<?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-15509369</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:49:08.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 me myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-117025632156240270</id><published>2007-01-31T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:12:01.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautimous</title><content type='html'>It's snowing outside!  Times like this make me appreciate my little window by my cube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-117025632156240270?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/117025632156240270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=117025632156240270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/117025632156240270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/117025632156240270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2007/01/beautimous.html' title='Beautimous'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-116640858017859042</id><published>2006-12-17T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:23:00.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crap crap crap</title><content type='html'>I tried to change up the look of my blog and in the process I have deleted all of my links.  Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co, if you still read this I need you give me your link address, I am pretty sure you have the ones I deleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-116640858017859042?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/116640858017859042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=116640858017859042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/116640858017859042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/116640858017859042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/12/crap-crap-crap.html' title='crap crap crap'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115704539731341008</id><published>2006-08-31T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:29:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I was having a 'moment'.  In that 'moment' I decided that I needed to join a different gym because curves isn't doing it for me.  So after a bad day at work, Herbie drives me to LA Fitness, an outer force makes my body go in and by the time I come to my senses I realized that I had just joined another gym and was already working out on the elliptical.  I have a little dilema in that I am now paying monthly dues on 2 different workout places.....hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of the perks of joining the gym is that you get one free workout with a trainer.  Great!  I am thinking he will show me around the place, I do a few reps on all the machines so that he can make sure I am doing them correctly and I won't pull or strain any muscles due to improper technique.  No biggie right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG, WRONG WRONG.  "Tha Killa" (my new name for him) decided we were going to work legs last night. I am still thinking this is just to get me used to the machines. Oh NO, I am SOOOO wrong.  After some pilates, wall sits, hamstring curls, calf raises, leg press and bench steps I am sweating profusely, my legs are visibly shaking, I can barely walk and I am a little dizzy. WTF.  Then he takes me over to his desk and gives me a lecture including illustrations on how to lose weight, build muscle, burn fat etc.  He also tells me that for the past 2 months that I have been working out at Curves I have done nothing good for my muscles I have only been breaking down muscle tissue.  Keep in mind that I am shaking, sweating, very thirsty and a little dizzy.  He then proceeds to give me a sales pitch on how I can benefit from signing up for personal training sessions.  In my mind I am thinking "Yea right you lunatic.  Right now I can't breath, can't walk and might pass out right here and you seriously think I want to pay you to do this to me on a regular basis?  HA, no chance". &lt;br /&gt;Then he drops the bomb.....pricing!  "Tha Killa" has definetly lost his mind.  He will give me the option to sign up for 3, 6 or 12 months, during that time I can sign up for once, twice, three or 4 times a week. (I'm still thinking "this guy is nutz")  If I choose the 6 month term it will be $59 a session and if I choose 12 month it will be $49 a session.  WHAT???? Are you kidding?  First of all, I am already paying for the gym, Second of all, WHAT??? Thats just crazy, the least amount that I could train for would cost me $200 a month.  "Tha Killa" must have drank too many protien drinks.  I basically told him thanks but no thanks and picked up my tired, tired body and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today............ I am so incredibly sore that I almost fell getting out of bed and now I can barely get up from my desk.  It is all I can muster to walk to the restroom.  WHY? WHY would anybody pay so much money to feel like this, it is not fun and I can think of many many many other things to spend $200 dollars a month on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115704539731341008?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115704539731341008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115704539731341008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115704539731341008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115704539731341008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115694412796755812</id><published>2006-08-30T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:22:07.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Do Not Enter</title><content type='html'>In reference to career choices, do you ever feel like you took a wrong turn in your life, like this isn't where you were supposed to be and definetly not supposed to end up.  What if the decisions I made that I based on what I thought was 'fate' were really just mirages that I talked myself into believing?  One day I might figure out why I am where I am, but right now I think I really screwed up.  I guess all I can do is hope that it one day makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115694412796755812?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115694412796755812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115694412796755812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115694412796755812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115694412796755812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/caution-do-not-enter.html' title='Caution: Do Not Enter'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115642468880067955</id><published>2006-08-24T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:04:48.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow's and Rain</title><content type='html'>Wow! I have had a very exciting morning.  I woke up early, did a work out tape, made coffee, watched TV, got dressed,  and drove to work.  The exciting part is that on my way to work, I see out of the corner of my eye the end of a rainbow.  As I investigate, this rainbow stretches all the way from McKinney over Plano down to Addison.  It was amazing!!  I haven't seen a rainbow in YEARS.  On top of seeing the rainbow.........its RAINING!!!  : )  I haven't seen rain in so long that I forgot what that looked like too.  I hope it rains for days.  I got wet running into my office building and I don't even care, its just so nice to have some water up here thats not out of a bottle or a faucet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of today is like my morning.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115642468880067955?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115642468880067955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115642468880067955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115642468880067955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115642468880067955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainbows-and-rain.html' title='Rainbow&apos;s and Rain'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115635774487058599</id><published>2006-08-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:29:04.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 day weekends</title><content type='html'>I love 4 day weekends.  I took off last Friday and this past Monday and Jason and I headed down to the river.  It was a lovely, lovely trip.  It is so nice to get away and relax.  I drank this weekend, I drank ALOT, I never drink but this weekend was "anything goes".  I ate, drank and was merry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Henry Ford who came up with the assembly line and the 5 day work week.  What was he thinking????  We would all be much more productive if we had a 3 day work week and a 4 day weekend.  I would actually prefer not to work at all but I was born about 50 years too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115635774487058599?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115635774487058599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115635774487058599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115635774487058599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115635774487058599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-day-weekends.html' title='4 day weekends'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115521499016054401</id><published>2006-08-10T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:03:10.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you crack me up girl!!</title><content type='html'>There are quite a few things that make me giggle (actually laugh out loud) when I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite right now is "You smell smoke on my breath? Well, I just ate a red sno cone, that must be what you smell!!!!"..........&lt;em&gt;classic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115521499016054401?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115521499016054401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115521499016054401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115521499016054401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115521499016054401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-crack-me-up-girl.html' title='you crack me up girl!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115507843344161385</id><published>2006-08-08T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:07:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muay Thai</title><content type='html'>I watched that show last night called "Fight Girls", and it stirred some very strange emotions deep inside like I need/want to learn Muay Thai.  Maybe that would be a good way for me to release all that I constantly have pent up inside.  Another interesting tidbit is that this morning I needed to stop by the post office to drop off a very important credit card payment, therefore I took a completly different route to work in order to go by the post office.  Low and behold I look to my left and there it is, all lit up......a MUAY THAI training center.  Whaddya suppose that means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115507843344161385?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115507843344161385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115507843344161385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115507843344161385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115507843344161385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/muay-thai.html' title='Muay Thai'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115469654207674780</id><published>2006-08-04T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:02:22.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it!</title><content type='html'>That's my new motto "Just do it!"  (thanks NIKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 1 month anniversary of not smoking, working out and eating better.  I feel better and I look better, my bp is going down and my stamina up.  What more could you ask for?  I know!  Why does WW say I weigh one amount and Curves say I weigh 8 lbs less??? huh  Needless to say I am going with the curves scale.....screw WW (I think they just want my money anyway and the less weight I lose the longer I have to go to the meetings and the more money they make) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bike and realized quite a few things after the first 30 min ride:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am not a kid anymore&lt;br /&gt;2.  It is a lot more work than I remember&lt;br /&gt;3.  My butt bones are sore&lt;br /&gt;4.  My hands are raw&lt;br /&gt;5.  People give strange looks to adults on bikes&lt;br /&gt;6.  I really like riding bikes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115469654207674780?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115469654207674780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115469654207674780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115469654207674780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115469654207674780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115376520114764549</id><published>2006-07-24T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:20:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna love ya!!</title><content type='html'>Co is the best!!  I had so much fun this weekend, thank you, I needed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff notes:   girl talk, coffee &amp; pj's, pedicures, food, shopping = perfect girlfriends weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I take with me from this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When making coffee, make sure the filter is free and clear!&lt;br /&gt;2.  When taking pictures hold your arm away from your body so it looks skinny.&lt;br /&gt;3.  You can save a lot of money on therapy if you have girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;4.  5 hours isn't really that far to drive.&lt;br /&gt;5.  DON'T spend $90 on department store face products because they DO break your skin out and give you a red swollen rash all over your face and neck from your hairline down to your collar bone, even though the sales lady says they are hypoallergenic.  (They will be returned promptly, and I will get my money back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115376520114764549?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115376520114764549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115376520114764549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115376520114764549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115376520114764549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-wanna-love-ya.html' title='I just wanna love ya!