<?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-3670332400603780660</id><updated>2012-02-12T12:16:57.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Picture With A Little Music</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-455428061266833222</id><published>2011-04-13T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:15:27.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows &amp; Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just sitting here waiting on my new front and screen doors to arrive.  Plus a patio door.  Half the house has new windows, it will take some time to finish off the upstairs.  Upstairs has alot more windows then downstairs, bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day outside today, the sun is shining, it just needs to warm up a bit more to make me a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-455428061266833222?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/455428061266833222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=455428061266833222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/455428061266833222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/455428061266833222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/windows-doors.html' title='Windows &amp; Doors'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8641502773817697068</id><published>2011-04-12T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:53:22.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Today so far has been a great day.  Ayden's doctors appt. went well this morning.  It was his 2 week recheck from his surgery.  Later tonight is girls night out and I can't wait.  Dinner and a movie, awww so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8641502773817697068?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8641502773817697068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8641502773817697068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8641502773817697068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8641502773817697068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4624823739860697838</id><published>2010-10-30T16:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:48:49.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today seems to be a strange feeling day.  Kind of emotional.  No one is home for a change and that does feel wonderful to have some alone time.  As I sit here, listening to some worship music I'm finding myself not in the right place with God.  I feel like God is saying, "don't waste it child".   Maybe a pull to get down on my knee's and have a meaningful talk.  When God calls you to talk with Him don't pull away, just do as He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4624823739860697838?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4624823739860697838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4624823739860697838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4624823739860697838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4624823739860697838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-day.html' title='Strange Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2825534165681997279</id><published>2010-10-28T16:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:04:14.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Rules For A Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Today I Will Not Strike Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If someone is rude, if some is impatient, if some is unkind, I will not respond in a like manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2.  Today I Will Ask God To Bless My 'Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I come across someone who treats me harshly or unfairly, I will quietly ask God to bless             that individual.  I understand "enemy" could be a family member, neighbor, co-worker or stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Today I Will Be Careful About What I Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will carefully choose and guard my words being certain that I do not spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Today I Will Go The Extra Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will find ways to help share the burden of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Today I Will Forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will forgive any hurts or injuries that come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Today I Will Do Something Kind For Someone (But I Will Do It In Secret...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Today I Will Treat Others The Way I Wish To Be Treated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will practice the golden rule.  "Do Unto others as I would have them do unto me" - with EVERYONE I encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Today I Will Raise The Spirits Of Someone Who Is Discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My smile, my words, my expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  Today I Will Nurture My Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will eat less.  I will eat only healthy foods.  I will thank God for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Today I Will Grow Spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I will spend a little more time in prayer today.  I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational; I will find a quiet place (at some point during this day) and listen to God's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 10:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered: 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your  mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We learn three principles about loving our neighbor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(1) lack of love is often easy to justify, even though it is never right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(2) our neighbor is anyone of any race, creed, or social background who is in need; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(3) love means acting to meet the person's needs.  Wherever you live, there are needy people close by.  there is no good reason for refusing to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, today is a gift from God so treat it preciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2825534165681997279?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2825534165681997279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2825534165681997279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2825534165681997279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2825534165681997279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-rules-for-blessed-day.html' title='10 Rules For A Blessed Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-315708766238698982</id><published>2010-10-25T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:36:03.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit emotional today.  Battling with envy that I wish I didn't have.  From time to time I envy what other people have and I know God hates envy.  I guess it just comes back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I look around my house.  Yes house, not home because it just doesn't feel like one.  Inside or outside and that's where the envy comes from.  I want normal, but what is normal???  I don't want some big mansion, some pricey car but I want what looks normal and not a run down shack and a car falling a part.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lord help me to be happy where I am in life.  You have taken care of all my needs and the envy is a slap in your face and that is not how I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-315708766238698982?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/315708766238698982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=315708766238698982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/315708766238698982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/315708766238698982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/10/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7860985743239496118</id><published>2010-08-26T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:53:09.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week to Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a week of relaxing at the apt. well kind of. Been cleaning and canning.  The wedding is done, the birthday party  is done and I now I'm trying to find things to do.  Really I shouldn't worry about having nothing to do since next week I'll be at home all week and there is lots to do there.  Next week is Ayden's 1 year check up and a bucket load of shots.  Poor guy is coming down with a cold and this morning is all he wants to do is lay around, no playing for him.  Now that is sick...lol he don't even want to play in his ball pit.  Still not sure how we are going to get there since my car died last week and there will be no fixing it.  It's to old and will cost to much for what it is worth.  Hey Deana, I found a website to go check out.  It's called, "A Wise Woman Builds Her Home".  The link is on my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7860985743239496118?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7860985743239496118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7860985743239496118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7860985743239496118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7860985743239496118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-to-relax.html' title='A Week to Relax'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2818928303583109193</id><published>2010-08-01T22:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:40:04.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It has probably been a good year since I have even seen my blog.  But today Deana got me thinking about writing down my thoughts about my daughter Nicole's wedding.  