accounts he was an easy child to raise. Yes we had our challenges and obstacles, but he mostly has made good choices and learned from the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my son and I love him but what has surprised me is the fact that I really like the person that he has become throughout the years. I enjoy talking to him and learning about his take on the world. Though part of me is a little sad that this era is coming to an end, I'm excited about the next part that life has for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020364468526652738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="412" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Ravq4pWGHUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MLxcnT4hwOw/s400/gary2.bmp" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday G2!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;May you find your purpose and happiness in your adulthood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As of 8:30 PM, January 15, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's official:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eagle has landed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Congratulations G2; you are officially an Eagle Scout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On an other note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is so cold here! We just are not used to this mess, soooo the message for all the Dallas B*tches whom sent us this wonderful weather:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...TAKE. IT. BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3010964605338334937?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3010964605338334937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3010964605338334937&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3010964605338334937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3010964605338334937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-g2.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY G2!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RavoRpWGHSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n6XXXIToZuo/s72-c/gary3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3872090746849815030</id><published>2007-01-15T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:01.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waste of Space Monday'/><title type='text'>Waste of Space Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RapIi5WGHRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-7MhniJuWn4/s1600-h/Wasteofspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019904499004087570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="55" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RapIi5WGHRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-7MhniJuWn4/s400/Wasteofspace1.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waste of Space Monday is brought to you by the the one "&lt;a href="http://www.rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that hates people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". So without further ado, let me introduce to you the winner of the "Not my job" Award. This photo made me laugh, but sadly, I do know people with this attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RapIFJWGHQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GXc1CkEVf60/s1600-h/NotMyJob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019903987902979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RapIFJWGHQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GXc1CkEVf60/s400/NotMyJob.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3872090746849815030?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3872090746849815030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3872090746849815030&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3872090746849815030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3872090746849815030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/waste-of-space-monday_15.html' title='Waste of Space Monday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RapIi5WGHRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-7MhniJuWn4/s72-c/Wasteofspace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8759579092027207322</id><published>2007-01-12T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:01.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rabzk5WGHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/IYCzr98B7yY/s1600-h/SPFblue2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018966649945332962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rabzk5WGHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/IYCzr98B7yY/s400/SPFblue2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, so we have another week with no SPF assignment. &lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;TKW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is going to go nuts having to think of things to ramble on and on and on about (she said it...not me). So, she is unofficially (and completely without permission) hi-jacking SPF this week. Her assignment….should we choose to accept it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A houseplant (or something of similar intelligence)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Something you secretly enjoy but bitch about anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Something gross...the grosser the better, I say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HOUSEPLANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018968518256106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rab1RpWGHPI/AAAAAAAAALk/XWTvW696i-s/s400/IMGP2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my one and only living plant in the house. As much as I have abused it, it lives on. Poor plant has to droop all it’s leaves before it hits me that I do need to water it from time to time. When it’s nice and hydrated it looks great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMETHING I ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(but bitch about anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018956440808070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RabqSpWGHNI/AAAAAAAAALM/3hDzj9-JZhs/s400/IMGP1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh that has to be Zeus. He keeps trying to get at Mercedes’ litter box and picking out some h'orderves. He is soooooooo smart, and yet, he eats cat poo. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMETHING GROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018955358476311746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RabpTpWGHMI/AAAAAAAAALE/rZ-wiBilCUo/s400/IMGP1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh that would be said litter box. I need to get one like &lt;a href="http://cac1128.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Carries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' (her cats'....STOP IT) that will clean itself. Now we all know that TKW will be able to top us all with the "Something Gross" pictures. We all know she has dirty diaper pictures...I've seen them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since this week is National De-lurking week, feel free to de-lurk and say "hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So tell us…did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8759579092027207322?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8759579092027207322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8759579092027207322&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8759579092027207322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8759579092027207322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/Rabzk5WGHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/IYCzr98B7yY/s72-c/SPFblue2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7052812860167018663</id><published>2007-01-11T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:01.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>FOOTBALL IS DONE!</title><content type='html'>This season seemed to go on forever! Last night marked the end as we had our football awards dinner. It was fun, exciting and a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a fantastic season and we couldn't be more proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018635920283671714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaXGx5WGHKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_0RLqZigD8s/s400/IMGP2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheri's son M is in the orange shirt. He had an awesome season as our starting center. He also won Offensive Line, Second Team ALL DISTRICT! M will probably play in college and I will be right there with Sheri cheering him on as if he were my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018637646860524722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaXIWZWGHLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/s7-GaUI_9f4/s400/IMGP2136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;G2 is in the blue striped shirt (OK...his friend next to him is 6 foot gazillion).  He played Right Guard and was the self proclaimed Star Player for the Sideline Warriors.  G2 hit us with a surprise that the coaches awarded him with an internship with the Houston Texans! I about fell over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though this is a little sad that it is all coming to an end, both boys have an exciting future ahead of them. I. AM. SO. PROUD. of them both!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;GO BOBCATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR AN EXCITING SEASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7052812860167018663?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7052812860167018663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7052812860167018663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7052812860167018663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7052812860167018663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/football-is-done.html' title='FOOTBALL IS DONE!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaXGx5WGHKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_0RLqZigD8s/s72-c/IMGP2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8719797889721527127</id><published>2007-01-10T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:02.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens In Vegas.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaT0IJWGHJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mFiTHzhU-mI/s1600-h/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018404305582300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaT0IJWGHJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mFiTHzhU-mI/s400/flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got these yesterday delivered to my office.  They're from &lt;a href="http://jkontherun.blogs.com/jkontherun/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  He reads the blog, so he knew what kind of day/week I was having.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sent him an email thanking him.  He is a great guy and would do something like send me flowers when I'm having a bad day.  But in reality, who else thought the flowers were sent because of the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (He's been there for the CES and a meeting with Microsoft.  He met Mr. Gates and actually had the opportunity to chat with him)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2.  He lost his ass gambling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3.  He spent a shit-ton of money buying new toys at the &lt;a href="http://jkontherun.blogs.com/jkontherun/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;convention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!  He did say he was going to send a big box full of stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Most likely, he sent them because he loves me!  Thank you honey!  I &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; stab you in the neck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8719797889721527127?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8719797889721527127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8719797889721527127&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8719797889721527127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8719797889721527127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens In Vegas.......'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaT0IJWGHJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mFiTHzhU-mI/s72-c/flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1683896074957774518</id><published>2007-01-09T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T08:46:04.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Raging Rant.....Because It Feels So Good</title><content type='html'>Day five of hubs being out of town.  Yes, the stress of it is getting to me.  Whatever could go wrong, has gone wrong.  Please forgive me while I vent.  Your sympathy will be much appreciated.  And Carrots!  Carrots will be appreciated too. (I usually ask for cookies, but this Weight Watchers stuff won't let me eat the whole pack.  So why bother with just one)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must join &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://twistedlifeofmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;SFG&lt;/a&gt; - those bitches taught me how to rant....and stab people in the neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the doctor, heck, the whole staff at Kelsey-Seybold.  When my sixteen year old daughter comes in sick (with strep); don't look in her throat and say "Ewe, what is that?  You have some kind of growth on your throat/tongue!"  Not reassuring.  Further, don't call your entire staff in to take a look!  If you do this again........I will stab you in the neck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the Toll Road people-Look, I spend $25 a week for the "convenience" of using your road.  Since December 22nd, the damn arm in the EZ tag lane has either refused to go up or has come crashing down on me or the car in front of me.  Then, as we sit there honking our horns for your attendant, don't ignore us!  Push the damn button so that the arm will go up.  It's not rocket science.  Do this......or I will stab you in the neck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the Office Depot truck who cut me off then slowed below the speed limit, don't do this.....or I will stab you in the neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Verizon Wireless-I give you like a million dollars a month.  My husband has this phone that will do everything including wipe his ass if he asks.  Problem-it does everything but makes and receive calls!  Seriously, EVERY.SINGLE.TIME!  Doesn't matter if he is sending or receiving calls-service sucks!  Calls are dropped!  Fix it.....or I will stab you in the neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the vet.  You've taken care of our dog since he was like 8 weeks old.  You've been treating him for this damn ear infection since November 17th.  I've paid you about a million dollars.  He is scratching his ear and whining....AGAIN!  Fix his ear.......or I may stab you in the neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Blogger-don't dick with me when I'm writing a "rant" type post.....or I will stab you in the neck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the woman in the white car that was in front of me this morning.  I admire that you want to leave a car length between you and the car in front.  Three car lengths is unreasonable.  I get in the lane we were in because it's not a turning lane.  Move it or lose it!  You are the reason I had to sit through the light as you crawled through it when it turned yellow.  Green means go!  In Texas that mean go...fast!  Move it....or I will stab you in the neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the mother of a certain child.  Don't talk about him to us in front of him and tell all of us that he has to go to a psychiatrist because he's crazy.  Stop mentally and verbally abusing him!  That's as bad as physical abuse!  Stop......or I'll stab you in the neck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, feeling better now.  Um, if you are new to this blog, we really don't stab people in the neck.  Instead, we cut their hearts out!  Just kidding.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1683896074957774518?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1683896074957774518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1683896074957774518&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1683896074957774518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1683896074957774518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/raging-rantbecause-it-feels-so-good.html' title='A Raging Rant.....Because It Feels So Good'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3688457457985600888</id><published>2007-01-08T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:02.