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115340255399081613</id><published>2006-07-20T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:35:54.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep no longer eludes me</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept good in about 3 months.  If I go to sleep soon after laying down I wake up ALL night long, or I lay down to go to sleep and just lay there for an hour or two.   I thought with all of my changes (eating better, exercising, not smoking) that I would be able to sleep.  But not so.  Yesterday I had had enough so I went to Whole Foods and got me some sleep aids.  I bought this stuff call "Sound Sleep" and I bought sublingual Melatonin.  The idea of them is that the  melatonin melts under my tongue and helps me go to sleep faster and and 'Sound Sleep' keeps me asleep.  They actually worked!!!!  Last night was the first time in a long time that I went to sleep relatively soon after laying down and I slept the entire night.  If I woke I during the night I sure don't remember.  This morning when my alarm went off it actually woke me up, I didn't hit snooze, I wasn't groggy when I got up and I don't feel groggy now!!  I feel like a different person!  Imagine how I will feel after a couple of good nights rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, today makes 2 weeks!! Go me!!!  I rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115340255399081613?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115340255399081613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115340255399081613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115340255399081613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115340255399081613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleep-no-longer-eludes-me.html' title='Sleep no longer eludes me'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115333518727211137</id><published>2006-07-19T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:53:07.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yowza</title><content type='html'>as of 1:30pm I am at -21pts..........hahahahahaha, that sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115333518727211137?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115333518727211137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115333518727211137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115333518727211137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115333518727211137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/yowza.html' title='Yowza'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-115314818591441480</id><published>2006-07-17T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:56:25.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who?</title><content type='html'>Guess who had a fabulous weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Guess who has not smoked in 12 days?&lt;br /&gt;Guess who lost 2.8 lbs on WW?&lt;br /&gt;Guess who went to the lake yesterday and now looks like a lobster?&lt;br /&gt;Guess who took off on Friday and is going to see CoCo Butta this coming weekend!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's me!!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115314818591441480?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115314818591441480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115314818591441480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115314818591441480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115314818591441480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-who.html' title='Guess who?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115281854132561469</id><published>2006-07-13T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:22:21.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>Not even a week on WW's and I am already trying to cheat.  I am drinking the water and I am working out, but the 5 fruits/veggies and 2 milk servings/day are what's tough.  I don't like milk, cheese has a high point value and I cannot make myself eat 2 yogurts a day.  As far as f&amp;v's....I like them, but it is hard to get them all in.  As for cheating, I don't really consider it cheating if I count the points but it is not the ideal WW health for life plan.  I like my Dr. Pepper and snickers (or chocolate anything for that matter, and none of the sugar free stuff, it makes my tummy hurt).  So what if I don't have enough points for dinner,  I have to have my Dr. Pepper and if I am giving up the tobacco I can't give up the chocolate too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115281854132561469?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115281854132561469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115281854132561469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115281854132561469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115281854132561469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/ww.html' title='WW'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115256656826611389</id><published>2006-07-10T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:22:48.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty nails</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be really serious this time.  This is day 5 of not smoking, I broke down and bought the gum because let's face it, all of the cold turkey tries have obviously failed.  I don't know if this is getting easier or if I am just getting used to it being hard, hmmmm?  I have a lot of pent up energy if that's what you want to call it.  I am scared of gaining the weight because they say you gain an average of 10 lbs when you quit, so I joined Weight Watchers and have been working out.  I have figured out that the only reason I am working out is that it gives me the release I need from all that I have pent up from not being able to smoke.  Oh yeah, I never paint my nails but I bought 4 new bottles of polish during one of my episodes, and have painted them a different color everyday, don't know why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115256656826611389?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115256656826611389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115256656826611389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115256656826611389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115256656826611389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/07/pretty-nails.html' title='pretty nails'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115098149697398406</id><published>2006-06-22T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:04:56.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>golf</title><content type='html'>Last night Jason and I decided to go to the driving range and hit some golf balls.  Seeing as how I played softball for 13 yrs it was very challenging for me to adapt to the 'golf' swing.  I think that I have only swung a golf club 3 times in my life.  The first was when my stepfather decided that I was going to be a golf pro because he was going to teach me how to play.  Now Larry has played golf for 30-40 yrs, he is good, and he knows what he is talking about, but he is a little psycho.  My first lesson was to go in the backyard with a "pitch wedge" (sp?) and hit golf balls on the trampoline and make them stay.  For about two hours I was out there trying to get bouncy golf balls to land and stay on a TRAMPOLINE, huh? That's a little intense for a first lesson don't you think.  Needless to stay golf didn't stick because that was my first and last lesson ever.  The second time I swung a golf club was in college when some of us went to the driving range and just goofed off.  Of course there were the traditional putt-putt games growing up, but in putt-putt you don't swing the club, you putt, and there is very little motion involved.  Third time swinging a golf club was last night and Jason is an excellent teacher.  He's is funny and patient and I think I might like golf.  He showed me how to stand, how to grip the club, the "ideal" swinging motion, how to aim and about a million other things.  He mentioned we might go play on Sunday if the weather permits and I am actually excited and looking forward to it!!  Little does he know that if this golf thing catches on I must go shopping for golf clothes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115098149697398406?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115098149697398406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115098149697398406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115098149697398406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115098149697398406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/06/golf.html' title='golf'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-115091221911465643</id><published>2006-06-21T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:50:19.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that lately I have the most random ideas and thoughts pop in my head for absolutley no reason. Nothing has triggered it and the timing is usually not ideal.  And at that moment I always think, "ooh I need to remember that so I can post it on my blog".  Well, here I am posting and the only think I can remember is that I want to post those random ideas, of which I can't remember any.  So there you go, that's why I either need to keep an actual journal and write down this stuff, or buy a laptop and satellite internet and carry it with me wherever I go.  I thought about writing it down and then posting later, but that's just silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-115091221911465643?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/115091221911465643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=115091221911465643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115091221911465643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/115091221911465643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/06/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114908023404779456</id><published>2006-05-31T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:57:14.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal.  I REALLY want to go to girls weekend, but I REALLY want my house to sell.  Thursday at 8:00 pm I will know if our house has sold.  If it does sell I have to spend my weekend packing and moving.  If it doesn't sell I am headed South for a fun filled girls weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To my lady friends that I have been calling and you haven't called me back......you know who you are and I will not name names.........please call me.  I am getting worried.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114908023404779456?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114908023404779456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114908023404779456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114908023404779456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114908023404779456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114805756645908060</id><published>2006-05-19T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:52:46.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of technology</title><content type='html'>I am having withdrawals for computer access.  Last week the company sent out our "yearly reminder" that computers and internet access were NOT to be used for personal reasons and that our time spent on the internet and the content to which we are searching is monitored and that consequences can be and are up to termination for mis-use.  WOW, talk about scaring the crap out of somebody.  Needless to say, my personal internet time at work is close to NONE.  Not to mention our home computer SUCKS so I don't use that unless absolutley necessary.  The home computer is very very sick and it takes about 5 mins to pull up a word document and at 28.5kbps I don't do much surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BARELY WAIT FOR GIRLS WEEKEND!!!  I AM SOOOOOO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114805756645908060?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114805756645908060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114805756645908060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114805756645908060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114805756645908060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/05/lack-of-technology.html' title='lack of technology'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114684975698991010</id><published>2006-05-05T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:22:37.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGS!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was writing my new name today and realized that my initials are now A.G.S. , fitting initials for an A&amp;M Alumni, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was perfect.  Thank you all for being there and for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon was paradise.  If God can make that on earth I cannot fathom what heaven will be like. We stayed at an all inclusive resort called "Couples Swept Away-Negril, Jamaica".  We will be going back, and I would suggest/recommend the place to everyone.  We relaxed, we ate at five star restaurants, snorkeled, scuba dived, para sailed, went on a catamaran cruise, went sailing, played volleyball.  The weather is beautiful, water is crystal clear, people are very very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home Wednesday night at midnight and the dogs are not in the backyard.  Find out yesterday that Meadow got ran over and died and Jason's dad was keeping Hank and Hank is fine.  (I don't want to talk about it, and if you call me or post, don't say anything about Meadow.  I had to leave work yesterday because I couldn't stop crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason calls me today and an offer was made on our house for what we are selling if for!!!  We meet the realtor at 6:00 to go over details for selling our house and start building the new house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Stephanie are getting married tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy.  I am sick.  I am tired.  I am on Cloud 9 about being married, and I am depressed, angry, and naseaus about what happened to Meadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114684975698991010?