She is getting married in 2 weeks and I found that it takes so much more energy then I ever dreamed.  So in the next few days, when I have a few minutes to spare, I will start writing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2818928303583109193?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2818928303583109193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2818928303583109193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2818928303583109193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2818928303583109193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4786561111767821270</id><published>2009-06-02T23:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:50:03.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If someone told me a year ago that I would be planning yet another party again I would tell them no way, not happening. But a year after having D's graduation party, I'm now planning a baby shower. I hate planning parties to start with so I'm feeling a bit stressed about it. I'm kind of doing this party with J's mom but really its all me. She gave me a few bucks, paid for the church hall and left the rest up to me. I have people making food and when I needed some things made from her side is all I got was one making pudding and her making some jello. Hello, I need more then that. Slowly I'm picking up things like table coverings, gifts to hand out, decoration to put on the tables and gift table. The invites are done and have been mailed out. What a trip those were to make. Hours and hours it took to get them done. I don't have one with me at the apt. but when I get back home I'll take a picture of one and put it on here for all to see. I think they turned out really cute. The invites are in the shape of a diaper. I had to glue a decorative piece to a plain color piece. Then trace the diaper on to the sheet and cut them out. Fold them up. Then I had to make the slits for the over lap part of the diaper. Use a stamper to put on the date and time. Write out the info and type out the mailing addresses. Oh, we stamped the back of the envelopes with "its a shower" and I little blue duck because N is having a boy. Let me tell you, I never thought it could take so long to do 100 invites when I started them. But I like the way they look and I'm thinking of doing the thank you's in the shape of a bottle...lol but not gluing two pieces of paper together...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other then that I've just been making blankets after blankets. Some for Ayden and some for a head start on any baby shower I might go to in the future....lol I'm sure there will be enough in the future now that the kids and cousins and friends kids are all growing up. I figured I'd do them while my fingers can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after almost a year of no work C is back doing the same job for the same company that he quit after getting out of the hospital. I have yet to see him in the last 2 1/2 weeks since he doesn't bother to come home on the weekends. He is spending it with someone I'd rather not say since I don't have to many nice words for her or about her. He just says they are friends. What ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D still doesn't have a job but he hasn't really been looking to hard. It makes it hard with no driver licenses and that is our fault for not getting it done. Sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is 30 weeks PG and for the most part she is doing fine. Now time is starting to go alittle on the slow side. At the beginning it was flying right by. Now I'm like hurry up and lets get this blast off going, but he still needs to bake on low heat for 10 more weeks...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Dee, I hope your happy to see that I have blogged something...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4786561111767821270?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4786561111767821270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4786561111767821270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4786561111767821270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4786561111767821270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7013102329807741715</id><published>2009-01-31T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:10:20.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Party/Movie Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today my family, Dan &amp;amp; Megan and Jon are going to watch some movies and have snacks like we would have done tomorrow for the superbowl. Hubby and the boys are going back to the apt. tomorrow and will watch the superbowl there. I'm staying home for a few days to go with Nicole to her doctors appt. on Monday. The food is cooking and are just waiting for the guest to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dealing with a bit of a cold/sinus, hope it leaves soon. Hope your cold is better Deana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7013102329807741715?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7013102329807741715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7013102329807741715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7013102329807741715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7013102329807741715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-partymovie-day.html' title='Superbowl Party/Movie Day!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3922145085719445225</id><published>2009-01-26T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:06:04.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Do Have a Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been awhile since I have felt like even blogging, but here I am finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life doesn't change very much to blog about.  Just doing the normally day to day things.  Nothing fun there to blog about.  Still going back and forth from apt to home, so that's another boring subject.  Still have kids fighting in my house, don't even want to go there...lol  I still have pain and trying different meds, so can't say yet where that is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing new I can blog about is, I'm going to be a Grandma in Aug.  This is my first grand child. The one thing I look forward to is at Christmas time this year.  I want a picture of my mom, me, Nicole and the baby together.  4 generations.  Hope it turns out  nice because I'd like a big picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm already sick and tired of this winter.  We have had more snow then usual, its been a bit cold.  I do believe it can start melting at any time now but I know there is so much more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be going to FL this year, pain or no pain but Aunty for sure is not coming home this year.  She broke 2 toes just before Christmas and had to have surgery on them.  She is at a rehab place building her muscles up since she can't walk on her foot.  She still wants me to come down and help out with some things.  I do want to go visit my friends in Deltona so I'm not sure how long of a trip this will be, maybe 3 weeks.  I will have to plan this trip around a baby shower and a the birth of the baby...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3922145085719445225?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3922145085719445225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3922145085719445225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3922145085719445225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3922145085719445225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-do-have-blog.html' title='I Really Do Have a Blog!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4028447775216658246</id><published>2008-12-29T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:12:18.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year has gone by fast as I look back upon it.  I have spent most of the year in pain and hoping next year will be alot less of it.  Christmas was nice, but it just didn't feel right, it didn't feel like the normal Christmas.  I have heard alot of people say the same thing this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I just haven't been feeling good, more just depressed I think.  I have so much on my mind and things are getting all mixed up in my head, so depression is where I ended up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope everyone has a Happy New Year and safe travels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4028447775216658246?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4028447775216658246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4028447775216658246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4028447775216658246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4028447775216658246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2676362897659581497</id><published>2008-12-10T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:27:10.