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of Space Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaJQx1nyY5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-qXnRAZhNJg/s1600-h/waste_of_space1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017661751981925266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaJQx1nyY5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-qXnRAZhNJg/s400/waste_of_space1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to "Waste of Space Monday" brought to you by our favorite "people hater" &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt; who would stab people in the neck if it were legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks waste of space would be me!  Yes folks, me.  I am convinced that I'm a total waste of space!  Why?  Sit down and grab coffee; and a tissue.  Actually, maybe no coffee because you may spit it all over the screen when you get to the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm this dedicated employee and stuff (read-stupid).  Those of you who chose accounting as your career will totally relate to this.  It's end of year/beginning of year crunch time.  We can't move forward with some things until several of last year's issues are brought to fruition.  Hence, weekend work is more or less required.  So, I come in yesterday (Sunday).  I'm working all hard and shit.  I was about to undertake a project that required a start to finish environment.  Of course I had to pee.  I decide that this would be a fabo time to "take care of business". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem you ask?  Our office suite is very secure as a lot of people we deal with don't like us.  The doors lock when you leave.  Re-entry must occur through the receptionist's door.  You see where I'm going with this?  Sunday-no receptionist to let one back in to the office.  Yup, miss shit for brains ran across the hall and just as the back door closed, realized that not only is her suite key on the other side of that closed door, so is her purse, car keys, building access card, and cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem I think.  There were cars in the parking lot.  Certainly someone will be in the building and will let me use their phone to call the emergency number or one of my employees who lives fairly close.  Twenty-four doors I knock on; not one answer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, thinking-yes-my aunt lives within walking distance.  I shit you not-two minutes away.  So I exit the building.  Yup, now I'm not only locked out of the suite, but the entire building!  The thought then occurs to me "What if Aunt isn't home?"  Shit, I walk-briskly!  Heart racing!  Yes!  She's home!  Poor thing must have thought the worse.  Me out of breath, her not expecting me, me saying "phone".  I didn't explain until I called the emergency number! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Bob I brought our building maintenance man cookies for Christmas.  As soon as the management company called him, he called me at the number I left and started laughing!  Thankfully he lives only 10 minutes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it ladies and gentlemen.  The reason why I have chosen myself to be today's Waste of Space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3688457457985600888?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3688457457985600888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3688457457985600888&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3688457457985600888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3688457457985600888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/waste-of-space-monday.html' title='Waste of Space Monday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RaJQx1nyY5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-qXnRAZhNJg/s72-c/waste_of_space1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2684599614554896658</id><published>2007-01-06T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:02.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Blog Pick of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZ8amVnyY4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/KKX3JFlmmUM/s1600-h/dallas+Ks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016757755855397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZ8amVnyY4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/KKX3JFlmmUM/s400/dallas+Ks.bmp" width="435" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ramblings of an often mad woman who was ripped from beautiful Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and dragged, kicking and screaming, to big haired and shiny shoed Dallas. Lord, help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The votes are in, competition was brutal, but in the end Kami's votes topped the chart with a whopping 35% of the votes. I must say that we were impressed with all the ladies and their tactics for "getting out the vote" (we learned a thing or two ourselves). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you would like to see our write up of "The Dallas Ks" when we announced that Kami's site was our Blog Pick of the Month for February 2006, go &lt;a href="http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006_01_10_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honorable Mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing J.T. Snow - 14% of the votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rant N' Ravin Heaven - 10% of the votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Southern Fried Girl - 9% of the votes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Kami, by popular vote…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for your talent, humor and attitude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrating Women Celebrate You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/12601860-2684599614554896658?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2684599614554896658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2684599614554896658&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2684599614554896658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2684599614554896658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-blog-pick-of-year.html' title='2006 Blog Pick of the Year'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZ8amVnyY4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/KKX3JFlmmUM/s72-c/dallas+Ks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8559528623935867040</id><published>2007-01-04T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:02.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fug Thursday'/><title type='text'>Fug Thursday and a Stupid Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZwRZ5M6mFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YYc9QV1gkxw/s1600-h/fug_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015903221533284434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="61" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZwRZ5M6mFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YYc9QV1gkxw/s400/fug_mini.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Fug Thursday, brought to you by the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where we show you the fashion nos, to keep you in the fashion know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is my first time playing and I have to tell you that I didn't follow the rules because I'm fugging a truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big G, G2 and I were headed up to my favorite store (Target) and I saw this truck in the parking lot and of course I shouted out "OMG that truck has balls" (um-k, they both just looked at me). But look...the truck has BALLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015910226624944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZwXxpM6mHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x1u_x1Y9bGo/s400/rear%2520truck%2520shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just wrong on so many levels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now for your entertainment pleasure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stupid Moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stopped in to Famous Footwear after Target because I have been wanting to get some nice, comfortable, trouser shoes. Found a pair that were very comfy, about 1.5 inch heal, soft leather. In other words it met all of the requirements for the footzees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now visualize this...I'm walking around in these shoes, contemplating if I would be able to chase after kids in them, I turned around...and wiped out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kid you not...twisted my ankle; landed on my left knee; scraped my right palm; just a total W I P E O U T! And what do you think this logical, cautionary, therapist did? Hell, jump right up and look around to make sure no one saw me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep...that's what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pass the ibuprofen please... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and I did buy the shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8559528623935867040?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8559528623935867040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8559528623935867040&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8559528623935867040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8559528623935867040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/fug-thursday-and-stupid-moment.html' title='Fug Thursday and a Stupid Moment'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZwRZ5M6mFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YYc9QV1gkxw/s72-c/fug_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-9019753518397730575</id><published>2007-01-03T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:03.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way Back Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Way Back Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZvCX5M6mEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wBVHcekjbtw/s1600-h/wbw_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015816325754951746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZvCX5M6mEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wBVHcekjbtw/s400/wbw_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinktangerine2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TKW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wants to see our bad habits. I had this picture on the computer so I thought I would play today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And the rum is for all your good vices" -J. Buffett...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good or bad, let's see those vices, you know the things you shouldn't have been doing but did anyway? Smoking, using a pacifier, drinking, dancing on a bar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015808203971794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZu6_JM6mCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QQwyoI2Q6EA/s400/WBW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I had it good! I got to travel...A LOT! Left the country every six months and when I would get my pictures back my mom would always complain that "I always had a cigarette in my hand and a drink in front of me".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, I would look through all the pictures I would notice that she was right....sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-9019753518397730575?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9019753518397730575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=9019753518397730575&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9019753518397730575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/9019753518397730575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/way-back-wednesday.html' title='Way Back Wednesday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZvCX5M6mEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wBVHcekjbtw/s72-c/wbw_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6775557190212445285</id><published>2007-01-02T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:03.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZpzR5M6mAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z4YVdLvC_nQ/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015447886280431618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZpzR5M6mAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z4YVdLvC_nQ/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A guy is driving around Tennessee and he sees a sign in front of ahouse that says: "Talking Dog For Sale."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador Retriever sitting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You talk?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do," the Lab replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when Iwas pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wantsfor the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ten bucks," the guy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"Ten dollars? This dog is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because he's a liar. He never did any of that shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7884/1075/1600/voting1_edited.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7884/1075/400/voting1_edited.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The polls are still open and Friday will be the last full day to vote for Celebrating Women's 2006, Blog Pick of the Year. Just go over to our sidebar and exercise your right to vote! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;The animals are now at least tolerating each other. I walked in the living room and Zeus was in Big G's man chair and Mercedes in my spot. Hey, at least I finially got a shot of both of them in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015461256513624082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZp_cJM6mBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8i7XO3xRoy8/s400/IMGP2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6775557190212445285?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6775557190212445285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6775557190212445285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6775557190212445285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6775557190212445285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/tickle-tuesday.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZpzR5M6mAI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z4YVdLvC_nQ/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-680587428633863897</id><published>2007-01-01T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:04.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Drink........and stand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that another one bites the dust. We actually had a very nice New Year at Sheri's. I was designated photographer and I think I failed miserably. Sheri was actually measuring instead of guesstimating with the drinks so I was able to stay vertical. Our blogger bitch &lt;a href="http://www.cac1128.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;came over for a little while (and did I get a picture...um NO). I did get a few random shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015069858565560466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZkbdyORmJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oaPb1lgUmeI/s400/IMGP2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see, our friend had way. too. much to drink (Carrie we forgot to place the empty bottle, but he is donning a party hat). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015070803458365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZkcUyORmKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iHstaOOL_KA/s400/IMGP2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here we have Mr. &lt;a href="http://jkontherun.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jkOnTheRun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting us ready to ring in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015071675336726706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZkdHiORmLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/d95IIm_KWck/s400/IMGP2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Ok...I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my failed attempt at a creative shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just. shut. it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is about it....Oh don't forget to watch the Rose Bowl today. Must start brisket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015075351828732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZkgdiORmMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BBqiR4ccDLk/s400/rosebowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO BLUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-680587428633863897?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/680587428633863897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=680587428633863897&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/680587428633863897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/680587428633863897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-drinkand-stand.html' title='Don&apos;t Drink........and stand?'