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114684975698991010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114684975698991010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114684975698991010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114684975698991010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/05/ags.html' title='AGS!!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114540293429770597</id><published>2006-04-18T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:28:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Williams - the speaker!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to a seminar:  "The Indispensable Assistant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie....I really enjoyed it and I would like to go to another seminar but I want it to be for personal life instead of work life.  Many of the topics we discussed are applicable to both business and personal relationships, depending on the situation.  I learned many new interesting strategies that I am excited to try out on Jason in order to get what I want but let him think it was his idea!  I will keep you posted and if it works I will share the 'tricks of the trade'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the speaker was this spunky little lady in her early thirties about 4'10" all muscle, with short choppy hair and stylish highlights.  Very hyper, very loud, very enthusiastic and very very entertaining.  For 6 1/2 hrs she never let up, she kept this energy for the entire seminar.  In the back of my mind I just kept thinking..."either she does drugs  or if there are no drugs involved - immediatley after each seminar she walks directly to her hotel room and collapses from exhaustion and doesn't wake up until the next day"  I have never seen anyone (not even a 5 year old) with that much energy for such an extended period of time!!  Surprisingly I was not the least bit annoyed by this behavior, I was more shocked and entertained.  I kept waiting her to start running around the room flailing her arms and yelling.  she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wow, that was a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114540293429770597?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114540293429770597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114540293429770597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114540293429770597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114540293429770597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/04/amy-williams-speaker.html' title='Amy Williams - the speaker!!!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114467422233868459</id><published>2006-04-10T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:03:42.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faith in human nature</title><content type='html'>This morning I was sitting in traffic and I look over to my right and I see this guy get out of his truck?  huh?  OH?  He either ran out of gas or his truck died, so he had to get his truck out of the middle of the road, luckily he was already in the right lane and there happend to be a driveway into CVS/bank/McD's.  Poor guy, he wasn't a very big man and he is pushing with all of his might to move this extended cab Ford F150.  The thought crosses my mind to go help but I can't get over there, due to the traffic.  Then I see another guy pull over and get out of his itty bitty Toyota Tercel and help this guy push his truck off the road.  Both men are dressed for work...pressed slacks, pressed shirts, ties, dress shoes, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very simple yet touching gesture and it made me get a little teary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story:  Texas is a great place to live, and there are good people with big hearts driving beside you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114467422233868459?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114467422233868459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114467422233868459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114467422233868459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114467422233868459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/04/faith-in-human-nature.html' title='faith in human nature'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114427058888524331</id><published>2006-04-05T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:56:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness all you girls are having birthdays at the same time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco butta - Happy Birthday from Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney - Happy Birthday TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna - Happy Birthday next Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to have another party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114427058888524331?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114427058888524331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114427058888524331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114427058888524331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114427058888524331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114415555861084154</id><published>2006-04-04T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:59:18.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>I want to give  a shout out to all my lady friends........Co, Courtney, Jessica, Ashley, Erika, Berly (and Anna you were there too, you just don't know it.  Your mark on B/CS. can't be erased!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best and I am lucky to have you in my life!!  Thanks for this weekend, I needed it more than you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114415555861084154?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114415555861084154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114415555861084154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114415555861084154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114415555861084154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114384593587296821</id><published>2006-03-31T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:58:55.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 till 5</title><content type='html'>In 5 minutes I will be off and on my way to C.S. to hang out with the GIRLS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO EXCITED that I think I just forgot about my shotty week.....yet another reason girlfriends are so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready ladies!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114384593587296821?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114384593587296821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114384593587296821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114384593587296821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114384593587296821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/03/5-till-5.html' title='5 till 5'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114322333643800726</id><published>2006-03-24T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:02:16.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!  I know it has been too long.  Started the new job last week, got a computer yesterday and am connected today.  ahhh, what a sigh of relief!!, I can check email, blog, bank account, pay bills, surf, research......it is SO nice to be online again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting married in 5 Saturdays!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is my wedding shower.&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday I am kickin it with my girls in aggieland.&lt;br /&gt;The next Saturday Jason is in a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;The next Saturday.....ummmm?  I think I get a break.&lt;br /&gt;The next Saturday .....drum roll please........MY WEDDING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then JAMAICA, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114322333643800726?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114322333643800726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114322333643800726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114322333643800726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114322333643800726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/03/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114123250567522050</id><published>2006-03-01T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:01:45.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>I worked out a couple of times last week, and this week I went Monday and yesterday so I am proud of myself and I am feeling better.  But I may have to wait a couple of days before I go back because I can barely walk today, thanks to Hank and Meadow.  Last night when I got home by backyard look like it exploded.  Apparently the mutts had gotten ahold of a chair cushion and some foam and had a field day with it.  I'm not really sure where it came from, very strange??  Our backyard is about an acre and it was covered with little pieces of blue foam and the cotton from the chair cushion.  So I get a couple of bags and set to work picking up the trash.  OH MY GOSH, I never realized how big are yard really is.  At first I was bending over picking up the pieces then my back started hurting so I started squatting to pick them up.  I must have done over a hundred squats which is a lot for someone in shape and an ungodly amount for someone like myself that is not in shape.  Today it hurts and every muscle is screaming throughout my lower back, rear, quads and hams.  Thanks dogs, I love you but sometimes I could kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114123250567522050?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114123250567522050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114123250567522050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114123250567522050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114123250567522050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114106699156385882</id><published>2006-02-27T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:03:11.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>he's a country singer???</title><content type='html'>To all of you this may come as a shock because I was certainly shocked. &lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself....&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Corbett has a country band.........&lt;a href="http://www.johncorbettband.com/"&gt;http://www.johncorbettband.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I feel about it.  Aidan/John is a city boy.  Granted on Sex and the City he did have a comfortable laid back persona, but nonetheless, he lived in New York. &lt;br /&gt;(I am not obscuring the lines between reality and hollywood, I know that Aidan was a character and John is the person, but I love Aidan and John is messing everything up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am putting Mr. Corbett on the back burner for a while and without much struggle I have given in to Mr. Matthew McConaughey, once again.  He's hot, he's from Texas, he's got that sexy drawl, yumm yumm yumm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114106699156385882?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114106699156385882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114106699156385882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114106699156385882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114106699156385882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-country-singer.html' title='he&apos;s a country singer???'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114064144893311289</id><published>2006-02-22T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:50:48.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>control</title><content type='html'>I tossed and turned last night, seems like I wake up between 1:00 - 2:30 am everynight.  Last night I couldn't go back to sleep, I was awake about 2 miserable hours.  Do you get up and do something, read, watch tv, eat something, drink some milk, who knows........nothing really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I decided that there are some things that I have control over, many and most I do not, but I can control whether or not I go workout.  I can control what I put in my body (although I have no control on what comes out).  I can control whether my house and car stay clean.  I can control whether I go home after work and veg on the couch for the rest of the day or do something else constructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control my sleep patterns.  I cannot control my shift in moods.  I cannot control layoffs.  I cannot control an employers mind and make them hire me.   I cannot make my bills disappear.  I absolutley CANNOT control my dogs when they have muddy feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note.  Yesterday I MADE myself go workout.  I am so glad I did.  I signed up on Nov 28th but have only been 9 times, however I have been cutting back on fast food and have been stressed with the wedding, the job etc.   I weighed in and got measured and I have lost 12 lbs and 6.5 inches!!  That was a relief.   Not sure I could have handled gaining.   It was just me and Toni (the lady that works there) she lended an open ear and I had a little therapy session with her.  It was nice, she just let me talk and talk and talk, no judgement, no feeling sorry for me, no sugar coating, no nothing!!  I felt a lot better after I left, and when I got home Jason decided we needed to go on a date so we went out to eat and to the movies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114064144893311289?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114064144893311289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114064144893311289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114064144893311289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114064144893311289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/control.html' title='control'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-114055507788333415</id><published>2006-02-21T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:51:17.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>everything is irritating me....the fact that I had to push the garage remote twice before it worked this morning.  the guy driving in front of me that kept pushing his brakes for no reason.  traffic.  