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJWKz8VMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g6zy5MxoVvg/s1600-h/S4020410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229039742211266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJWKz8VMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g6zy5MxoVvg/s400/S4020410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my very lame Christmas Tree at the Apt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229033344195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJVy-iWhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_4z5cYqg5qA/s400/S4020409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the saw is blurry, but its neat looking&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJVpA_1aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/A0wgi0rRGdU/s1600-h/S4020407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229030670161314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJVpA_1aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/A0wgi0rRGdU/s400/S4020407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the snowman tin looks like from the outside before I put the ornaments in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJVLqsjkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BCYfaqP0_vk/s1600-h/S4020412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229022791994946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJVLqsjkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BCYfaqP0_vk/s400/S4020412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top view of the snowman tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJU7VGn-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9_fCldzT0qQ/s1600-h/S4020411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278229018406461410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJU7VGn-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9_fCldzT0qQ/s400/S4020411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side view of snowman tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2676362897659581497?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2676362897659581497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2676362897659581497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2676362897659581497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2676362897659581497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/decorations.html' title='Decorations'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/SUAJWKz8VMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g6zy5MxoVvg/s72-c/S4020410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5636376059950321992</id><published>2008-12-10T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:12:24.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally started some Christmas shopping last night.  I'm not really into it this year for some reason.  Just might be from me not feeling that great.  But at least it is a start.  I know I'm running out of time and have no idea what to get for my exchange gifts yet or for the parents.  I guess I'll have to call them and see if they can give me some idea's...lol  If not, its gift cards for all..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5636376059950321992?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5636376059950321992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5636376059950321992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5636376059950321992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5636376059950321992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8873381038087205722</id><published>2008-12-08T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:42:43.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Long and Very Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a very long and stressful weekend and I'm very glad it is over with. It was a very sad time at the funeral home today. When isn't it a sad time, but when one is only 20 years old when one dies makes it a bit sadder. It was hard watching my cousin as he sat in his wheel chair watching his daughter that laid in the casket. Watching a boyfriend with tears as all his dreams were gone. The girl he was going to marry next year can no longer be his. A mother, a brother, a sister hold each other was they wiped the tear from each others face. The girl I seen in the casket wasn't a girl that I remembered, she didn't even look like the same person. All thought the accident didn't injury her face, she still didn't look like herself. Maybe it was the wig they put on her because of her having no hair from the brain surgery, maybe it was that she didn't have her glasses on. But what I believe is that she was no longer here on earth the day of the accident. She wasn't alive at the screen of the accident. Fractured her skill in 2 places, 2 very big brain injuries with no activity from the time of the accident. The machines were the only thing keeping her body alive and that finally said it had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8873381038087205722?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8873381038087205722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8873381038087205722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8873381038087205722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8873381038087205722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-long-and-very-sad.html' title='Very Long and Very Sad'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7582940627954554291</id><published>2008-12-07T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:44:00.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today my hubby and I are going to the funeral home for my cousin that died. Such a sad day and a waste of a 20 year old young lady that never got a chance in life to grow up, get married, have kids and grandkids. I just know that her grandma (my aunt) and her great grandpa (my grandpa) are now watching over her in heaven. After the funeral home my hubby and I will head back down to the apt. I will not be able to make it to the funeral tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week I hope to at least start on my Christmas shopping. I have not bought one little thing which is rare for me. I'm usually almost done by this time. I think it is just because my joints hurt so much and I don't want to deal with people or people trying to run me over. But I told my hubby that he is going to help me this year with all the shopping...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7582940627954554291?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7582940627954554291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7582940627954554291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7582940627954554291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7582940627954554291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/funeral-home.html' title='Funeral Home'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4739959436791392892</id><published>2008-12-05T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:44:30.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Saturday my cousin's daughter Jenny was in a head on car accident which she killed a woman driver as this driver was on her way home from Christmas shopping.  Jenny had just moved into her first apt that day and we aren't sure if the bookcase she was taken was the reason for the accident. I understand it kept hitting her in the head. Sat. she had brain surgery to remove fluid on the brain and I know she had fluid around her heart and lungs. Many broken bones but could never keep her stable to address them. She flat lined many time through out the week. The doctors tested her brain and at first there was 3% brain activity but only to fine the wires were backwards, tested her again and got 0%, that was last Sunday. Through out this week things just got worse and yesterday some of her organs were shutting down. The doctor called my cousin (who has very bad MS and in a wheel chair) and his ex-wife into a room and they decided it was time to pull the plug. She died 15 minutes later. She was only 20 years old. At first I decided not to go home till the funeral, but I think maybe we will go home this weekend and go to the funeral home instead of going to the funeral. The funeral will take place 3 hours from here and it is so hard for me to sit in a car that long to start with let alone being the one driving alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4739959436791392892?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4739959436791392892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4739959436791392892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4739959436791392892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4739959436791392892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/jenny.html' title='Jenny'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2930852279563849488</id><published>2008-12-02T01:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:34:05.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its getting a bit colder out now. We have some snow on the ground here at the apt. Not nearly as much as home has. It looks pretty anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still doing about the same, I have pain in some muscles and joints but I try to do as much as I can without making me hurt worse. I've been seeing a back cracker once a week and that helps at times. That is until the stress comes from the kids driving me nuts. I don't even have to be at home for that, they just call me up to complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finished the curtains a few weeks ago and also made a few throw pillows. I want to start working on a blanket for down here. That will give me something else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a nice time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; and of course my mom had to say something about my hair, like normal. She said woman my age shouldn't be having longer hair. Hello, what does my age have to do with a thing????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So then on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, everything was going fine with my laptop and I shut it down and when I went to turn it on sat. morning, there was no wireless coming from my computer. Its gone, said something like no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; adapter installed. So I went to drivers to update it and it says it has the right update, but still no wireless. I get back to the apt hoping it was just a home problem and again, no wireless signal coming from the computer. I had to plug in the cord in order to get online. So, needless to say, it will be going in to get fixed tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2930852279563849488?