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZkbdyORmJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oaPb1lgUmeI/s72-c/IMGP2097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3461457235414090919</id><published>2006-12-31T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:05.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sheri here. I've been a bit remiss in posting as I've had a zoo at my house and apparently I'm the zoo keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you enjoyed Christmas. I have. It's been exhausting, but enjoyable. Some of our guests left yesterday, so my sister treated me to a massage. Oh My Bob!!!!! I think I must make this a regular habit! I actually came home and took a two hour nap! That is unheard of in Motherland! Then I fell asleep early and had probably the best night's sleep I've had in a long time! Great! You must do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that many of you are making your resolutions and plans for next year. I know I am. Of course I make the typical lose weight, be a better wife, mother, employee resolution. As I'm thinking through all the "I'm going to's", I picked up the January 07 issue of Good Housekeeping. Dr. Phil wrote an article "Dr. Phil's plan to help you change for good". Now, I'm not usually a Dr. Phil fan. Can't tell you why, I'm just not. I must have been very bored because I started reading his article and actually plan to use some of what I read. I will bullet the important points. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People don't break habits, they replace old behaviors with new ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the whole point in his article. Say you've decided to exercise and eat better. Your habit of sitting on the couch with a cookie in one hand and a cold beer in the other must be replaced with a new habit. Instead of saying I won't eat fast food, make a plan to eat more healthy foods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make exercising a commitment. Write it on your calendar like any other important appointment. Would I ever miss an opportunity to get together with the girls? No, I write it on my calendar and I tell everyone else that I have plans. Write your appointment to exercise on your calendar and keep it. I'm going to do this. I also will be realistic. If I say I'm going to go to the gym Monday-Thurs and Saturday and Sunday.....that ain't gonna happen. But if I write down Monday and Thursday and either one day Saturday or Sunday; although it doesn't sound as righteous as the first plan, it's sounds better than "I will sit on the couch and watch my favorite shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want a better marriage? Make a plan. Plan to have dinner once a week, just the two of you. Candlelight, good wine, the whole nine yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So often we only think of the negative of the people around us. Instead of thinking about what attracted us to our mate, we think "Gawd, why does he always wear those shoes with those awful pants? Why does he fart and burp while watching football with the guys?" Solution-make a list of at least 20 things that you love about your guy or what attracted you to him. Pull one of those things out every couple of weeks and think about it. Write a note saying "I think you're sexy because, or I like it when you..." stick it in his pocket. How many of us call our husbands to say "the cat got out, the kids a mess, I don't have enough money to pay the bills, etc?"  So easy to do. Call your hubs and say "I love you and I think you're sexy". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, enough of this feel good shit. I am going to try to incorporate some of these good habits into my life and try to replace some of the bad ones. Below are some pictures that I promised before Christmas. Yes, I am a slacker. What can I say! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014729198939510802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfloyORmBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rQUmEJKSKCk/s400/CIMG0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cookies - Can't have a Christmas without cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014729203234478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZflpCORmCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PlY1kFhOMJs/s400/CIMG0723.JPG" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daughter and son #2 putting up tree. I didn't rotate the pic-bite me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014729207529445426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZflpSORmDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1ThUikn4h3o/s400/CIMG0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daughter and son #2 not being to successful with the tree. Yes, he ended up on the floor with the tree on top of him. I was laughing to hard to take pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014730599098849362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfm6SORmFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ys950bjDsGc/s400/CIMG0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Success!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014731067250284658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfnViORmHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0d9cPGn3_Xw/s400/CIMG0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All done and decorated. Looks like Santa was here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014730603393816674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfm6iORmGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M2WLM_nSx1s/s400/CIMG0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hubs enjoying his Christmas breakfast!  Yeah, don't get excited.  I put bagels by the toaster and set out cream cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014731071545251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfnVyORmII/AAAAAAAAAG8/frvpNE5G6HY/s400/CIMG0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even muff puff got a gift from Santa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Again, SuZan and I want to wish you all our blogging buddies a safe and happy New Year!  Each of you have touched our lives in some way!  It wouldn't be the same without you!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember-go to the side bar and vote for your favorite blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3461457235414090919?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3461457235414090919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3461457235414090919&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3461457235414090919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3461457235414090919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/happpy-new-year.html' title='Happpy New Year!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RZfloyORmBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rQUmEJKSKCk/s72-c/CIMG0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5806147499510733456</id><published>2006-12-29T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:04:40.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE  VOTE  VOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7884/1075/1600/voting1_edited.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7884/1075/400/voting1_edited.0.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7884/1075/1600/voting1_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheri &amp; SuZan need YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have given you our blog picks during the past year. Our Blog picks are meant to celebrate our blogging friends and why we feel they are so special. Now we need your help deciding on who should get our “2006 Celebrating Women’s Blog Pick of the Year”. We talked and debated, and again could not decide since we like all these blogs. Each of these ladies brings something very special to the Blogsphere. Through writing, humor, honesty and personality; it is no wonder that we cannot decide on just one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So go to our sidebar and place your vote.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: You can vote once a day; but you can vote for only one blog at a time. We will keep the poll up for a week and then announce the winner over the next weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you for your support! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5806147499510733456?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5806147499510733456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5806147499510733456&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5806147499510733456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5806147499510733456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/vote-vote-vote.html' title='VOTE  VOTE  VOTE'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3605122501439638165</id><published>2006-12-25T06:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:05.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From our home to yours...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012472112021084162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="420" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RY_g1CORmAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xMFI8pambIM/s400/Christmas+2006+004.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wish you a very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3605122501439638165?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3605122501439638165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3605122501439638165&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3605122501439638165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3605122501439638165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RY_g1CORmAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xMFI8pambIM/s72-c/Christmas+2006+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8213481085499857201</id><published>2006-12-23T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:19:58.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Holiday Cheer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Sheri sent me this email yesterday and I just had to share it with you (I told her I was going to post it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the Friday before Christmas and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even…….. SHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone through the open curtains, and we all were weary;&lt;br /&gt;James reached over to see what was the matter,&lt;br /&gt;As his wife was still sleeping and not making a clatter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have hit “snooze” to many times,&lt;br /&gt;And truly is finding it hard to make this thing rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken now she heads to the shower and gets dressed;&lt;br /&gt;With only ½ a cup of coffee, she should be depressed (hey, it rhymes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door she goes with visions of Kolaches and Starbucks in her head;&lt;br /&gt;She’s truly thinking “this would have been a good day to stay in bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes down the street and what does appear?&lt;br /&gt;Flashing red and white lights in her review mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warning was received after a few tears were shed,&lt;br /&gt;She made it to work with the vision of Starbucks…….. long gone~ (you thought I was going to say head, didn’t you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the poem sucks, but it sums up my morning quite nicely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, back to work.  I work for Scrooge I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8213481085499857201?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8213481085499857201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8213481085499857201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8213481085499857201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8213481085499857201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-holiday-cheer.html' title='A Little Holiday Cheer!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5233630011591802263</id><published>2006-12-22T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:06.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYsg-CORl7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rlFNJQWm2bo/s1600-h/spf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135260500531122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYsg-CORl7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rlFNJQWm2bo/s400/spf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is still in the closet so Shaun is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need an assignment, without one you’re bumming.&lt;br /&gt;Your hostess is curled in the closet, near dead&lt;br /&gt;While visions of laptops dance in her head (fucking H.P).&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, on Random and Odd,&lt;br /&gt;A substitute teacher, an obvious fraud (or hero who saves old asian ladies, whichever you choose to call me).&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be nice for Kristine, and all of you whiners&lt;br /&gt;Who aren’t professional photographers or graphic designers.&lt;br /&gt;OK, this poem sucks. It ends here.&lt;br /&gt;Your assignment, should you choose to accept:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. One decoration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. One gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Something stuffed in a stocking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ONE DECORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011182243147782114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYtLsyORl-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/h6f_OlBnqG8/s400/IMGP2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the new one for this year. G2's last Christmas as a child and a Senior in High School. It is hard to believe for me that next month he becomes an adult (damn I feel old)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ONE GIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135634162685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYshTyORl8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TI-FaROSijY/s400/Christmas+2006+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I picked this present because I wanted to show you the ribbon (DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME). I saw this feather ribbon in the store so I thought it would look cool. After making the bow I have about decided that it looks like something that Mercedes has regurgitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011135831731181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYshfSORl9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/EO8MJE97tzI/s400/Christmas+2006+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't get this...it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SOMETHING STUFFED IN A STOCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011182462191114226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYtL5iORl_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/QwPo14BWl8Y/s400/IMGP2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one is for you Shaun! Since we have a stocking that says "Stuff it, Stuff it" I just couldn't resist. G2 is my partner in crime...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5233630011591802263?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5233630011591802263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5233630011591802263&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5233630011591802263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5233630011591802263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff-portrait-friday_22.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYsg-CORl7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/rlFNJQWm2bo/s72-c/spf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8831074017286174840</id><published>2006-12-21T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:06.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Martha Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally school is out; I got to sleep with no alarm. The agenda for today is to finish Christmas shopping and start baking. Got all the Christmas stuff up so now I can enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010979838518990674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="417" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqTnSORl1I/AAAAAAAAADk/cwEYiLeGTo0/s400/Christmas+2006+005.