the a/c at working coming on and off all day.  the guy next to me that sings (awful, ear bleeding singing) but he has his head phones on so he doesn't realize how bad or how loud he's singing.  sales people emailing me about stupid shit that they are too lazy to look up themselves.  my cell phone dropping calls and running out of battery after one 30 min conversation even though its fully charged.  my boss sending out mass email reminders followed by my team lead sending out the same reminder followed up with an fyi by my boss just incase we didn't get the 1st two.  stupid people that don't listen then ask a question about something that was just addressed.  the guys at work that throw the football around the office and call it their "smoke break", ummmm no, the difference is that when smokers go on smoke break, they leave and don't bother anyone else........SO go outside and throw the football and take your break, I don't like the football whizzing over my head while I am trying to work.   people bitching about policy changes and saying "well that's not how I was taught"  "that's not how we used to do it"  "well, I don't think we should do it that way".......you know what, things change, get used to it, you don't make the rules and nobody asked you how YOU think it should be done, obviously they don't care what you think, this is the way it is now and there is nothing you can do about it so shut up and do it, it's not the end of the world and if you would open your mind a little you might realize that it is actually more efficient and there are less errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114055507788333415?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114055507788333415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114055507788333415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114055507788333415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114055507788333415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114046971047946761</id><published>2006-02-20T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:08:34.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having a moment, just leave me alone and let me have it</title><content type='html'>my head feels as though it is about to explode and the splitting headache in the back of my head isn't contributing to matters.   what is going on?  I haven't felt like this in a long time.   every and all emotion are just swirling together and my mind is racing but nothing is getting accomplished.  its just a downward spiraling abyss of uncertaintity.  feels like a severe case of PMS, I wish it were that simple at least then I would know this wouldn't last long.  don't know how to fix it, can't do anything more than i'm doing, don't want to talk about it.  feel like I am shutting everyone out.  I want to be alone, but I don't.  I want to hide, I just feel so sad and want to cry, but what am I crying about?   i hate this.  i hate this stupid self pity shit.  i know i'm feeling sorry for myself, I just don't know how to make it stop. so instead i want to wallow in it and cry but i don't.  i don't cry, i push it down deep and ignore it and everything else.  that's healthy.  times like these are when I want to do drugs or pop pills or drink, but I don't, because drugs are illegal, I don't have access to pills and drinking is time consuming and results in the day after, which is never good not to mention that i have a fear of becoming an alchoholic because that runs in the family.  then i think i need a therapist but I don't want visit someone on a regular basis that requires me to spill my guts about all the things I have buried down deep, that doesn't seem exciting or helpful, seems like torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114046971047946761?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114046971047946761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114046971047946761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114046971047946761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114046971047946761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-having-moment-just-leave-me-alone.html' title='I am having a moment, just leave me alone and let me have it'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-114010495989560905</id><published>2006-02-16T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:49:19.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity is working O.T. today</title><content type='html'>Why is it that some days you feel heavy and some days you feel light?  This morning I woke up and I guess I am really tired because all day it feels like I have cinder blocks tied to my feet while walking through snow.  Weird.  With the same token, some days I feel light as a feather and bounce around everywhere I walk.   I guess its just one of the great mysteries of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-114010495989560905?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/114010495989560905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=114010495989560905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114010495989560905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/114010495989560905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/gravity-is-working-ot-today.html' title='gravity is working O.T. today'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113993687354837152</id><published>2006-02-14T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:07:53.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>Life is rather overwhelming right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I drive by churches I always read the billboard to see what inspiring messages they might have.  A couple of days ago I was driving to work and freaking out about my job, or lack there of and I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worry ends where faith begins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so true and at the same time so hard NOT to worry.  So I have been thinking about the other sayings and scriptures that I hjave to tell myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God doesn't give you more than you can handle"&lt;br /&gt;"God helps those who help themselves"&lt;br /&gt;"He has a plan for me"&lt;br /&gt;"He will provide"&lt;br /&gt;"For when you are weak, he is strong"&lt;br /&gt;the message of "footsteps in the sand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(any other words of inspiration are welcomed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113993687354837152?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113993687354837152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113993687354837152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113993687354837152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113993687354837152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113940906306914370</id><published>2006-02-08T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:31:03.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>age</title><content type='html'>I am having some difficulty coming to terms with my age.  Monday was my birthday and I turned 26.  I know that 26 is not old and when I am 36 and 46 and 56 etc I will look back and think how young I was at 26, but it is still bothering me and I don't know why.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I am closer to 30 than 20.   &lt;br /&gt;Maybe becuase my career is in limbo. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have settled down and am getting married. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I don't have kids (not that I want children anytime soon). &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have fallen in to the "norm" when I always thought I would be different.  Maybe because I work an 8 to 5 and always thought my job would have me travel. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I haven't done anything significant with the last 25 yrs and at this rate I will not do anything significant with the next 25.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I have credit card debt, and I always considered that a "grown up" thing. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because no one warns you about the difficulties you face in life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I used to keep lists of goals, lists of places I wanted to travel, lists of things I wanted to do.  I can't find those lists and I don't make them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my so called "quarter life crisis".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I used to be ambitious but not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I used to be idealistic but not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I used to have will power but not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I don't really know who I am or what I want anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113940906306914370?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113940906306914370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113940906306914370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113940906306914370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113940906306914370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/02/age.html' title='age'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113888818942464878</id><published>2006-02-02T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:49:49.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hour and 20 mins</title><content type='html'>1 hour and 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how long it took me to get to work this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutley ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the math but if anyone know the mph for going 30 miles in 1hr 20min, I'm interested to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there that much traffic at 6:20 a.m.????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ, it almost seems not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113888818942464878?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113888818942464878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113888818942464878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113888818942464878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113888818942464878'/><link 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/&gt;You are so special!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113839765383911791?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113839765383911791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113839765383911791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113839765383911791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113839765383911791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-good-weekend.html' title='Have a good weekend'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113811292772438043</id><published>2006-01-24T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:28:47.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch potato</title><content type='html'>Jason and I always watch the same TV shows:  together we watch House, Seinfield, Friends, Orange County Choppers; I watch Sex and the City (alone); and he watches The Simpsons (alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have gotten the DVR we have branched out a little and are watching new shows and I swear that I am getting addicted to TV.   Our 2 newest shows are In Justice and 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to be able to watch shows on my time rather than when they air, but I also finding myself watching more than I used to.  I justify it by saying that I skip all of the commercials so I am really not wasting time I am saving time therefore I can watch another episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still debating whether or not the DVR was a good idea.  I love it as long as I am watching TV at home, but I am getting so used to pausing and rewinding live TV and skipping through all of the commercials that when I watch TV somewhere else I get irritated.   It is so nice to rewind if you miss a part or didn't understand what they said, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found myself getting annoyed with the radio because at work I listen to yahoo launchcast where you can pause a song or skip a song and on the radio you can't do that.  So if you're listening to the radio and a bad song comes on you either have to channel surf or suffer through the song.  But yahoo gives instant gratification, skip, skip, skip, good song, skip, pause for potty break, resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113811292772438043?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113811292772438043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113811292772438043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113811292772438043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113811292772438043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/couch-potato.html' title='Couch potato'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113777591121222813</id><published>2006-01-20T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:51:51.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin</title><content type='html'>My sister just got a new job and she is training in Austin for 3 weeks.  The company has put her up in a posh hotel downtown with all expenses paid.  Therefore, I will be going to Austin this weekend to see her.  No kids, No spouses.  Just 2 gals hanging out!!!  It's gonna be SO much fun, I can't hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113777591121222813?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113777591121222813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113777591121222813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113777591121222813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113777591121222813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/austin.html' title='Austin'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113768009563066463</id><published>2006-01-19T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:14:55.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no clothes</title><content type='html'>Today I got dressed and I was thinking "I bet people at work think that I am poor". &lt;br /&gt;Why?  Becuase I wear the same thing every week.  I have 5 pairs of pants that I wear: gray slacks, brown slacks, black slacks, blue jeans and khaki pants which is my Mon-Fri.  and I wear the same tops but sometimes with different pants.  Same outfits every week just a different order.  