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2930852279563849488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2930852279563849488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2930852279563849488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2930852279563849488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-369088657769245699</id><published>2008-10-13T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:26:53.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its really hard going back and forth between two homes. So when I say I'm home again, no one has any idea which home I'm really at. The apt. has become my HOME since I'm here 5 days out of the week. So, I'm home again....lol It was nice to get away from my stinky house. The smell from the dogs was just to much for me and from what I understand the smell was even worse before the boys started cleaning up after them the day we went home (Friday). Hello, how long do you really think it takes to potty train a puppy, sorry, not this long. If you own a puppy, then that means you watch them every minute and take them out all the time. Watch for the signs that they may have to use the bathroom. Don't just leave them in the house while you go away when they aren't trained, don't just think you can sleep in forever in the morning and think the puppy can hold it that long.  I shouldn't have to put up with this inside my house when the dogs are not mine, but my boys.  I can't seem to get anywhere with my hubby on the subject.  He likes the dogs but doesn't like what they are doing to the house, so what does he say, NOTHING.  Doesn't want to look like the bad guy all the time.  Hello, whose house is it????  The kids I guess.  So, I made sure I brought more winter clothes and a winter coat to the apt.  So I don't have to go home to the HOUSE for awhile....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-369088657769245699?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/369088657769245699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=369088657769245699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/369088657769245699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/369088657769245699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='HOME?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3726177007966718756</id><published>2008-10-04T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:09:44.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Beginning to Feel Like Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week as the cooler temps come in I see more and more leaves changing. I like fall but only if it's at least in the 70's....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. No such luck this week, its to cold for me. I live in the wrong state, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the problem...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm slowly healing from the bone marrow and bone biopsy. The doctor said it is like a bruise but on the bone. It will take about 3 or 4 weeks to heal. I went and had my back adjusted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and my back was so tight. We couldn't do all the normal things with it because of the bone. I tell you what it sure did hurt come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night. I don't go back in till next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still at the apt. only going home if I have to. The kids have taken over my house and it is gross, but I'm not going home on the weekends to spend my time cleaning it. Just not happening, their all to old for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3726177007966718756?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3726177007966718756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3726177007966718756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3726177007966718756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3726177007966718756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-beginning-to-feel-like-fall.html' title='Its Beginning to Feel Like Fall'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2239239829157420233</id><published>2008-09-20T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:30:53.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty sore today. The trip back down to the apt. wasn't all that comfy. Once I got down here I had to drive to Rite Ad and get a prescription filled. I drove myself and that wasn't comfy either. Glad I'm not driving to Ohio tomorrow, I could never do it. So, after my DH took off the bandage this morning, I kind of got a look at my back. It's about a 1/8 to 1/4 inch cut. Looked kind of gross...lol Needs some cleaning up, but I need to keep the bandage on for a few more days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2239239829157420233?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2239239829157420233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2239239829157420233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2239239829157420233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2239239829157420233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-sore.html' title='Very Sore'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5265694343377302244</id><published>2008-09-20T09:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:26:01.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bone Marrow Biopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my bone marrow and bone biopsy done yesterday. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had the MRI done Thursday night, what a trip the poor guy had trying to get a needle in the vein for the dye..lol, the 3rd time a lady came out and got it in on the first try...lol. So then yesterday morning I had to be to the lab at 7:30 for blood work and then the biopsy was done at 8:00. Plus after that I had an appt at the pain management office....lol So, I did what I was suppose to do yesterday which was nothing and so nothing is what I did. I have to take the bandage off today for the first time and put a smaller one on, I'm curious on what it looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, we are leaving to go back down to the apt. today, but not till closer to evening. I'm still going to the food and wine tasting thing Sunday afternoon in Ohio. I don't have to drive thank goodness. I can just lay in the back if I have to. So that's it for me for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5265694343377302244?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5265694343377302244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5265694343377302244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5265694343377302244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5265694343377302244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/09/bone-marrow-biopsy.html' title='Bone Marrow Biopsy'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4190079936769983067</id><published>2008-09-17T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:20:19.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I guess it has been awhile since I even got onto my blog. It looks alittle different since the last time I dropped by. I'm sure there will be a few people that might just pass out when they see I have written something...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to come on here and try to put what I'm feeling into words. So much has gone on in the last 6 months or so that I almost don't know where to begin. And things are still changing from day to day. One of these days I will start writing a draft of the time line for all my medical changes...lol I can already here Miss Dee saying, "Ya right"...lol But if you come on and read this, please say an extra prayer for me for Friday morning. I have to have a bone marrow biopsy done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4190079936769983067?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4190079936769983067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4190079936769983067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4190079936769983067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4190079936769983067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5235047684281981977</id><published>2008-07-23T15:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:05:36.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, today is the day that I finally blog something, even if all I say is nothing much....lol. I'm feeling better then I did for the last few months. I have my good days and I have bad days. Sometimes its good weeks and bad weeks. Last week was a good week and now this week I'm paying for what I did last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week was N's vacation and she came down to hubby's apt. On Monday she ended up having to take her car in to get new back brakes so we didn't do anything. Boy that cost a bunch. Tues, we went to Binder Zoo in Battle Creek, Mi. That was pretty cool. It was a lot of walking. Then we decided Tues night that we would get up in the morning and head to Chicago. Chicago is only 2 1/2 hours from here. Oh my word, more walking and walking. I was in some really expensive stores and some that I could even buy something at....lolol. But early evening we finally got on the river boat and road through Chicago after dark. The buildings are beautiful after dark. We didn't get home till 3am. Thurs, we drove to South Haven, Mi and went to the beach. More or less a lazy day. Friday morning we had to get up and leave for home since N had to work in the afternoon. But I tell you what, I got up and the muscles in the bottom of both feet hurt like no tomorrow....lolol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, this week I'm again back at the apt. We haven't done to much, went to a few stores and that's about it. We might go for a walk later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now this one is for Dee, I finally got the sewing machine out, I even figured out how to thread the needle and now I'm all set to sew some sample fabric. But R got home and I couldn't get to it. But there is nothing much on tv tonight so maybe I will work on it some. But hey, I got that far...