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;I love how the tree turned out. I keep adding to it every year even though I keep thinking that I can't possibly get one more thing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my Martha moment. I had this football nutcracker so I sanded it and turned it into a Bobcat. I thought G2 was going to think it was stupid, but he didn't and was telling me that I needed to put a stripe here, add his number there, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010981028224931682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqUsiORl2I/AAAAAAAAADs/FxOspkp4IuY/s400/Christmas+2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010981496376366962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqVHyORl3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/An97YOULlfU/s400/Christmas+2006+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He even wanted the 'paws' on the back of the helmet. I had to use a pencil eracer and carve out a paw and then stamp them on. Yes...a Martha moment for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010982737621915522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqWQCORl4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-m3WnwOu6TU/s400/Christmas+2006+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was my first attempt at floral arranging. I think I surprised Big G, I know I surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night we had an ornament exchange party over at Nichole's house.  It is always great seeing some of the Houston blogger bitches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010983424816682898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqW4CORl5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/b7afY_L0ajg/s400/Christmas+2006+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SuZan, Shell, Nichole, Carrie, Sheri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8831074017286174840?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8831074017286174840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8831074017286174840&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8831074017286174840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8831074017286174840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/martha-moment.html' title='A Martha Moment'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYqTnSORl1I/AAAAAAAAADk/cwEYiLeGTo0/s72-c/Christmas+2006+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1985293092792133670</id><published>2006-12-20T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:33:23.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Do; So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Anyone else feeling the holiday crunch?  Anyone?  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that bulleted posts really helps one empty one's mind of thoughts that could cause one to have an anxiety attack.  Sit back, get a cup of coffee, and read.  Words of sympathy will be excepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why or why is my boss such a Scrooge?  No, really.  We tripled our billing.  He hired another secretary to keep up with his work.  Did anyone hire another person to help me?  See, I do the accounting/IT/office management type stuff.  I am affected not by one attorney, but all three.  All three triple their billing and what do you think happens to my workload??????  Did I get a bonus?  No.  Did anyone?  Yes!  The two partners.  Quite significant if I may add.  Bitter?  You bet!  Especially since I cut the damn checks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My visitors start arriving tonight.  Is the house ready?  No.  There are clean towels however.  That should count for something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why oh why does my daughter's car breakdown each and ever time my hubs and I are on the way out to celebrate our anniversary?  Sunday night I was literally shutting the car door when she called.  Hubs bought two tickets to Trans Siberian Orchestra.  She was at Walmart and the car wouldn't start!  Shit!  Luckily someone gave her a jump and she made it home.  Hubs changed battery, in the rain on Monday.  Yesterday, was our anniversary and we had reservations at a fancy restaurant.  We were on the way when I get a call.  "Mom, my car stalled just as I was pulling into the parking lot at work."  Again, got a jump after work and made it home.  I don't use this word much but....fuck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why or why did I choose accounting as a career?  I mean really.  Can I take time off over the holidays?  No.  I have to get ready for month end billing; payroll; year end reports; tax filings; etc., etc.  I can't like it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not done shopping yet!  What's that?  I'm running out of time?  Yup!  More stress!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does my sister come to visit each and every Christmas and have some huge drama going on.  Can't write about it yet.  I will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, I must stop now.  Really, sympathy will be appreciated.  Or wine.....wine for my whine!  I just made myself laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1985293092792133670?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1985293092792133670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1985293092792133670&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1985293092792133670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1985293092792133670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So Much To Do; So Little Time'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3239013188033742531</id><published>2006-12-19T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:07.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYfhDiORlzI/AAAAAAAAADM/W4oKu2JGaLY/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010220561315501874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYfhDiORlzI/AAAAAAAAADM/W4oKu2JGaLY/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Las Vegas Churches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010221373064320834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYfhyyORl0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Oglpf0xkSn8/s400/church_wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS MAY COME AS A SURPRISE TO THOSE OF YOU NOT LIVING IN LAS VEGAS, BUT THERE ARE MORE CATHOLIC CHURCHES THAN CASINOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT SURPRISINGLY, SOME WORSHIPPERS AT SUNDAY SERVICES WILL GIVE CASINO CHIPS RA THER THAN CASH WHEN THE BASKET IS PASSED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SINCE THEY GET CHIPS FROM MANY DIFFERENT CASINOS, THE CHURCHES HAVE DEVISED A METHOD TO COLLECT THE OFFERINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE CHURCHES SEND ALL THEIR COLLECTED CHIPS TO A NEARBY FRANCISCAN MONASTERY FOR SORTING AND THEN THE CHIPS ARE TAKEN TO THE CASINOS OF ORIGIN AND CASHED IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS DONE BY THE CHIP MONKS...!.:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING DID YOU ..? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOTCHA !! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Random Stuff!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much as far as the other stuff. All of us are coming down off of football and trying to get ready for Christmas. The house is finally done except for the guest bedroom and our bedroom look like Christmas still threw up all over them. I don't know if I will be able to get any baking done because we just don't have the time off from school like in the past (we get out after Wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri and I did have the most awsome shopping experience last weekend. Because we both were cringing at the thought of going to a mall; we went to Town &amp; Country Village and it was great. No teenagers all over the place, the weather was fantastic (around 75 and sunny); one store even carried our packages out to the car; we ate lunch outside...life was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3239013188033742531?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3239013188033742531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3239013188033742531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3239013188033742531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3239013188033742531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/tickle-tuesdayand-other-stuff_19.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYfhDiORlzI/AAAAAAAAADM/W4oKu2JGaLY/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3914836533584647413</id><published>2006-12-15T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:07.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYKbqY2uKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/6ZNGPHT92OY/s1600-h/brokenstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008736888118192562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYKbqY2uKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/6ZNGPHT92OY/s400/brokenstuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Friday so you know that it is time for SPF!  &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is having computer problems so Shaun is hosting this week.  This week, take pictures of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your ‘hood (you can do sweatshirt, your neighborhood, your car…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Something you would not want to run into that is in your house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be interesting; I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;YOUR ROOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008603214571008802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYIiFkFicyI/AAAAAAAAACY/VSE81xQf2f8/s400/IMGP2063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well I got to this one way too late and it was dark outside and I couldn't take a picture of my roof so, I’ll give you Zeus’ roof. He lives here so it would count. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;YOUR HOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008603528103621426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYIiX0FiczI/AAAAAAAAACg/s7-u3trMp2A/s400/IMGP2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did remember this part of our assignment. While I was on my way to work I called Big G to run out in the yard and take pictures of our street. We had a lot of fog and I thought it would be a cool picture. So I present you...my hood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;...word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SOMETHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RUN INTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008602926808199954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYIh00FicxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hp0om08eyvU/s400/IMGP2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a small game table next to the back door. I can’t tell you how many times my knee has come in contact with it while going to the back yard. You would think that I would just move the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So tell us…did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3914836533584647413?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3914836533584647413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3914836533584647413&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3914836533584647413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3914836533584647413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff-portrait-friday_15.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYKbqY2uKbI/AAAAAAAAADA/6ZNGPHT92OY/s72-c/brokenstuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6150930145372266893</id><published>2006-12-14T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:08.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYFc3UFicwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YB2tRs385lE/s1600-h/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008386365967201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYFc3UFicwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YB2tRs385lE/s400/question+mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had EVERY intention of posting the pictures of the whole tree thing. Really, I did. My house is like a zoo in the evenings. I really don't know where the time goes. I was talking to SuZan at 9:30. Turned on my computer to start the whole download/upload process. I got busy doing something else...well, about 20 something elses (I think I have ADD), the next thing I knew, it was midnight. Seeing as how the alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m.; I figured I should probably hit the sheets. Do you feel sorry for me yet? No? Crap. Then I'll give you cookies. Cookies and coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading the book "Skipping Christmas" by John Grisham. I read it every year. Someone got it for me one year as a "Coffee Table Book". Every year I read it and think I really would like to take a cruise for Christmas! My husband likes the idea. But he said I'd still probably break my back decorating, buying presents and stressing over all the things one stresses about during the holiday along with stressing about everything one stresses about before going on a vacation. Unfortunately, he's correct. That's exactly what I'd do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really will try to get those pictures up tonight. Really. I know, you've heard that before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6150930145372266893?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6150930145372266893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6150930145372266893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6150930145372266893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6150930145372266893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-i-suck.html' title='I Know, I Suck!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RYFc3UFicwI/AAAAAAAAACE/YB2tRs385lE/s72-c/question+mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5840914656800905896</id><published>2006-12-13T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:26:15.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells, Batman Smells........</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it?  My tree is almost up!  I'm almost done putting up the decorations!  Every year, every gosh darn year I start the season with good intentions.  I really thought I was going to do it this year.  My goal is to have the lights up outside, the inside decorated and my shopping done &amp; wrapped by the 10th of December.  Hello.....it's the 13th and am I done?  Nooooooo.  I do have some cute pics of my daughter and youngest son trying to put up the 8 foot tree!  I will post these later so please check back.  My daughter is only 5' tall.  Use your imagination then check back for the pics.  What you've imagined most likely is what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have a small dilemma.  My step-daughter comes in on 12/20.  I haven't seen her for 2 years.  I love her to pieces.  When I say step-daughter (I will refer to her as SD) people think of a small child or teenager.  No, she's 24.  Basically, it's like having a friend come to visit.  I look forward to her visit.  The dilemma-one of the Houston bitches is having a "Girl's Night" the night she comes in.  I really want to go see my bitches.  SD's plane arrives at 6:00 so they should be getting to the house about 7:00.  The party is 7:00-9:00.  What I'd like to do is go to the party til like 8:00 or 8:30 then come home and visit with SD.  I don't think hubs will go for that.  I was thinking about waiting til SD arrives, give her a hug and kiss then arrive at the party fashionably late.  Don't think hubs will go for that either.  Plus, to me that seems a little rude.  It would be like "Hey, how ya doin.  Hugs and kisses.  Later."  I would take SD with, but I KNOW hubs won't go for that.  Long story, but mostly, he really is looking forward to visiting with her.  So I ask my Internet bitches...what's a bitch to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5840914656800905896?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5840914656800905896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5840914656800905896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5840914656800905896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5840914656800905896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/jingle-bells-batman-smells.html' title='Jingle Bells, Batman Smells........'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6776345303337582509</id><published>2006-12-12T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:08.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RX68rW70cMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_Xhxb36XdFs/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007647288759447746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RX68rW70cMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_Xhxb36XdFs/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not Monday and not Hump Day so it must be Tickle Tuesday. An attempt from us to bring a smile to your week. The wonderful thing about the holidays is that there is something for everyone. So today we give you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE DISTURBED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 5. Manic - Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells , Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I am #9...