When the weather changes it throws me for a loop because I have to find a different top to wear, oh the stress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the job, but I miss the scrubs.  When I worked at the doctors office we wore scrubs everyday.  Monday-blue, Tues-Khaki, Wed-green, Thurs-denim color, Friday-maroon.  You never, never had to worry about what you were going to wear and they could all be washed in the same load on Sunday and you had work clothes all week.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start wearing scrubs again.  Maybe that is what I am doing with my work clothes without knowing it.  I guess I have created my own uniforms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113768009563066463?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113768009563066463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113768009563066463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113768009563066463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113768009563066463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-clothes.html' title='no clothes'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113710286883081003</id><published>2006-01-12T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:54:28.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little "pick me up"</title><content type='html'>My mom is going to be at my house when I get home!!!!  I am so excited.  I love when my mom comes to visit but I am always so sad when she leaves.  She is up here for the Trade Days and is setting up her booth to sell stuff Fri, Sat, Sun.  I am off on Monday so she is going to spend the day with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, brother-in-law, 2 nieces and nephew are coming on Friday because the girls have a cheerleading competition Sat and Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a great weekend, I love my family and it is always a treat when we get to spend time together (no matter how chaotic).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113710286883081003?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113710286883081003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113710286883081003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113710286883081003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113710286883081003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-pick-me-up.html' title='a little &quot;pick me up&quot;'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113692668283643318</id><published>2006-01-10T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:58:02.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>Today at work we get an email saying the president of the company will be visiting tomorrow and thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get about 6 follow up emails asking us to "please dress at least business casual and please come to work by at least 9:00 a.m." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is funny that management is pleading with us to dress nice and show up on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113692668283643318?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113692668283643318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113692668283643318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113692668283643318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113692668283643318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113683344892359444</id><published>2006-01-09T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:04:08.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>I feel......blah. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing really seems exciting, I don't feel like doing anything and I don't feel like not doing anything.  I am not sad or mad or happy or anything I am just..........blah.  Just going through the motions.  I know I need to find something to do and to look forward to, like taking a class, a dance class or a cooking class or a pottery class or a language class, anything/something.  I have felt like this for about a week, hence the not posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113683344892359444?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113683344892359444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113683344892359444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113683344892359444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113683344892359444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2006/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113577721256595988</id><published>2005-12-28T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:40:12.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whipper snapper</title><content type='html'>My mom seems to get younger the older she gets.  I assume it is because her children are no longer children but are now grown adults, and she doesn't have to worry as much about us, which in turn allows her to have the time, money, and desire to do things that pleases her. Throughout the past couple of years (after I was out of college) mom has changed a little and she is beginning to "find herself".  One perfect example of what I am talking about is over Christmas weekend she announce that they are going to the snow.  (Mom doesn't ski but she loves to go to the mountains and see the snow, the scenery, shop, go snow-mobile riding, etc. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ask "Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;She replies nonchalant.... "Oh, I don't know.  Me and Larry and Jerry and Judy are just going to pack up our clothes and hop in the truck and drive that direction."&lt;br /&gt;We are stunned and speechless.........."huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom says "What?! We'll figure it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------Correct me if I am wrong, but older people don't normally travel like this.  This scenario sounds like my trips that I took in College, which almost gave my mother a couple of heart attacks from worrying about me.&lt;br /&gt;-------So back to mom getting younger........back in the day mom would have NEVER done this, we had plans and reservations and quasi time lines etc.  But now!! Now mom just hops in a truck and drives!!! All I can say is the roles have reversed and now I am the one worried sick because what if they drive all the way there and can't get a hotel?  What if something happens and I don't know where she is?  What if I can't get in touch with her.  What if there is a snow storm and they get trapped under an avalanche? ..........the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not MY mother I would say "Good for her, she is a grown woman and can do whatever she wants.  I hope they have fun"  But it is MY mother and the only mother I have.  I AM glad they she is doing fun stuff and doing things for herself instead of everyone else but with the same token, could you at least tell me what STATE you're going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113577721256595988?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113577721256595988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113577721256595988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113577721256595988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113577721256595988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/whipper-snapper.html' title='whipper snapper'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113527571311274336</id><published>2005-12-22T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:21:53.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday syndrome</title><content type='html'>It is very difficult for me to work today.  I have the attention span of a person with a severe case of A.D.D.  and no Aderol (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;I am worthless today.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to work but it is not happening.  Today is Jason's Birthday so the holidays get kicked off early around my house.  Tomorrow is Friday and rumor has it that the company is closing at Noon, so we get to go home early (hopefully!).  Family is coming in town tomorrow...........LET THE MERRYMENT BEGIN!!!  Then Christmas Eve, which brings presents and food and drinks, Then comes Christmas and again with the presents and food and drink, and then the day after (which is still Christmas celebrated with the paternal side of the family).  It is all just too exiciting and that's why I cannot seem to get ANYTHING done today.  Not to mention it is close to the end of the month and I have already hit qouta, therefore I have no motivation either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113527571311274336?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113527571311274336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113527571311274336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113527571311274336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113527571311274336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-syndrome.html' title='Holiday syndrome'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113518961160963017</id><published>2005-12-21T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:26:51.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY whyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Why is there always AT LEAST one person that you work with whose voice just absolutley grinds on the nerves.  It took a month and a half but the voice is here......one row over and 4 cubes down. AHHHHH.  Just STOP TALKING.  Stop talking about work, stop trying to be funny, stop talking on the phone about personal stuff stop stop stop stop stop.  I can't handle it.  So far there is only one but I am sure there are more lurking around just waiting to open their mouths and annoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113518961160963017?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113518961160963017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113518961160963017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113518961160963017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113518961160963017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-whyyyyyyy.html' title='WHY whyyyyyyy'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113500321842400424</id><published>2005-12-19T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:40:18.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost got to be a kid again</title><content type='html'>My mom came to see me this weekend and she brought my 9 year old niece-Kelsie.  We had SO much fun. &lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat all weekend AND got dessert! &lt;br /&gt;I got to make a Gingerbread House!&lt;br /&gt;We did arts and crafts!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ripley's Believe It or Not, and to the Wax Museum!&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and saw Chicken Little!&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;It was a GREAT weekend, just what the doctor ordered!  I wish every weekend could be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113500321842400424?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113500321842400424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113500321842400424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113500321842400424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113500321842400424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-almost-got-to-be-kid-again.html' title='I almost got to be a kid again'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113475087067225834</id><published>2005-12-16T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:34:30.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a kid</title><content type='html'>Kids are lucky and don't know it.   Here are my top 10 reasons I want to be a kid again.  &lt;br /&gt;1.  Kids get to play as much as they want&lt;br /&gt;2.  They don't worry about money, because someone else buys everthing for them&lt;br /&gt;3.  They don't care what time it is, someone else cares for them&lt;br /&gt;4.  They don't pay bills or shop,  a/c, water, food clothes etc are just there already&lt;br /&gt;5.  They have imaginary friends, and are not considered psychotic&lt;br /&gt;6.  They get to take naps&lt;br /&gt;7.  They don't have to cook, food just magically appears for them whenever they are hungry&lt;br /&gt;8.  They don't have to clean and don't care if things are clean&lt;br /&gt;9.  They don't have to work, they go to school but it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Kids get to cry whenever they want as many times a day that they want to for no specific reason and no one thinks twice about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113475087067225834?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113475087067225834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113475087067225834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113475087067225834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113475087067225834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-to-be-kid.html' title='I want to be a kid'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113459144663901593</id><published>2005-12-14T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:17:26.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the hunger</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get tired of eating.  Don't get me wrong, I love food.  But sometimes I just wish I could keep that full feeling.  I don't want my stomache to growl or cramp because it is hungry.  Sometimes I am too busy, too tired and/or too lazy and it is annoying to have to stop what I am doing to go get food or make food.  Why can't we just not be hungry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113459144663901593?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113459144663901593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113459144663901593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113459144663901593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113459144663901593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-hunger.html' title='oh the hunger'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113448196632493040</id><published>2005-12-13T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:52:46.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>I never thought of myself as a coffee drinker until I started working full time.  