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week I will be home, I have 2 doctors appts. I have many questions, I think I better start writing them down so I don't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5235047684281981977?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5235047684281981977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5235047684281981977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5235047684281981977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5235047684281981977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-only-me.html' title='It&apos;s Only Me'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-1870519311363903083</id><published>2008-07-21T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:52:03.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it has been awhile since I have wrote a thing in here, but I will do that tomorrow. I just wanted anyone and everyone to know that I'm still alive and feeling a bit better each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-1870519311363903083?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1870519311363903083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=1870519311363903083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1870519311363903083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1870519311363903083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8100515257611999989</id><published>2008-05-16T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:36:09.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is In A Stand Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow it has been awhile since I have blogged anything. This one is going to be very short as it is.  I'm still having health problems and still don't have any answers.  I may not have any answers until July when I go back to the neurologist.  If and when I start feeling a bit better I will try to blog about it but right now I don't know where to start.  Just know that I could use anyone's prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8100515257611999989?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8100515257611999989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8100515257611999989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8100515257611999989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8100515257611999989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-is-in-stand-still.html' title='My Life Is In A Stand Still'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8754746380521247597</id><published>2008-04-18T08:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:32:37.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Thursday April 17th Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday had its ups and downs, alot of pain, some depressing moments with the I can't take this much more kind of thing. As the day went on I was able to just sit outside on my swing in the sun, that was more relaxing. I'm not really sure what all this upset tummy stuff is, but I'm still having problems eating. I'm not taking anything that would be bothering it. I'm just thinking that it must have to do with just the body not feeling good, maybe some stress, but its been going on for almost a week now. I get really hungry, then I smell the food or when I start eating that's when it hurts and continues to hurt for awhile after I eat. Could be sinus' too. As for going off my neurontin, it was a better day. I took one in the morning like normal and waited around for my system to start with the burning skin and it really didn't happen. Just a little here and there but nothing bad. Took only one pill in the afternoon instead of 2 and waited again for it to throw a fit, didn't happen at all. Took my pill before going to bed and this morning it kind of was saying it wanted some but I waited until 9am before I took it and now I will just have to wait to see what going to happen from here. After not taking any excedrin in 2 weeks I broke down and took some for the pain, not so much for a headache and guess what it did, it gave me a headache. A rebound headache. So, I won't be taking that again. I guess being off 2 weeks wasn't long enough. The sun is out as of right now, but it is suppose to turn into a cloudy day. At least the temps are suppose to be around 72, I can handle that. I know at the end of next week it is going to be in the high 50's and my RSD isn't going to like that one little bit, hurts more when it is colder and that is what I'm taking the neurontin for in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8754746380521247597?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8754746380521247597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8754746380521247597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8754746380521247597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8754746380521247597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-18th.html' title='How Thursday April 17th Was'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2099845559847529211</id><published>2008-04-17T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:34:56.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Apr. 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was a so so day for me.  In the mornings I have been taking one less neurontin pill and my body does not like the lower amount at all.  I had so much burning and pain on my skin.  I'd have to say it would come and go but when it was there it was awful.  It seems that a hot flash makes the skin hurt even more.  I spent alot of time reading in my lazy boy yesterday.  I did manage to do just a few household things but not alot for the joint/bone pain was just to bad.  By the time it came around to taking my afternoon pills, I was so ready because I knew I was taking a full dose.  I minus one pill in the morning and before bed.  I'm not sure how long this will all take to get off of, but I will talk this over with the neurologist on wed.  Maybe there is a better way of doing it.  Last night my sleep again was very strange.  I went to bed around 10:30, woke up at 1:10, 4:00, 5:30, 6:00, 6:30, 7:00 and got up at 7:30.  I know that still isn't a restful nights sleep at all.  I think all the joint/bone pain is what keeps waking me up.  I feel like my mattress is one hard board right now.  I hate when it is time to go to bed because I know I won't sleep well at all.  It was a beautiful day yesterday, in the 70's and lots of sun, just a little to windy out for me.  Today is suppose to be about 70 and partly cloudy, but I hope to get out some in the free air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2099845559847529211?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2099845559847529211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2099845559847529211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2099845559847529211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2099845559847529211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-apr-16th.html' title='On Apr. 16th'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2250066657702924296</id><published>2008-04-16T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:32:10.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For That Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night around 9:30pm I started all of the sudden getting the numby/tingling feeling in my face and left arm again like I had 2 weeks ago.  In that time frame I was taking the drug that was making my more dizzy, light headed and upset tummy, which I didn't take at all yesterday. The drug was for the joints pain.  I did do some arm exercises while laying in bed last night, not sure if that is playing a part.  Still could just be the neurontin, I don't know.  Makes me go back to this is all a nerve problem again in the end.  I just don't know.  I also only slept for 5 1/2 hours again, I wake up from pain in the joints and bones as they crack and hurt when they move around. So my little sleepy pill just isn't giving me the whole nights worth.  I wake up and then my brain won't shut off.  So after 2 hours of trying to go back to sleep I simple got up.  I'm having more neurontin effects with the lesser amount of pills.  My skin is starting to feel like it is burning and on fire and I can only think that it is my system not liking the lesser amount, that started Sunday night but went away after taking my morning pills.  But last night it didn't go away with my night time pills and is still here this morning.  I do find that the afternoon and evenings is when I feel worse.  I'm trying so hard not to keep thinking about all this stuff.  After yesterdays family doctors appt.  My spirits were pretty high except for the tummy hurting bringing me some what down.  Thinking no, its probably all the neurontin because I haven't been having much numbness going on in the face and arms, if any it was very light and not all the time, just a now and then and not lasting long.  At least I'm still seeing the neurologist next week.  Its so hard to put all of this in the back of the mind when the feeling of the numbness, feeling the joints hurt.  How do you say to yourself, its just not there, you feel nothing, you feel normal when it reminds you every minute that it is there.  I'm tired of feeling out of breath, just breathing can be hard with just a plugged up nose.  I have to keep taking deep breaths.  Now I know my oxygen levels are fine, they were 97% when I went to the hospital and I had a cold/sinus' problems when I went in.  I've been dealing with a cold/sinus problem for over a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2250066657702924296?