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007647095485919410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RX68gG70cLI/AAAAAAAAABs/nL6AQBFj3IY/s400/JK%2520Icon%2520100pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sheri mentioned yesterday that we have a star among us. That would be her hubby...Mr. JK OnTheRun. Found the segment and wanted to post it. Oh and swing by to his blog and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfoxhouston.com/myfox/pages/InsideFox/Detail?contentId=1739027&amp;version=1&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;amp;pageId=5.2.1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fox News Segment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jkontherun.blogs.com/jkontherun/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;jkOnTheRun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cat-Zilla Strikes Again...well almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TKW inspired me to try and capture Mercedes in action. The funny thing is that you can tell that she KNOWS she is not suppose to be there and keeps looking at me, waiting for me to get her off of the village. She then decides that maybe if she can't see mom...that mom can't see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/99153/20061212/052509.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6776345303337582509?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6776345303337582509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6776345303337582509&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6776345303337582509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6776345303337582509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/tickle-tuesdayand-other-stuff.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RX68rW70cMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_Xhxb36XdFs/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3668070757819747601</id><published>2006-12-11T07:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:14:05.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Wow, I had this post all planned with pictures and everything, but blogger was being a bitch.  Well, not just blogger, but the Internet in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring you all up to date, our Bobcats lost their playoff game in the last 20 seconds by 1 point.  I could give you all the gory details, but to save time, I'll tell you this-our boys played with their hearts; every single boy gave 100%;  the other team did as well and, all though it's hard to say the words, they earned their win and I hope they continue to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my hubs will be on one of the local news stations this morning.  He has a technical blog and they interviewed him about the upcoming fad "unboxing videos".  Basically, people are video taping the unboxing of their stuff-gadgets, games, whatever.  They publish it usually on U-Tube.  It's a big thing.  He's done a couple unboxing videos and they interviewed him-go figure!  Autographs will be available upon request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to fill our time with now that football is over you ask?  Christmas!  In fact, it looks like Christmas threw up all over my house!  See, I got the outside done pretty much over the Thanksgiving weekend.  People see the outside, not too many see the inside.  With football, it's hard to fit everything in.  Yesterday, after 3 trips to the storage unit, I finally started putting up Christmas inside!  No, tree isn't up yet, but we're getting closer!  I figure I have 9 days until my company starts arriving.  I stand a good chance of getting it all done by then.  We did make some cookies yesterday.  I have pictures, but again-blogger the bitch!  Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more football thought-I think what I'll miss more than anything is knowing that my hubs and I would be getting together with my aunt and G1 and SuZan.  We had a blast!  My one goal is to make sure that we don't let life get in the way and get together as often as possible----even though there's no more football, I'm sure there's a Margarita somewhere with our name on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3668070757819747601?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3668070757819747601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3668070757819747601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3668070757819747601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3668070757819747601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7094931015009661781</id><published>2006-12-06T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:08.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fug Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXePcDu6S0I/AAAAAAAAABI/6Vzgj79JSgY/s1600-h/fug_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005627223046769474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXePcDu6S0I/AAAAAAAAABI/6Vzgj79JSgY/s400/fug_mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Fug Thursday, brought to you by the bestest weather girl in Dallas, &lt;a href="http://dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Dallas K&lt;/a&gt;. Fug Thursday-where we show you the fashion nos, to keep you in the fashion know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, I was ever so excited but nervous to have a victim, er, candidate. We saw this at lunch before the big game on Saturday. SuZan knew what I was going to do, my aunt on the other hand, well, I think she really thought I was taking a picture of her and SuZan. Here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005628687630617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXeQxTu6S1I/AAAAAAAAABU/BarMAkIJ788/s400/CIMG0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, where to start?  Let's see, could we start with the hair?  Yes, the hair.  And the dress.  It was 32 flucking degrees outside people!  She had no coat.  The opened toed shoes.....I can't go on.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us know if you played!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7094931015009661781?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7094931015009661781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7094931015009661781&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7094931015009661781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7094931015009661781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/fug-thursday.html' title='Fug Thursday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXePcDu6S0I/AAAAAAAAABI/6Vzgj79JSgY/s72-c/fug_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-4301384375728802243</id><published>2006-12-06T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T06:57:10.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Not much is going on with us; as a matter of fact we were just saying how boring everything is right now.  Our lives are totally consumed with football with our boys in the playoffs.  So we cannot make any planned activities which this time of the year is pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our blogroll has been neglected but we are really not anti-social.  I would hope our lives are not this one dimensional (ha...but I guess right now we are).  You know your a football mom when you receive invitations to holiday events and you have to say..."Let me get back with you next week because if the boys win then we will be at a football game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a wonderful holiday recipe to add to your festivities.  Sheri and I haven't decided who is going to try this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tequila Christmas Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;Nuts&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle tequila&lt;br /&gt;2 cups dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the tequila to check quality. (I already sampled it.....several times to check the quality).  Take a large bowl, check the tequila again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point its best to make sure the tequila is still OK. Try another cup...just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Pick the frigging fruit up off the floor. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with adrewscriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the tequila to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Check the tequila. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the tequila and wipe counter with the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-4301384375728802243?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4301384375728802243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=4301384375728802243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4301384375728802243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4301384375728802243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1232514682246479924</id><published>2006-12-04T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:08.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXSI-l_5jYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5AkVJFpTn8s/s1600-h/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004775694848855426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXSI-l_5jYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5AkVJFpTn8s/s400/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not Monday, and it's not Hump Day; so it must be "Tickle Tuesday". Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to lighten your load and make your week just a little brighter. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BLONDE SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blond was driving down the street, in a panic because she had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up toward heaven, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, please take pity on me. If you find me a parking space, I will go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life, and give up sex and tequila."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, an empty spot appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up again and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, found one." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1232514682246479924?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1232514682246479924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1232514682246479924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1232514682246479924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1232514682246479924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/tickle-tuesday.html' title='Tickle Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXSI-l_5jYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5AkVJFpTn8s/s72-c/Tickle+Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3440462672946269695</id><published>2006-12-04T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:27:09.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights!.....on Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Can you believe this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXLgll_5jUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8x3bqXqt6Ck/s1600-h/IMGP2011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004309072421948738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXLgll_5jUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8x3bqXqt6Ck/s400/IMGP2011a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that this was going to be a tough game but as you can see it was all Bobcats! We won and are moving onto the Regional Finals. We will be playing Pearland at Rice Stadium next Saturday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004444458381053266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXNbuF_5jVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eh9JjqWfwBY/s400/IMGP2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Sheri all decked out for the game (and Big-G being a bit of clown himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004445776936013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXNc61_5jWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RSvXguxlFM8/s400/IMGP2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004445991684377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXNdHV_5jXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xTeIxOw1bKc/s400/IMGP2017a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;BFND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Go Bobcats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3440462672946269695?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3440462672946269695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3440462672946269695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3440462672946269695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3440462672946269695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/friday-night-lightson-saturday.html' title='Friday Night Lights!.....on Saturday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6z51o6be5Y/RXLgll_5jUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8x3bqXqt6Ck/s72-c/IMGP2011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5291058320786946666</id><published>2006-12-01T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:50:21.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/400969/SPFblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This SPF brought to you by the lovely &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; is going to be very interesting to see everyone’s perception. So for this week, our assignment is to take a picture of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something that makes you go “hmmmm.”&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Sweet&lt;br /&gt;3. Something Retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO HMMMMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/758318/IMGP1991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/220146/IMGP1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmm look at that! There’s this cat in our house that thinks she is Godzilla whenever I set up my Christmas village. You see…she is trying out her butt to see if it still fits on the bar (she has put on 2 pounds since her surgery). Oh and that is Big-G; being the studly manly man by helping me out by in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SOMETHING SWEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/414943/IMGP1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anything chocolate is a Good Thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; RETRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/139434/IMGP1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now this one is hard in this house, but I did finally come up with something…our toothpick holder and that skillet belonged to Big-G's grandmother so that would be retro too…..taaa daaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell us…did you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5291058320786946666?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5291058320786946666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5291058320786946666&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5291058320786946666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5291058320786946666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8026797326238370600</id><published>2006-11-30T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:40:27.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Off!</title><content type='html'>Today's post is going to be a little ranting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tammy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog and she really got me thinking about the whole 'Politically Correct' crap we endure day in and day out. I heard on the news yesterday that a Judge is making FEMA reinstate payments to the Katrina evacuees; and furthermore, that it is retro active. The hell? It has been almost a year and a half now? Are we going to have to support them forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work several of us were discussing reports that kids going off to college are ill prepared to live on their own. There are articles that state the kids can't balance a check book, haven't developed critical thinking skills as it relates to everyday life and that they don't know how to dicipline themselves to get their work done. I thought it was the parent's job to teach our own kids problem solving and common sense stuff. I guess some want the schools to raise them too? Most of ya’ll know how I feel about helicopter moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God (yes...that's right G - O - D). If I want to go to a 'Christmas Party' I'm going to a 'Christmas Party'. Don't call it a seasonal party or a holiday party or even a winter party. If you are offended by the 'CHRIST' in Christmas, then fk-it don't go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell came up with the term 'Politically Correct' anyway? Common decency has taught us to be respectful of others but THIS has gone way overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone get through to our dog Zeus, that our cat (Mercedes) is NEVER going to be his friend as long as he sticks his cold, wet dog nose on her ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all! I feel so much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8026797326238370600?