In high school and college I would drink coffee occasionally but it was mainly to serve a purpose:  I needed to stay awake to either study, or keep me awake to take the test that I stayed up studying for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  I like coffee and I enjoy my morning cup, but I only drink coffee at work.  I don't make it at home and I don't drink it on the weekends.  It's a Monday thru Friday thing.  Capital One had the BEST coffee, I would even drink 2 cups sometimes.  I miss that coffee.  XO's coffee SUCKS, it tastes like burnt coffee syrup.  It is nasty and nobody drinks it.  1 out of 3 people have their own coffee pots sitting on their desk so they can have a good cup of coffee.  One girl lets me have some of hers but I have to leave a quarter.  So I have been bringing instant coffee, you know the kind that comes in a little tin "General Foods International - French Vanilla Cafe' - sugar free" is what I have been drinking lately.  It's pretty good but deep down I know it is not REAL coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113448196632493040?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113448196632493040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113448196632493040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113448196632493040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113448196632493040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113422767316397081</id><published>2005-12-10T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:14:33.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a shotty beginning to a precious Saturday</title><content type='html'>Jason works today, that's cool I can handle that.  I have things I need to do.  I have a hair appt at 1:00 and then I am getting my nails done and having dinner with his mom this evening.  BUT I had to come in to work this morning to make up time from Wednesday when they closed down the office.  So my alarm goes off at 6:00 ON A SATURDAY.  I hit snooze until 7:30, get up, take care of the dogs, get dressed and hit the road.  I drive 45 minutes to work and get here and the system is shut down for upgrades.  WTF I could still be in bed now, but NO I AM AT WORK, ON SATURDAY, AND CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE THE F***ING COMPUTER SYSTEM IS UPGRADING.  &lt;br /&gt;Did they send out an email notifying us of this.......NO. &lt;br /&gt;Did my manager mention this to me yesterday when I told her I was coming in today..........NO. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113422767316397081?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113422767316397081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113422767316397081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113422767316397081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113422767316397081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/shotty-beginning-to-precious-saturday.html' title='a shotty beginning to a precious Saturday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113409387058492342</id><published>2005-12-08T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:04:30.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mans best friend</title><content type='html'>I dearly love my dogs, Hank and Meadow.  Meadow is a liver/white Brittney Spaniel and Hank is black/white English Pointer.  They have the cutest personalities and they bring great joy to my life.  Having Hank and Meadow is like having a good mood waiting on me at home.  They are always happy and they are ecstatic to see me.  It doesn't matter that I have been gone all day and left them outside, they are happy when I come home.  They actually show off!  Usually when I come home they are laying down by the fence.  When they see me pulling in the driveway they stand up and their tails start wagging and just as I get close to the garage they can't handle the suspense any longer so they run as fast as they can and bark and wag and bark and then check back to make sure I am there and watching.  Once I get into the garage and into the house they are waiting at sliding glass door with their entire bodies trembling with anticipation.   I then let them in the house where they JUMP and LICK and WAG and BARK and RUN in circles, it is a very exciting time of the day, everyday.  It takes them a few minutes to settle down and when they do, they become the sweetest dogs.  When I get up they get up,  when I leave a room they follow.  At night when I turn off the kitchen light they know it is time for bed and race to the bedroom.  When my alarm goes off in the morning, they get up and yawn and stretch and groan and wag their tails and wait for me to take them outside.  And the process begins all over again.  Dogs are great.  They are loyal and loving and they never get mad at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113409387058492342?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113409387058492342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113409387058492342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113409387058492342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113409387058492342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/mans-best-friend.html' title='mans best friend'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113405141024027924</id><published>2005-12-08T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:16:50.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cold</title><content type='html'>It is COLD.  How cold? Try 15 degrees cold.  A cold front came in yesterday afternoon that brought sleet and some snow flurries.   Since I usually leave my houst at 6:15 and I knew the roads were going to be bad at that time, I just thought that I would sleep in and go to work a little late so maybe the roads wouldn't be so bad after the sun came out.  Well that plan worked, a little.  I woke up at 7:00 instead of 5:30 so I technically got to "sleep in" but not really.   My worried mother and 2 dogs later I am awake.  I decide to call the "inclement weather line" at work and guess what???  The office is closed until 12:00 and they may not open today at all.  So much for beauty sleep.  I got back in bed and tried to go back to sleep but to no avail.  My body knows that I should be working right now, not sleeping, so I figured typing on the computer was the closet thing to work.  Therefore, me and my body have compromised:  I will type a while then I will go lay on the couch and surf the channels and not feel guilty.  Then later today maybe just maybe I will actually go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113405141024027924?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113405141024027924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113405141024027924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113405141024027924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113405141024027924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-cold.html' title='I&apos;m cold'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113380192895898064</id><published>2005-12-05T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:58:48.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>I think I may have a slight case of OCD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you already know I have a thing for lip products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I also have a lotion complex......I have hand lotion on my desk, in my desk, in my purse, in my car, on the sinks in the bathroom and in the living room.  The funny thing is, my hands are still always dry (especially now that it is cold).  So either I don't use it or I use it too much which has caused my skin to lack the ability to retain moisture on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a drink complex......I enjoy many different types of drinks.  At work I have Hazelnut creamer, french vanilla cafe, instant tea with lemon,  6 different varieties of green tea, I bring sodas and have coffee at my disposal.  At home I always have the regulars i.e. cold water, cold beer, milk and tea.   But then I usually have 2-4 different types of cokes (always diet, right now we have diet Mountain dew, diet vanilla coke, coca cola ZERO), cool-aid, and I have about 7 different types of those little flavor packets that you put into a bottle of water and shake up (2 diff brands of lemonaid, peach tea, rasberry, orange/strawberry/kiwi, orange).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only write in black ink in my checkbook.  (I didn't know that this was weird until Jason called me out on it one night at dinner.  I had paid with my debit card and signed the receipt with blue pen.  I then went to write it in my register but stopped because it was blue and not black.  I did not realize that I did this, but I will not write in any other color but black.  He got a kick out of that and now makes fun of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I have many other OCD quirks but I can't think of them right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113380192895898064?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113380192895898064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113380192895898064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113380192895898064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113380192895898064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113344399759818908</id><published>2005-12-01T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:45:40.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friends</title><content type='html'>I believe that after mom's and sisters, girl friends are one of the most important factors in the sanity of most women.  I am lucky to have many girl friends that I almost depend on.  Unfortunately all of you live hours away from me (or I live hours away from you, however you want to view it).   Thank God for phones and internet otherwise I would be crazy.  Maybe we don't talk everyday but I know you are always on the other end of the line if I need you and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to announce that Anna is moving to Kansas.  She is the one friend up here that I actually get to see.  We do the normal girl stuff - get together  and eat, drink, bitch, talk, watch chick flicks, watch girly TV---you know, all the things that you can only do with a girl because a guy just doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad.  I don't even see her everyday.  I might not see her but every other week however,  I knew she was there and that is comforting.  Now she won't be there and that is not comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113344399759818908?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113344399759818908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113344399759818908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113344399759818908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113344399759818908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/12/girl-friends.html' title='Girl Friends'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113335997704919737</id><published>2005-11-30T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:12:57.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan</title><content type='html'>John Corbett aka Aidan Shaw is the sexiest actor alive!! I don't have the words or the ability to describe how serious I am about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BIG.......REALLY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113335997704919737?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113335997704919737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113335997704919737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113335997704919737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113335997704919737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/11/aidan.html' title='Aidan'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113328352634234582</id><published>2005-11-29T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:58:46.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>elevators</title><content type='html'>I don't understand what it is about elevators that creates a tense uncomfortable silence.  Before entering the elevator people are talking and laughing, but as soon as the doors shut no one says a word.  As soon as the doors open, the talking and laughing begin again.  It is so weird and it never ceases to amaze me.  It doesn't matter if it is one floor or fifty floors, it is just weird.  It always seems like a sigh of relief once those doors part and you see the outside world again.  Weird.  I don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113328352634234582?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113328352634234582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113328352634234582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113328352634234582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113328352634234582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/11/elevators.html' title='elevators'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113224042912144525</id><published>2005-11-17T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:13:49.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well HELLOooooooo</title><content type='html'>I know all of you think that I have fallen off the face of the earth, but you are mistaken!!!  I am back.  I am settling in at the new job and have added all of my links to my favorites on the internet, so I am ready to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to resume blogging..................NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are going.  Getting ready to order Bridesmaid dresses.  This weekend is the first weekend Jason has been able to go home with me since we got engaged, so I am going to take him to see the Church and Museum and see what he thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is also going.  Learning lots of new stuff, trying not to get frustrated, trying to make new freinds, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH how I wish I could partake in girls weekend.   Please change it to a different weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113224042912144525?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113224042912144525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113224042912144525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113224042912144525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113224042912144525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-helloooooooo.html' title='Well HELLOooooooo'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113043721946656387</id><published>2005-10-27T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:20:19.