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2250066657702924296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2250066657702924296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2250066657702924296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2250066657702924296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much-for-that-idea.html' title='So Much For That Idea'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6131981905296613561</id><published>2008-04-15T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:32:13.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Drs. Appt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seen my family doctor today, now I hope I haven't forgotten all she said today. She is now thinking that my problems could be from the neurontin also. She thought I looked alot better today then the last time she seen me. She still wants me to lower the dosages of my neurontin and maybe even try to go off them. Which I know that in itself will be painful, but if it makes the joints happy then I'll be happier too. If that is the problem and I can get off them and stay off them for at least a month to get it out of my system then at that time we can try to find something else that might work. She also said hormones could be a problem also, but we aren't dealing with that just yet. So, NO hormone pills for me at this time. She still wants me to see the Neurologist next week and make sure there isn't a nerve problem going on. Most of my joint pain is on the right side of my body. I've had several days of an upset tummy and we think that is from the pills she gave me 1 1/2 weeks ago, which is a drug that is in my file not to take.....lolol, my file is such a mess and the nurse has stuff all over the place so she just didn't see it. She said OPS, sorry. I haven't taken any today anyways, I cut myself off of them yesterday. So, she gave me Motrin. I will fill that prescription tomorrow. AT this time she is thinking that Fibromyalgia, MS and Lupus is NOT an issue at all. If all fails, there is another specialist that she will send me too, I just don't remember the name of that one...lol I didn't end up going off my gum today, just was to stressed out and thought this is not the time to do so, but within the next few months I plan on being off them. I have to start slowly in getting rid of them. She is also not worried about my white blood cells being so low. Both test were done by different labs and each has their own way of doing things I guess. She said I could be fighting something off right now and that to just get tested again in a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, my mom went with me today and made me go get some soup at Time Hortons, got soup, roll, a donut and med. pop. I ate the roll, drank the pop, had about 5 bits of the soup, ate some crackers and that's about all I could get down. Then we went to Walmart and Aldi's and now I'm home resting on a heating pad. Shoulders were over worked with the stick shift in my car...lol I'm so tired, I only slept about 5 hours last night. Everything is just draining me these days. I have no energy to do anything. I'm trying to get some exercise in but she don't want me to over do it right now. Little at a time and not much either.  Oh, I lost a bit more weight.  3 pounds in the last 1 1/2 and for the most part I have been eating more food too. I'm trying to eat at least something 3 times a day. Get a bit more fruit in me.  I stopped all the diet pop.  I've had caffeine free coke 3 times in the last 1 1/2 weeks.  So, not sure what is up with that.  But really in the last 2 1/2 weeks I have lost 8 pounds.  So, I'm now tipping the scale at 123.  About 8-10 pounds less then N and she isn't happy about that either....lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6131981905296613561?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6131981905296613561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6131981905296613561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6131981905296613561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6131981905296613561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/todays-drs-appt.html' title='Today&apos;s Drs. Appt.'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3604125798941611827</id><published>2008-04-14T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:39:05.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where To Begin (I Wish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish it would be warm outside all the time, with lots of sun.  My body feels better then, not like totally, but somewhat better.  It gets cold, it gets damp and then I don't feel as well.  I wish my sinus' weren't bothering me.  I'm trying so hard not to take anything for headaches or sinus' at this point.  I just keep taking my vitamins and the normal prescription which at this point I'd like to throw in the trash and start on a new drug.  Sometime I feel like I need to even drop all the vitamins, even though I wasn't taking most of them when the pain all started. I feel like a abnormal person in this world.  I'm trying so hard to keep my spirits up but that become difficult with so much pain.  My muscles are so weak that it makes doing anything hard.  I want my old life back, I want to feel normal, human again.  I want to be able to do things when ever I want and I just can't.  Each day something new hurts, something that hadn't hurt before and with more pain then that means more sitting or laying around and the weaker my muscles are getting.  But if I try to work the muscles, that gives me more pain.  I just can't win here for nothing. I'd like to just get through a day without having to think all the time about it or have to think about what could be wrong with me.  The choices I have for what could be wrong aren't good, they are all life time problems.  Could it all have started with stress, my environment?  Those are possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3604125798941611827?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3604125798941611827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3604125798941611827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3604125798941611827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3604125798941611827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-to-begin-i-wish.html' title='Where To Begin (I Wish)'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5154815345861474832</id><published>2008-04-09T13:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:00:49.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I so don't want to talk about how I feel things days.  The more you talk, the more it has to be real, yet I know it is because I'm feeling it.  I think if I could just get my white blood cells up I could feel so much better.  We just need to find out why they are so low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My niece had surgery yesterday and I missed it.  Just couldn't sit there for it.  She came out of it ok, but all through the night and today she is sick, throwing up, poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N got another job so she will be working her normal job and doing part time work at a Daycare run by the wife of someone my hubby works with.  That's going to be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C finally moved out over spring break.  So now it is just down to D at home.  Finally...lol So during the week D helps me and then hubby comes home on the weekends.  Not great when you have a wife sick with something no one knows what it is yet.  Even if we aren't in the same room at least I know he is in the house and that makes me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5154815345861474832?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5154815345861474832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5154815345861474832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5154815345861474832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5154815345861474832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-hard.html' title='This Is Hard'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2295267098411302978</id><published>2008-04-05T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:53:24.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it has been awhile since I have wrote.  So many things have changed since then.  I'm having a few medical problems and I'm just not on the computer alot.  As of right now, I just don't feel like trying to type it all out.  I just wanted to let everyone know, I'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2295267098411302978?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2295267098411302978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2295267098411302978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2295267098411302978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2295267098411302978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-1159468912258513822</id><published>2008-03-17T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:37:43.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Weather So To Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it has been awhile since I wrote anything on here. I'm still fixing my music files when I can but have been spending alot more time laying on a heating pad. My joints are in so much pain that it makes it hard to lay down, sit up or walk. I will be calling my obgyn tomorrow, see what can be done to relieve this problem some. I'm at DH's apt now and forgot the phone number so I will need N to find it for me. This is the first I have been here in 2 months. Feels kind of weird. I walk in and it was oh yeah, I need to put the snowman stuff away...lol. I really thought I'd would have been back here before now...lol The drive down here was very painful, shoulder blades mainly was the problem for the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D came with us for his spring break and has lots of Math to work on. I need him to get it done before we go back home or as much as he can get done. He has 5 days. He is running out of time for this mail in class, he needs this credit to graduate and that is in 2 months, he has 1 1/2 months to finish all of this and we have to remember there is mail in time, correcting the paper before it is mailed back on the grade. I can get the grade online but he still needs to take the final test and that has to be sent in by the high school. So I will be on his butt all week to get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-1159468912258513822?