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8026797326238370600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8026797326238370600&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8026797326238370600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8026797326238370600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/sound-off.html' title='Sound Off!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2295496876291588465</id><published>2006-11-29T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:17:46.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.....The Casualty of Which I Spoke</title><content type='html'>Mkay, I told you to check back. If I remember correctly, the post below was about coffee....and casualties. Go ahead, read it. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back already? Great. Here's the story. The door to the master bathroom is not standard. It's small. When a bitch tries to carry a clothes drying rack that's bigger than the doorway through said doorway at 5:30 a.m. without having adequate coffee....Ugh, don't make me relive it. See, it wasn't the initial going through the door that was the problem. It was when I remembered something I needed and turned quickly to go back into the bedroom with the drying rack in my hands that caused the problem! I tell ya, I can't function without my coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing pleasure, here is the catastrophe relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/457509/CIMG0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/178443/CIMG0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;/strong&gt;This is the doorway from my bedroom to my bathroom. It's not standard size. It's stupid...it's outdated, but it's temporary. We're are temporarily renting. Long story. Anyway, if you are carrying something through the door, you must come in sideways. Don't say anything about the color of my bedroom. I didn't choose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/442408/CIMG0671.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhibit B: &lt;/strong&gt;Trying to point out what happens when one tries to carry something wide through the door without turning sideways. I know, horrible picture. Work with me here...I'm wounded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/675934/CIMG0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhibit C: &lt;/strong&gt;This is the casualty. This is what one drying rack looks like after it is dropped kicked (several times) across the bathroom, then picked up and slammed down on the ground. All this AFTER the initial "getting stuck in the door and injuring someone". I guess I showed it who's boss around here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/459047/CIMG0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhibit D: &lt;/strong&gt;Finally I give you the leg (shut it...I know it needs to be shaved. Not going to do that after gouging the shit out of it. I can't like that!) I don't know if you can see the slight discoloration that's sure to be one Hell of a bruise by weeks end. Just pretend you do and send sympathy....and coffee! Send coffee!! I just called daughter and requested that she pick up a can on her way home. After this morning, she fully understands the importance of coffee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the drying rack-it will be cremated at sunrise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2295496876291588465?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2295496876291588465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2295496876291588465&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2295496876291588465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2295496876291588465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/updatethe-casualty-of-which-i-spoke.html' title='Update.....The Casualty of Which I Spoke'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8018337420743241065</id><published>2006-11-28T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:33:23.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday.......Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, this is usually the day we post something light hearted and funny to boost you up and carry you through the week. Can't do it. It occurred to me last night that Aunt Flo is on her way. I can't like her. She's not very nice, but during stressful times, she's a terror. What stress could I have you ask? Football playoffs, Christmas shopping, Christmas decorating, working, mentally preparing for my sister's visit (we have issues, but I love her), mentally preparing for my step-daughter's visit (at the same time as my sister's-I'll have a house full-but my step-daughter is great-I love her like my own), etc., etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel my pain? No? Not yet? OK, here's another reason I'm not in a "Tickle Tuesday" kind of mood. See, I'm a coffee drinker, no, lover! I lurve me a good strong cup of coffee anytime of the day. I lurve me some flavored coffee. But I don't lurve flavored coffee in the morning. I'm a Folgers kind of girl first thing in the morning. Starbucks works too, but just their Breakfast blend, nothing fancy. After the first cup or two, I'm game; until then, just give me coffee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this have to do with the love of Bob? I'll tell you. My wonderful husband gets the coffee maker ready before we go to bed. It brews on a timer so that after my shower, my blood line will be ready. No talking, no thinking, just coffee. This morning my nose detected a hint of caramel in the air. Not fully awake, I pour my cup of Joe, or Bob, or whatever you want to call it. I take that first sip. You know that first sip in the morning is comparable to sex.....well, when you're my age it is. You prepare for it, you think about it, your mouth waters for it.....wait, let me calm myself down. OK, better now. So I take that first sip and almost spit it across the room. I guess my husband knew that I noticed a problem and said, "We're out of Folgers, but for some reason this Folgers Select has a strange taste. Kind of like caramel." Now I'm mystified. First, I had no clue what this "Folgers Select" was to which he referred. Then I wondered why he didn't use the Starbucks coffee sitting right by the coffee maker. Then it hit me. In a moment of Holiday Cheer, or whatever you'd want to call it, I bought the Folgers flavored coffee-caramel flavor. It must have found its way all the way back to the corner of the cabinet. That's were all the crap goes that I buy and don't like. This stuff, in my opinion, tasted like warm water with a caramel crayon dipped in. Yuck. Double yuck when it's the first cup of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not mad at my husband because I could have easily gotten my ass up from it's perch and prepared the coffee. I'm not mad at all. I'm in a funk. A cloud. Not having my first real cup of coffee in the a.m. does weird things to me. Don't believe me? Check back later-we had a casualty in the bathroom this morning. I believe the victim is DOA. I asked hubs to take a picture. I'm not telling the REST of the story without evidence. You'll have to check back for details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime....please.....send.....coffee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8018337420743241065?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8018337420743241065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8018337420743241065&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8018337420743241065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8018337420743241065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/tickle-tuesdaynot.html' title='Tickle Tuesday.......Not'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7559511796555535694</id><published>2006-11-27T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:38:32.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And We Move On!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we won our second playoff game against Lamar (29-7).  The boys were calm and focused and all of us parents were all terrified and elated (at the same time I might add).  Do you see where the boys got to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/266428/IMGP1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/574096/IMGP1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...at Frigin &lt;a href="http://www.hchsa.org/reliant/reliant.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reliant Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/670981/IMGP1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/369157/IMGP1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we won our Area Final and now move on to the Regional Semifinals (three games to the big show).  OMG, we had no idea the boys would go this far.  This is both exciting and exhausting; and what an awesome Senior year the boys are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/750413/IMGP1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/141512/IMGP1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and we move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7559511796555535694?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7559511796555535694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7559511796555535694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7559511796555535694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7559511796555535694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-night-lights_27.html' title='Friday Night Lights!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5749496691959094298</id><published>2006-11-23T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:43:45.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;From our home to yours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;we want to wish each of ya'll a wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanksgiving with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/211565/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 435px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="416" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/796824/thanksgiving.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5749496691959094298?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5749496691959094298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5749496691959094298&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5749496691959094298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5749496691959094298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6217263571496523537</id><published>2006-11-22T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:42:58.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth-Why???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I promised last Friday that I'd post before and after pics of dear J. See, I'm a master procrastinator. This weeks excuse-My back thinks I'm older than I really am. It didn't take well to 3 hours of yard work on Sunday. Picture this-heating pad, walking hunched over, pink fuzzy slipper at the office because heals cause excruciating pain. Yeah, I broke down and went to the doctor today. I don't go to doctors. I can't like doctors. They want to do to many tests and stuff. I can't like tests. Lucky for me, I found a doc that believed me when I told him I didn't do anything to my back other than overexertion. I told him what how I thought I should treat it (let's try some drug therapy), and he agreed! Amazing-I've taken my sixth steroid in six hours. This stuff better work. My son G (I don't talk about him much, but let me say he has quite the sense of humor); he looked at me with that "there's something on your face" look. He said, I don't know about your back, but your mustache sure has grown! Funny guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the pics. The whole wisdom teeth thing is said and done. Friday and Saturday were not fun. The swelling came on Sunday. We followed the docs orders and low and behold, she was up and running around (even worked) yesterday. She's such a quick healer. I do have to tell on her-after they loaded her in the car, not fully conscious, the first thing she asked for was her phone. I gave it to her just for grins. Of course she wasn't able to hold it much less text. The phone fell but her fingers kept moving as if she was texting. Her eyes were open! It was too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Jess%20b4%20teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Above-J Before Surgery (she wasn't thrilled that I was taking her pic without her makeup on)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below-J after surgery (that's bear bear and blankie-she's had them forever. They've been through surgery with her before. Whenever I see those, I know some thing's wrong)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Jess%20After%20teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6217263571496523537?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6217263571496523537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6217263571496523537&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6217263571496523537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6217263571496523537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/wisdom-teeth-why.html' title='Wisdom Teeth-Why???'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6888593127791688893</id><published>2006-11-21T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:18:27.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/825722/Tickle%20Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/140313/Tickle%20Tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's not Monday, and it's not Hump Day; so it must be Tickle Tuesday.  This is our attempt to lighten you load and make your day a little brighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ten Thoughts To Ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 10:  Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 9:  Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 8:  Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 7:  Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 6:  Some people are like a Slinky.....not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 5:  Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 4:  All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 3:  Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 2:  In the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT TO PONDER IN 2006:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of Illegal immigrants and Terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6888593127791688893?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6888593127791688893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6888593127791688893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6888593127791688893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6888593127791688893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/tickle-tuesday.html' title='Tickle Tuesday'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-4002940704157860239</id><published>2006-11-20T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T08:27:50.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of Space Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/880574/Wasteofspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/658599/Wasteofspace1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents Behaving Badly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste of Space Monday is brought to you by the lovely Tammy over at &lt;a href="http://www.rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Rant &amp; Raven' Haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Here we have more bad-behaving parents at youth sports. This time, they’ve brought the violence down to the Pee Wee level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: Last week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: Corpus Christi, Texas.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parents didn’t start the fire this time - it appears a coach did - but a few of them certainly didn’t mind getting in a few kicks for good measure. Pay particular attention at the 47-second mark to the woman who kicks another woman in the tush, sending her tumbling onto the human pile below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See video &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentsbehavingbadly.com/tag/football"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents...Get. a. Grip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found out this weekend that the boys' next playoff game will be played at Reliant Stadium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Cow Batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-4002940704157860239?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4002940704157860239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=4002940704157860239&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4002940704157860239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/4002940704157860239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/waste-of-space-monday.html' title='Waste of Space Monday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7465487936937623994</id><published>2006-11-18T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:10:59.