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day with COAF, it is rather sad.  I am going to miss all my work buddies and my manager.  He is the best manager I have ever had the pleasure of working for.  He is efficient, patient and attentive.  He does not micro-manage.  He holds high expectations and goals.  He is friendly but not nosy.  He is gone the majority of the day.  He does not gossip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I will miss the freedom of a "phantom" manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I will begin my new job.  Which means, I will the the new kid in school and will have to make new friends, ughhhhhhhh.  I hate being the new kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside.....I get a 4 day weekend.   SWEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113043721946656387?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113043721946656387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113043721946656387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113043721946656387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113043721946656387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-113033659305005909</id><published>2005-10-26T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:23:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I love this man so much is that he keeps me grounded and puts things back into perspective for me.  I tend to be flighty, emotional and I get out of control sometimes and when I do that he becomes calm and patient and brings me back down to earth.   He is my backboard and I love him for that.  I equate it to a jigsaw puzzle:  The majority of the time I am a pretty picture with all the pieces intact, then all of a sudden out of nowhere my puzzle comes apart and is in a million little pieces and Jason puts them all back together to make a pretty picture again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told him I was so stressed out with all of this wedding planning that I wanted to call it off and elope.  So we talked about everthing and worked it all out and he made all of the decisions that I couldn't make and worked out the big details.  We made lists.  We came up with ideas.  We came up with solutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love him.  He is my other half, he has the qualities that I don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113033659305005909?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113033659305005909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113033659305005909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113033659305005909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113033659305005909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/jason.html' title='Jason'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-113024845043998271</id><published>2005-10-25T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:26:18.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?????????</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to sleep with my mind racing about the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;- Should I have the big wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- Should I just have parents and siblings in a small ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;- Should we elope and forget the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;- Should we just go to the courthouse?&lt;br /&gt;- Should we even get married and just stay how we are right now?&lt;br /&gt;- What kind of cakes, what kind of food, what kind of favors, what kind of gifts, what to register for, am I going to have a shower and who is hosting, which hotel to pick for out of town guests, when do we meet with the preacher, on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about getting married in the church with all the bridesmaids/groomsmen 150+ guests I start FREAKING out.  Everyone is there because of us, everone there is watching us and everyone is expecting a good show, it be fun, good food, drinks, dancing etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to sleep thinking about all of this, woke up thinking about it, and can't get it off my mind.  I am having an extended panic session that is not letting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been the girl that has always dreamed of the "perfect" wedding.  I always thought that I would just hop a plane and get married on a beach somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason doesn't think about any of this, he is a typical boy and thinks " I am getting married" and thats the extent of his thoughts about the wedding.  I am jealous of him and grooms for that matter.  They basically do what their told and just show up.  Why can't the girls just show up?  I know he doesn't stress about any of this, I am not mad at him for it, I am just jealous of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.  I don't know how to stop stressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-113024845043998271?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/113024845043998271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=113024845043998271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113024845043998271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/113024845043998271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='?????????'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112981176052641390</id><published>2005-10-20T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:36:00.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah Sucks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the grocery store to pick up some groceries for a few dinners.  I was hungry for fried okra.  Keep in mind I do not fry foods because the hot grease and potential bodily burns and house fires scare me AND I have never fried okra in my life (my mom always did it).  But last night I decided I was a grown up and could figure out how to fry some friggin okra.  So I do it, I didn't burn the house, me or the orka and it looks delicious soI make me a big plate of it plop down on the couch, turn on the TV and DAMN IT if Oprah isn't having a show about heart disease in women and how it is the number 1 cause of death in women and how we need to exercise and eat right.  DAMN IT I have a plate of FRIED OKRA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it, but it wasn't as good thanks to Oprah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112981176052641390?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112981176052641390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112981176052641390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112981176052641390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112981176052641390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/oprah-sucks.html' title='Oprah Sucks'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112965892079334877</id><published>2005-10-18T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:08:40.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tidbits</title><content type='html'>Some things that drive me NUTZ!! (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the swish of windshield wipers that are left on after it has stopped raining&lt;br /&gt;- the sound of a blinker&lt;br /&gt;- watching a blinker that someone has left on for no reason&lt;br /&gt;- people who interrupt you when you are trying to have a conversation&lt;br /&gt;- wet towels left on the bedroom floor or bed&lt;br /&gt;- BILLS&lt;br /&gt;- running out of dog food, laundry detergent, soap, toilet paper, shampoo, dishwashing liquid, etc&lt;br /&gt;- people at work who talk about non work topics for a lengthy time very loud (nevermind the rest of us trying to work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I LOVE (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hearing children laugh and giggle&lt;br /&gt;- the smell of fresh cut grass&lt;br /&gt;- nice cool spring/fall days&lt;br /&gt;- friends/family&lt;br /&gt;- holding hands&lt;br /&gt;- hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;- taking a stroll in a nice park&lt;br /&gt;- walking in the woods on crisp fall day when the leaves have shed and crunch beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;- singing&lt;br /&gt;- riding with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;- my dogs&lt;br /&gt;- dish network DVR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112965892079334877?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112965892079334877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112965892079334877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112965892079334877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112965892079334877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/tidbits.html' title='tidbits'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112932327328306397</id><published>2005-10-14T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T15:54:33.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how quickly things change</title><content type='html'>When one door closes another one opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job!!!!  Not with Capital One (please read previous post) but with another company one of my friends works at.  I emailed my resume to Chris, he emails to his manager and recruiter.......................&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday they call me&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I had an interview&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I get the job offer&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Today I put in my 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;NOW that's how it's supposed to happen!!!!  My official start date is November 1st.  The new job is a significant pay raise i.e. $4.50 more an hour!!!  So I am stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112932327328306397?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112932327328306397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112932327328306397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112932327328306397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112932327328306397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-quickly-things-change.html' title='how quickly things change'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112903402148976379</id><published>2005-10-11T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:33:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the job</title><content type='html'>I got a very upsetting email yesterday regarding the job, this is all it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This email is in reference to Requisition 503946. The requisition has been placed on indefinite hold. Should any additional information be provided you will be notified"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.   Nothing else.  How sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112903402148976379?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112903402148976379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112903402148976379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112903402148976379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112903402148976379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/job.html' title='the job'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112863272908954069</id><published>2005-10-06T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:05:29.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>third time's a charm!!</title><content type='html'>So I had my 2nd interview today!!! FINALLY!!  It went really well, I feel comfortable about getting the position I just hope I am not "jumping the gun".   He wants me to meet with his boss next week (she is the big wig over ALL HR).  I am not sure why he wants me to meet her but I guess it is a good thing, he acted like I have the job but he needs her support/approval maybe?? Who knows.   My  stomache has finally relaxed and I bet I sleep GOOOOOOOOOOOOD tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112863272908954069?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112863272908954069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112863272908954069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112863272908954069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112863272908954069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/third-times-charm.html' title='third time&apos;s a charm!!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112852537820135028</id><published>2005-10-05T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:16:18.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Bonaduce</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to get this guy off my mind.  I don't know if anyone has watched the show, but it is a reality show about Danny Bonaduce (the childhood star from Partridge Family).  He is 100% psychotic.  I feel so sorry for his wife because she seems so nice and has put up with a lot from him throughout the years.  The show seriously makes me tense when I watch it.  I cannot image being with someone who is so possesive/crazy/raging/uptight/alcoholic/steroid rage/unfaithful/etc.  I don't know why I keep watching the show because it is not enjoyable, it's awful, but I keep tuning in for some sadistic reason.  In then I randomly think about it during the day and cringe.  Will I watch it again? Probably.  Why do I do this to myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112852537820135028?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112852537820135028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112852537820135028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112852537820135028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112852537820135028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaking-bonaduce.html' title='Breaking Bonaduce'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112846228695189706</id><published>2005-10-04T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:44:46.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>supple lips</title><content type='html'>I think I may have developed a subconcious obsession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized that I may be addicted to products for lips.  I looked on my desk and I have a tube of Chapstick and and a little jar of Blistex.  I looked in my deskdrawer and I have a tube of Lipstick.  