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1159468912258513822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=1159468912258513822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1159468912258513822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1159468912258513822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/03/under-weather-so-to-speak.html' title='Under The Weather So To Speak'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5815539354741078128</id><published>2008-02-27T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:39:58.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday my daughter took me out and got my hair cut. All the straw like hair is gone and it is alot shorter, but feels so much better. I think I would like a bit more off the top though, so I'll have to see about going back in. She told me I had no protein in my hair and that's where most of the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to my sisters to check out her and my nephews cell phones and then later on this evening I will order a new one online. My battery won't stay charged and it is cheaper for me to get a new phone then buy a battery. I will ended up getting a 100.00 discount since my contact is up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not happy with D, he went and did something that I told him he had to wait till he was 18. It makes me very angry and I'm not happy at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5815539354741078128?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5815539354741078128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5815539354741078128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5815539354741078128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5815539354741078128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/02/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5605575975516760835</id><published>2008-02-24T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:44:26.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I figured I better blog about something, anything or I was going to get yelled at again by Dee.  My day was a do nothing all day long.  DH calls me on his cell phone (from downstairs....lol) to tell me the movies we watched at the apt. a few months ago were on again.  So, him and I spent 10 hours watching a Janet Oke series. 5 movies.  One of them I had missed about 1/2 the movie the first time we watched them.  So, from 1pm till 11pm that's what I did.  This morning I was downloading more music, but this time it was for ME, ME, ME...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5605575975516760835?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5605575975516760835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5605575975516760835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5605575975516760835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5605575975516760835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3904129656655966126</id><published>2008-02-18T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:36:21.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Heaty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So for the last couple of years I haven't been able to find my heating pad. I washed the cover, put it back on and haven't seen it since...lol. So today while I was out getting blank cd's to burn the cds I put together for my hubby, I decided to get me a new "heaty". My back so needs it and its a nice big one so I can wrap it around my sides too....lol Matter of fact, everything we got today but 2 things were all onsale. Saved like 31.50, love that kind of savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After coming home, I finished burning the music and laid down to watch prison break and csi miami. N watched csi with me, she was here all day. I was alittle worried about her drive home since the news was talking about alot of black ice and shutting down part of the highway, but she made it home safe and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3904129656655966126?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3904129656655966126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3904129656655966126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3904129656655966126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3904129656655966126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-heaty.html' title='My New Heaty'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3895705919324664443</id><published>2008-02-17T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:36:06.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I'm writing a small entry just so Dee gets off my back....lol. I haven't been doing much but downloading music, filing them and getting them ready to burn for my DH. He has to travel 2 1/2 hours one way to go back and forth to his apt. This will give him more to listen to and make the trip go by faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been cold here and we have gotten lots and lots of snow. One day we got 17 inches here at my house. A few days later we got another 3 inches, about 3 days ago we got another 2 inches. But, today it is raining so we are losing some. I'm so over this winter and snow...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that my auntie in FL has lung cancer again. She had it like 16 years ago and last round of chemo was 15 years ago. This cancer is a different form and in a different area of her lungs. She starts chemo again on thurs. for 6 weeks. I called her and told her that I'd fly down there at any time if she needed me to. She has some really good friends that live in her park plus her pastor lives in the park too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3895705919324664443?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3895705919324664443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3895705919324664443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3895705919324664443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3895705919324664443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7528552692928507535</id><published>2008-02-02T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:21:12.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I can't believe I haven't written since Jan 26th. I guess I really haven't had much to say. I've been dealing with a cold which is feeling better with each passing day. I'm still working on my music files and that's about it...lol We have a new blanket of snow on the ground, its still freezing outside. DH is still at the apt. due home after work today, YESSSSSS over time, wonderful. So there is the story of my boring life, add a few kids in the mix, some fighting and that makes up the dough of my life....lol Oh, D and I are going to go to N's work tonight and work a few hours doing inventory. We did it last year too, only took a few hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7528552692928507535?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7528552692928507535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7528552692928507535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7528552692928507535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7528552692928507535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6474355373162718350</id><published>2008-01-26T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:27:42.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I figured I better write something on here, its been awhile, I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home all last week, no apt living for me. DH went back there on Monday but he left a gift for me before going, HIS NASTY COLD...lol. I started feeling a bit yucky on Tuesday night, but Wed. morning it said hello completely...lol I started on the airborne at the first sign and so far mine isn't as bad as his is. He just got back home last night and he still sounds yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to add all the mp3 songs I downloaded years ago that I had burned on to cds. I hadn't added any of them since getting a new hard drive for the computer. I had been in no hurry since I knew I didn't want to add them to my ipod, but now I have figured out how to tweak the properties of each song so they will go in the way I want them to. See I like to have all my songs to be in the right folders, the right artist or albums on my ipod. I can't stand to see artist names all over the place and like only one song to each one.....lol. So, there will be an artist name called like oldies and under oldies will be an album called oldies and all the misc songs will be in there....lolol I have fixed all the songs that are by an artist if there is like an whole album size so that they all go together right on the ipod...lol For the the oldies I will put the real artist name next to the song so I know who sang it.  I hope that made since...lol So that is what I have been doing with my time this week.  It is going to take me weeks to finish it all up before I can add them to the ipod.  But now at least I know what to do in the future for any songs I download off itunes....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so cold outside so staying in is on the menu. Looks like it will be about the same for next week. Ok, I'm ready for a warm up now, lets starting moving in the direction of at least 60 degrees...lolol. These temps in the single digits with the wind chill below 0 is started to get to me....