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/359956/IMGP1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Football Frinzy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2564/1538/400/246797/IMGP19412.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys won their first playoff game 35 to 7. I know we will not have it as easy throughout the rest of the playoffs. M and G2 shaved their heads again but now about 80% of the team have joined the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they won their first playoff game they will now have a Team photo permanently displayed in the Field House. I wonder if they will all be bald when that photo is taken? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;B.F.N.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;GO BOBCATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7465487936937623994?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7465487936937623994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7465487936937623994&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7465487936937623994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7465487936937623994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-night-lights.html' title='Friday Night Lights!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-5712175836791394931</id><published>2006-11-17T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:01:24.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/bracelet_23copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/bracelet_23copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s hard to believe that it is time for SPF again! This week, &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wants to dedicate SPF to Janelle to honor National Epilepsy Awareness Month. Our assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. Something you seize (as in seizure, get it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Something that shakes (because you shake when you have seizures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. And something purple (because purple is the color for National Epilepsy Awareness Month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;SOMETHING I SEIZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/RSCN0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This one I will take more literal. Both of my G’s have each had a seizure. Each time I think I aged at least ten years. When G2 had his I was there, and it is true that training kicks in. I was calm and did what I needed to do but in the ambulance once G2 was fully conscious, the EMT made me lie down and gave me oxygen. Big G’s came on some years later when he was playing a video game (yes, strobe type lighting can trigger seizures in some people) at lunch. I got to the hospital as fast as I could. Both are fine today and I don’t care to have to go through that type of situation again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;SOMETHING THAT SHAKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It shakes where I grew up. I give you Mexico City and boy can it shake. There is nothing like waking up in the morning on the floor because you have been thrown out of the bed from an earth quake (that only happened once). The strongest Earthquake I’ve been in was 6.5 on the Richter Scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP01342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn’t think of anything in the house that is purple so then it hit me…why not use one of the pictures from the boy’s Colorado trip. I figure, what better purple than from America the Beautiful? So I give you…Purple Mountain’s Majesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So tell us...Did you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-5712175836791394931?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5712175836791394931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=5712175836791394931&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5712175836791394931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/5712175836791394931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuff-portrait-friday_17.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-3446732156345173208</id><published>2006-11-16T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:21:01.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That and All Things Cold!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gees.  It was 83 on Tuesday.  This morning out in the burbs it was like 40!  I went to bed in, well, nothing; and woke up FREEZING!  WTF!  That's Houston for ya!  This time instead of downpours bringing in the cold weather; we had wind.  Not just wind, but WIND!  The tree knocking down, power going out kind of wind!  It was crazy!  Do like this cold weather however.  It does wonders to get one into the Holiday mode!  SuZan mentioned getting her Christmas stuff out this weekend.  At first I was like "so soon"? Then I was like - wow!  Next week IS Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the "boyfriend dumping advice" for my daughter.  It was very helpful.  Yes, I think we have a potential stalker.  Very co-dependant.  I can't like it.  After we talked, she admitted that this "other guy" may just seem so attractive because it was an excuse to end relationship with other guy.  She agreed that to pursue that relationship wouldn't be such a good idea right now.  We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've read all the way to the end, I'd like to give you something to think about.  Let's say that your parents move out of a big house (5 bedroom; 4200 sq. feet).  Said house is vacant and for sale.  When you were a teenager (boy or girl), would you have taken advantage of the opportunity and maybe have a party at empty house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tomorrow for "Stuff Portrait Friday" and before and after pics. of J.  She gets her wisdom teeth out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-3446732156345173208?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3446732156345173208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=3446732156345173208&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3446732156345173208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/3446732156345173208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-that-and-all-things-cold.html' title='This &amp; That and All Things Cold!!!!!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-875141637838299283</id><published>2006-11-15T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:09:10.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Women's November Blog Pick of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Celebrating Women’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;NOVEMBER BLOG PICK OF THE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Missing%20J%20T%20%20Snow%20%20November%20is%20National%20Epilepsy%20Awareness%20Month%2011%201%202006%209%2010%2041%20AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missingjtsnow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missing TJ Snow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are late again but only in posting not in picking. Without further delay we both agreed that this month's Blog Pick should be Kelly over at &lt;a href="http://missingjtsnow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missing TJ Snow&lt;/a&gt;. Kelly describes herself as a Wife, a Mother, a hard worker and an avid Angels fan from beautiful Southern California. She works full time outside the home which she says helps her stay sane most days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kelly also blogs &lt;a href="http://jenellesjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jennelle's Journey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and contributes to the blog &lt;a href="http://hollandpostcards.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Postcards from Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What we love about Kelly is her drive for her family. Her determination to give Jennell and Jack the best life that they could possibly have; her resolved to educate all of us on children with special needs. She makes us laugh, cry, hold our breath as we read all the challenges and successes that Janelle goes through.&lt;/p&gt;November is National Epilepsy Awareness Month; and Kelly is dedicating her blog this month to the education of Epilepsy. During the month of November, she is also listing things she is thankful for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/sundaysix_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/320/sundaysix_1.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly hosts "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday Six&lt;/span&gt;" which is so much fun to read. She posts 6 questions towards the end of the week and the players get to post the answers to these questions on Sunday. The trick to the game is that you have to get the answers from your kids; and with young kiddos the answers are hilarious. She also plays "&lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuff Portrait Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waste of Space Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". Kelly will write about everyday life; the challenges of having a child of special needs; funny things; serious things; family things and whatever is going on in her mind at the time. So Kelly, for this we celebrate you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So go over and say hello to &lt;a href="http://missingjtsnow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and help us celebrate: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celebrating Women’s&lt;br /&gt;November 2006&lt;br /&gt;Blog Pick of the Month&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Jennelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epilepsyalliance.org/"&gt;Her Local Support Group - The Epilepsy Alliance of Orange County &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epilepsyfoundation.org/"&gt;National Epilepsy Foundation &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epilepsyfoundation.org/epilepsyusa/2003epilepsymonth.cfm"&gt;More about November as National Epilepsy Awareness Month &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epilepsyfoundation.org/answerplace/Medical/seizures/syndromes/lennoxgastaut.cfm"&gt;More about our Daughter's diagnosis - Lennox Gastaut Syndrome &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-875141637838299283?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/875141637838299283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=875141637838299283&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/875141637838299283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/875141637838299283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/celebrating-womens-november-blog-pick.html' title='Celebrating Women&apos;s November Blog Pick of the Month'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-7256312776485959749</id><published>2006-11-14T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:18:51.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tickle Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/Tickle%20Tuesday.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Tickle%20Tuesday.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAMES FOR WHEN WE ARE OLDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sag, you're It.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide and go pee.&lt;br /&gt;3 . 20 questions shouted into your good ear.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kick the bucket&lt;br /&gt;5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.&lt;br /&gt;6 Musical recliners.&lt;br /&gt;7. Si mon says something incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGNS OF MENOPAUSE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You sell your home heating system at a yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have to write post-it notes with your kids' names on them.&lt;br /&gt;3. You change your underwear after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLD IS WHEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;4 . An all-nighter means not getting up to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts to ponder:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctr Alt Delete' and start all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember...if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Most Of All, Remember !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Good Friend Is Like A Good Bra. Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable, And Always Close To Your Heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Advice for a teenager?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some advice here. My 16 year old daughter is not sure how to breakup with boyfriend. They are both 16 and they met almost exactly one year ago. Yes, I told her they were getting too serious too soon. Yes, I told her she is 16 and she should have "friends", not serious boyfriends. But, what do I know? I'm a MOM for Bob's sake. Anyway, there is someone else that is catching her interest. She has decided that I may not be that stupid after all. She is having a hard time getting rid of said boyfriend. She's done the "let's take a break" thing. Didn't work. She's done the "I never want to see you" thing. Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any great ideas as to give the guy the "heave ho"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Thelma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-7256312776485959749?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7256312776485959749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=7256312776485959749&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7256312776485959749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/7256312776485959749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/advice-for-teenager.html' title='Tickle Tuesday....and other stuff!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-2275272704523550123</id><published>2006-11-11T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:00:46.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Co-DISTRICT CHAMPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-DISTRICT CHAMPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1946.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BFND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Bobcat Fight Never Dies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys are off to the playoffs!  They ended the regular season 9-1 and ranked 9th in the State.  The game tonight was exciting.  When we all arrived at the stadium the temp was a humid 85 degrees but the game was delayed because of lightning and they finally started playing at 10:30 PM (3 hour delay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game started the temp had dropped to a windy 60 degrees (but it felt like 40).  No jackets, no blankets, no coats, no hot chocolate or coffee.  Sheri's daughter earned a place in heaven when she and her boyfriend left and brought back blankets and sweatshirts.  Thank you "J"...I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know that boys will be boys; so you know they were going to do something crazy.  The offensive line decided to shave their heads at school.  Of course, when do you think that we found this out?... at the game when they removed their helmets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1935.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1935.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Sheri's son M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1938.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1938.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a ham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here is my son G2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1939.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1939.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lookin' all tough-mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Great job Bobcats...we look forward to the playoffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Check out one of the coolest plays of the season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eygKqRMd94U"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-2275272704523550123?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2275272704523550123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=2275272704523550123&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2275272704523550123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/2275272704523550123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/co-district-champs.html' title='Co-DISTRICT CHAMPS!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-915894580801968971</id><published>2006-11-10T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:02:21.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/SPFblue.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/SPFblue.