I looked in my purse and I have 2 tubes of vaseline Lip Therapy(1 is cherry and 1 is unflavored), a tube of tinted Burts Beeswax, a tube of Chapstick and Covergirl Lipgloss.  WHY DOES ONE PERSON NEED SO MANY LIP ITEMS.  It makes me laugh....who knew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112846228695189706?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112846228695189706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112846228695189706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112846228695189706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112846228695189706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/supple-lips.html' title='supple lips'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112835756765004996</id><published>2005-10-03T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:39:27.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FNA</title><content type='html'>So I went to my 2nd interview that has been rescheduled twice and guess what?  It was cancelled because the guy I'm interviewing with the ---Director of HR ---is on his way to the airport.  NO ONE LET &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; KNOW.  So here I am a big stress ball, couldn't sleep last night because I'm worrying about stumbling through this interview for a job I really want and my interview is cancelled.......AGAIN.  This is why they need to hire me, I wouldn't let crap like this happen.  Last thing I heard is that he will be back in town on Thursday so maybe we can reschedule then.  The highlight of all of this.............he will be my boss and he is gone all the time.  Gotta love that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112835756765004996?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112835756765004996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112835756765004996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112835756765004996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112835756765004996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/10/fna.html' title='FNA'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112810168972559093</id><published>2005-09-30T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:34:49.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change is good</title><content type='html'>So I changed my background becuase it was the only way I could figure out how to add the links to everyone else's blog.  I again stress the fact that this job is making me dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112810168972559093?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112810168972559093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112810168972559093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112810168972559093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112810168972559093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/change-is-good.html' title='change is good'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112809180490604516</id><published>2005-09-30T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:50:04.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb, Dumb, Dumb</title><content type='html'>I swear I get dumber everyday that I come to work.  I can feel my brain shrinking.  I am a robot working in a sweat shop.  I never have to think or challenge myself.  $40,000 on an education well spent, way to go ames.  I do however have a glimmer of hope because I have a 2nd interview on Monday for a Human Resources position.  I am not sure if it will be much better but at least I will have multiple tasks which just might bring some of my brain cells back to life and the lump 3 ft above my ass will begin to start firing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112809180490604516?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112809180490604516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112809180490604516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112809180490604516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112809180490604516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/dumb-dumb-dumb.html' title='Dumb, Dumb, Dumb'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112652806562758515</id><published>2005-09-12T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T07:27:45.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun filled family weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend we went down to the River to float. Me and mine rode with his parents, my parents met us there. We stayed with his uncle. His sister, brother-in-law and the brother-in-laws parents also came. Very strange combo for floating the river. It was nice to be down there though, and much more relaxing than I would have imagined with the given group of people. Many many many different personalities!!! Nothing too exciting or embarrassing happened that would make it one of those memorable weekends that you laugh about for a long time.  But we had a good time none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112652806562758515?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112652806562758515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112652806562758515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112652806562758515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112652806562758515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun-filled-family-weekend.html' title='fun filled family weekend'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112621927387339019</id><published>2005-09-08T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:41:13.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my dawgs</title><content type='html'>so last night I am laying on the couch half asleep watching sex in the city, meanwhile my sweet little dogs, Hank and Meadow are on the other side of the couch chewing on their bones minding their own business................or so i thought.  Keep in mind I am half asleep, and I keep hearing them crunching and crunching and knawing,  then it dawns on me... I never gave them a bone.  So what are they chewing on?  A FREAKIN SHARPIE.  Does anyone know how to get black permanent marker out of the carpet? Nope? Well neither do I.  I guess I get to go rug shopping.   oh the wonderful joys of pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112621927387339019?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112621927387339019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112621927387339019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112621927387339019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112621927387339019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dawgs.html' title='my dawgs'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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-15509369.post-112609604401986677</id><published>2005-09-07T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:27:24.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VW.....drivers wanted</title><content type='html'>I don't know who all reads this that I know but GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!  I finally got a new car that I absolutley love!!!  Yes it makes it my 3rd car this year but whatever.  I am the proud new owner of a 2006 BEETLE TDI, yep I got a bug, yep its a turbo diesel and yep I get 40+ miles to the gallon. Go...me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112609604401986677?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112609604401986677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112609604401986677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112609604401986677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112609604401986677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/vwdrivers-wanted.html' title='VW.....drivers wanted'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112605043419956524</id><published>2005-09-06T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:47:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>So.....today I decided that I do not like my job.  I have come to the conclusion that I do not have enough will power to stay at the same job.  I sit at my desk everyday and do the same thing over and over, it makes me feel like a lab rat.  There are people at work that have been there for 3, 4, 5.....10 years!!! Doing the same thing day in and day out.  What the hell?  There is no way.   So I am a job hopper, somebody has to do it or it wouldn't have a category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112605043419956524?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112605043419956524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112605043419956524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112605043419956524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112605043419956524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/09/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112492234279396742</id><published>2005-08-24T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:25:42.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whaaaa, whaaaa</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy, like today.  I am feeling sorry for myself.  There isn't any particular reason, I just had a challenging day at work.  Then it starts a domino effect and it makes me feel like I am spoiled and ungrateful.  So...here goes.  My day starts off great, I am a funding machine all morning.  I mean I am reviewing and completing and everyone is answering the phone when I call and issues are taken care of, it couldn't be better.......... then I hit a wall with this one deal that is bad bad bad, i.e. fake paystub, fake SS#, fake tax ID etc.  So I have to involve a manager which involves another manager which involves curious associates and before I know it 10 people have touched this deal and no decision has been made because everyone like to get someone elses opinion and someone elses approval yada yada yada.  So this turns into a one hour ordeal.  Keep in mind there are only 8 of these one hour increments I have to work with here and I have a quota to meet and 30 pended calls to make sooooooooooo guess who wasted an hour of PRECIOUS time, worked overtime, did not make pended calls and did not get the situation resolved.  Yep, me.  So here I go feeling sorry for myself.  I have this job, a long commute, low pay, sweatshop type work, long commute home, can't get my debt paid off, need a new car but can't decide what kind to get, stressed about wedding planning....so on and so forth.  Then I get mad at myself because hellooooooo at least I have a job and at least I have a car and at least I have a house, at least I have someone I love that loves me, some people do not have these things.  then I think "Amy stop being a titty baby and suck it up, seriously, its just one bad afternoon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112492234279396742?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112492234279396742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112492234279396742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112492234279396742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112492234279396742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/08/whaaaa-whaaaa.html' title='whaaaa, whaaaa'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112480280451247669</id><published>2005-08-23T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:13:24.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what did you say?</title><content type='html'>I swear sometimes I space out at work and I have no idea how long I have just been sitting here and staring off into space.  Seriously, I have only been here 45 min and i've already snapped to attention because someone was talking to me (little did I know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112480280451247669?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112480280451247669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112480280451247669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112480280451247669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112480280451247669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-did-you-say.html' title='what did you say?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112437766849955795</id><published>2005-08-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:07:48.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go hmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't quite figured out the blog, it's still too new.  I can't decide if I should tell people about it or not.  If I don't tell, this could be like my anonymous diary that anyone can read and not know its me.  So really my friends/family could end on the site and read my postings but not know that they actually know me.  On the other hand I can tell everybody and this could be like my "see what Amy's been up to" site.  But if I tell everyone would no one call me?  They wouldn't ever have to really talk to me, they could just keep up with me online, kinda like "Real World" or "Ed TV" or "Newlyweds"  etc.   I will ponder this for a while.  My problem is that I have already told one of my friends BUT I could always get another blog that was my anonymous one...hmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112437766849955795?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112437766849955795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112437766849955795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112437766849955795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112437766849955795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmmmmmm.html' title='things that make you go hmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509369.post-112428186640362070</id><published>2005-08-17T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:31:06.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>So I have given in and decided to start my own blog.  I read my friends blogs and always want to post a comment and now I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509369-112428186640362070?l=4mmi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/feeds/112428186640362070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509369&amp;postID=112428186640362070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112428186640362070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509369/posts/default/112428186640362070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4mmi.blogspot.com/2005/08/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419562799367543466</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