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally returning to the living…just in time for SPF! This week, Kristine wants us to think a little ‘out of the box’. We can make it as hard or as easy as we want this week. Our assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YES!&lt;br /&gt;2. NO!&lt;br /&gt;3. MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since every day revolves around these three words. This is the yes, no or maybe in our house right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1391.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1391.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The “yes” has been nice as we no longer are chauffeurs for G2. Now that he has his own wheels he actually runs some errands for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/IMGP1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course with the “yes” leaves us with a big fat “no money” in our wallets. Just wait till you get the insurance bills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2’s Senior year brings all kinds of maybes. Maybe he will go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/UT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/UT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…or maybe he will go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/SH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/SH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…or maybe he will go here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I know he would like to go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/UofM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/UofM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny. I didn't tell SuZan I was going to play. Tee Hee! So I'm going to sneak mine in. I kind of cheated. I was going to post one picture for all three. But, I know you'd be disappointed. So here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/CIMG0609.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tennis Shoes (Sneakers to you Yankees). This is a yes- I planned to go to the gym today. No-I really didn't want to go. Maybe I won't be sore tomorrow when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/CIMG0610.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes-this is my knee. No-it's not happy that I went to the gym. Maybe-I'll actually sit down, elevate, and ice it. A wee little bit swollen there. Ouch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/CIMG0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally-Yes, that's my son's number. No-I can't believe he's a Senior. Maybe-We'll win tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell us…did you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-915894580801968971?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/915894580801968971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=915894580801968971&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/915894580801968971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/915894580801968971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuff-portrait-friday_10.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1670592784002569289</id><published>2006-11-07T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:46:29.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny and Things We Need to Know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Keep this on the Fridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did You Know That?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional "pain relievers." (Yup, tried this this past weekend-works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Colgate toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 Tablespoon of horseradish in 1cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil, for instant relief for aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms.  Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly even though the product was never been advertised for this use.(Note: Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine is not the same. and contains aspirin, which can cause stomach bleeding if you have ulcers.) (Must try this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey remedy for skin blemishes. Cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight. (Going to try this tonight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listerine therapy for toenail fungus. Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy eyeglass protection. To prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear nail polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola cure for rust. Forget those expensive rust removers. Just saturate an abrasive sponge with Coca Cola and scrub the rust stain.  The phosphoric acid in the coke is what gets the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer. If menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409 .Insects drop to the ground instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart splinter remover just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The splinter sticks to the dried glue.  Hunt's tomato paste boil cure .cover the boil with Hunt's tomato paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balm for broken blisters. To disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine .a powerful antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinz vinegar to heal bruises. Soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kills fleas instantly . Dawn dish washing liquid does the trick. Add a few drops to your dog's bath and shampoo the animal thoroughly. Rinse well to avoid skin irritations. Goodbye fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day cure for dog odor. Next time your dog comes in from the rain, simply wipe down the animal with Bounce or any dryer sheet, instantly making your dog smell springtime fresh. (I wonder if it will also keep the mosquitoes away from him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate ear mites. All it takes is a few drops of Wesson corn oil in your cat's ear. Massage it in, then clean with a cotton ball. Repeat daily for 3 days. The oil soothes the cat's skin, smothers the mites, and accelerates healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaker Oats for fast pain relief. It's not for breakfast anymore! Mix 2cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the funny......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are retired, and Mrs. Fenton insists her husband go with her to Walmart, but he gets bored with all the shopping trips. He prefers to get in and get out, but Mrs. Fenton loves to browse. Here's a letter sent to the Mrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Fenton,&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may ban both of you from our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. All complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Mr. Bill Fenton has done while his spouse was shopping in Walmart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code3' in housewares..... and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;8. September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.&lt;br /&gt;11. December 3: Darted around the s tore suspiciously loudly humming the"Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;12. December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO ! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"And last, but not least ....&lt;br /&gt;15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Walmart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1670592784002569289?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1670592784002569289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1670592784002569289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1670592784002569289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1670592784002569289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-funny-and-things-we-need-to.html' title='Something Funny and Things We Need to Know!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-8258236259439754197</id><published>2006-11-06T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:40:06.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Returned! or "The Story of The Traveling Thong"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/Dallas%20Blowout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Dallas%20Blowout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have returned from the land of "big hair and shiny shoes". We had a blast! I don't have time to tell the whole story, so here are some words that relate to the weekend....you guys can make up your own story! The words/phrases are: I not know; I can't like it; there's someone laying on your front sidewalk; good morning sunshine; I think she drank like a whole suit case of beer; shit who is that in bed with me; I'd like the "Hovas"; is my hair big enough; I have sticky titties; a gay bar; my purse is vibrating but my phone is in my pocket; can I have my keys back; and my favorite-snowy bagels and snowy balls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OK-enough. Like I said, you make up the story. Whatever you put together probably will be close to what really happened. If you want, put your story in our comments! We would like to thank Mr. &amp; Mrs. Dallas K and Nik for letting us stay at their house. They are the some of the sweetest people and graciously let us camp out. Their house is fabo! Mrs. Dallas K makes some kick-ass egg tacos! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and my camera wasn't working so I didn't get pictures. SuZan did, so she'll probably post some updates later.  In the interest of man kind and all things good, I stole some. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Dallas%20Bitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The "Bitches"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Thelmla%20%26%20Louise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thelma &amp; Louise (That's really us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes aren't red &amp;amp; glossy.  I promise we only had a few Vanilla Rum w/Coke Zeros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What?  Yeah I put twice as much rum in each drink-what's the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Dallas%20Whataburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whataburger-the best hangover prevention in the world!  Word Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the rest of the story, try &lt;a href="http://adailydoseofpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rantnravinhaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://cac1128.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, make sure to check out &lt;a href="http://dallasks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kami's&lt;/a&gt; site for the return of "Titty Tuesday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-8258236259439754197?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8258236259439754197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=8258236259439754197&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8258236259439754197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/8258236259439754197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-have-returned-or-story-of-traveling.html' title='We Have Returned! or &quot;The Story of The Traveling Thong&quot;'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-1918551604664668196</id><published>2006-11-04T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:04:07.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to the Land of Big Hair &amp; Shiny Shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/Blogger%20Blowout%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Blogger%20Blowout%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/Blogger%20Blowout%202006-2-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are out of here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-1918551604664668196?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1918551604664668196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=1918551604664668196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1918551604664668196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/1918551604664668196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/road-trip-to-land-of-big-hair-shiny.html' title='Road Trip to the Land of Big Hair &amp; Shiny Shoes!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-584591157025529863</id><published>2006-11-03T04:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T04:43:09.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF'/><title type='text'>Stuff Portrait Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/SPFblue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/SPFblue.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;TGIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That means it must be time for SPF. Well, &lt;a href="http://randomandodd.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;says that she is feeling lazy…SOOO she is going to make it easy on us this week. That is good because I have been sick in bed most of the week and so my SPF is not so imaginative this week. Our assignment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The Ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;THE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/PC200414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our pets when they are sleeping look like little angels. Of course I chose Mercedes because now that she is well and fully recuperated from her surgery, is acting so sweet. So for this week, she is the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;THE BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/IMGP1890.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, I caught him. We wondered why the dog sometimes wreaks havoc around the house at night and here is my answer. The dog likes coffee! Sorry the photo is fuzzy but I had to click fast. He is drinking my coffee here and we figured out that when he drinks my precious brew, he pulls stunts like this while we sleep because HE dosen't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;THE UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/PC200399_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, I find nothing warm and fuzzy (pun intended) about Lewi, our lizard. So he gets “the ugly” vote this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tell us…did you play?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-584591157025529863?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/584591157025529863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=584591157025529863&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/584591157025529863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/584591157025529863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuff-portrait-friday.html' title='Stuff Portrait Friday!'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12601860.post-6026501567632323011</id><published>2006-11-02T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:01:25.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/1600/Turkey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2564/1538/400/Turkey.0.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell ya, I love Thanksgiving.  I love the month of November.  I love it as much as, if maybe not a little more than Christmas.  When I look back, the most enjoyable family gatherings were on Thanksgiving.  And then there is the food.  I mean, who doesn't remember waking to the smell of turkey already cooking.  Oh, and the pies.  I think I just gained 5 lbs. thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I never got to enjoy a family Thanksgiving dinner as "an adult".  I left home when I was 18 soon after graduating.  I never got to "go home" for Thanksgiving as my mother died on November 4th.  I was planning to come home.  I had my plane ticket to come home.  But, that didn't happen.  Fortunately, my husband's family has taken me in and treated me as their own.  It's amazing to see the similarities between his family, Texas born, Texas bread; and my family, Yankee born, Yankee, well, I'm not going to finish that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of all though must be making those silly hand turkeys.  I love them.  Love, love, love them.  I don't care if they are just traced and colored or more elaborate with glitter and googly eyes; I love them.  To this day, my kids still make me one.  To this day, I still hang them on my fridge until Christmas decor comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any favorite Thanksgiving memories for y'all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12601860-6026501567632323011?l=celebratingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6026501567632323011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12601860&amp;postID=6026501567632323011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6026501567632323011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12601860/posts/default/6026501567632323011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebratingwomen.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh-november.html' title='Ahhh, November'/><author><name>Sheri &amp;amp; SuZan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751707602146074025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