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night N and I went to a tupperware party. Man, I couldn't believe how much they have gone up in price in the last 15 or so years. I could afford tupperware then, but now, its cheaper to buy like gladware...lol I did manage to get a mixer/shaker for the apt. and a replacement for the top of the one I have here. I walked away spending 13.00 and that was almost the cheapest thing..lol. Pretty much everything else was closer to $25-30.00 on up.  DH hasn't worked a full 40 hour week since the week before Christmas and has had one week in there of no work at all.  So money is very tight.  This has been the first time in over a year that I have had to deal with unemployment.  Sure hope work starts to pick up and soon.  He gets paid for days he works, no holiday pay because he is in construction/laborer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6474355373162718350?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6474355373162718350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6474355373162718350&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6474355373162718350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6474355373162718350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-music.html' title='Music Music'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3376779206831984663</id><published>2008-01-18T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:39:45.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ole, Same Ole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, who feels liking blog the same stuff all the time. I travel between home and DH's apt. that's about all that goes on in my life. Add a child still in high school, mix in a older child still living at home, deal with a daughter that has her own apt but still calls all the time. There is what my life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at the apt since last night, just came down for really today. Going to mess around with my sewing machine and make sure it works right before the time runs out on being able to take it back or exchanging it. We will leave for home tomorrow morning. We asked D if he wanted to come down with us but of course he didn't since he really don't like it here. He has nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D had exams this week and only had to go in for 2 days, he was off the rest of the week and on Monday. I can't wait till he is all graduated and then I won't have to deal with school anymore. He has been my hardest child to get through school so I don't care what it cost, I just want it done and over with....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my boring blog of the same ole same ole here. I'm already getting really sick and tired of being cold, I hate winters, I hate being cold...lol Tomorrow and Sunday are going to be the coldest days thus far this winter. Highs in the teens, lows in the single digits. Be gone with yourself mister cold winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3376779206831984663?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3376779206831984663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3376779206831984663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3376779206831984663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3376779206831984663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/same-ole-same-ole.html' title='Same Ole, Same Ole'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8292529934992480771</id><published>2008-01-16T09:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:18:31.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this morning I woke up and could hardly move, my back hurt so bad. I get D up so he could study for his exam, which this morning went fine. He got right up without saying a word. DH got up and took D to school and then headed over to his parents house for coffee. So, while I was here alone I decided to add my very very limited Christmas pictures onto the computer. There were some snow pictures I wanted to copy and send to Dee and just for her I was going to add the pictures of what the apt. DH stays in looks like. So, I head off to get my big camera to add the pictures and find no memory card in the camera. I still can't find the memory cards, that's right, I have two memory cards missing. I have no idea where they are or where I might have put them. I have looked high and low. I have tons of FL pictures on one of the cards which upsets me that I can't find. So, Dee, you will have to wait a bit longer on those pictures, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's plans are to finish up some laundry and maybe someone will get N's boxes to the attic so I can finally start on the Christmas tree. DH asked this morning if I was ever going to take the tree down which I replied, "As soon as people get their crap out of the living room so I have room to take it down." Which he asked why no one took N's boxes upstairs this week. Well hello, people have to be home to do it and its only weds. He was acting like it was Friday that he came home....lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8292529934992480771?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8292529934992480771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8292529934992480771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8292529934992480771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8292529934992480771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-pain.html' title='Pain Pain'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2194251304107958508</id><published>2008-01-15T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:24:16.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so frustrated today. I call to make my DH a doctors appt. since he is in town and they tell me his account has been red flagged. Can't see the doctor till our bill is paid. I'm like, hello, I haven't gotten a bill from them in months, like maybe 5 or 6 months now. I thought the bill was paid because of not getting one from them in all this time. I even have a past due amount that I didn't know I had either. He needs to go in and get his blood pressure pills and this week is a good and bad week to do it in. Good that he is home to be able to go in, bad cause he is laid off and we are low on funds. So, I have set up an appt for Thursday which is pay day from last week. Then there will be no money for two weeks. I haven't had to deal with unemployment in like 1 1/2 years now so this is a pain in the butt timing coming off of Christmas and New Years. He doesn't get holiday pay, only for the days he works and during those 2 weeks, he worked 3 days a week is all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2194251304107958508?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2194251304107958508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2194251304107958508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2194251304107958508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2194251304107958508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5783873808026692742</id><published>2008-01-14T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:57:52.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can relate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, missy Dee got herself a vacuum today and hearing her total dusty carpets reminded me of my vacuum and the cleaning I need to do with it before I can even use the dumb thing. But I did manage to get the stairs and bathroom floors swept today. Then cleaned the kitty litter box, got the pop cans together to take back to the store. I cleaned up the mess in the bathroom that C left before he went away and all the while doing this I got pretty mad. I can't even clean my house till the boys clean up the pig pen that they have made to my downstairs. Once they get their messes cleaned up, I want to get my Christmas tree taken down. Yes, I still have my tree up, but I did get the tree down at the apt. So, that counts for something...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5783873808026692742?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5783873808026692742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5783873808026692742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5783873808026692742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5783873808026692742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can-relate.html' title='I can relate'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4225868129508673638</id><published>2008-01-13T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:25:29.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm still dealing with this weird headache, I'm wondering if it is a cluster headache or a migraine. I really don't recall having a migraine like this since I rarely ever get one. But it is behind one eye and the bones around the eye. Later it will shoot up to my forehead and then that will be it for me doing anything. The weather keeps changing on me so that never helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other headache was looking at my electric bill that I know I can not pay for the whole thing. Having low pay checks for 3 weeks in a row coming off of Christmas, plus it looks like DH will be going on unemployment next week. First time for unemployment in over a year. I had to put minutes on D's prepaid cell phone today so he doesn't lose his phone or number. I need to put some money on the electric bill, the cable, my cell phone and the home phone yet. So there goes any ideas of me getting a new cell phone for myself this week. I have needed a new one for about 8 months now, but I had to wait till my date of renewal first which was the 9th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not going to worry about all of this, we will get by some how, we always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4225868129508673638?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4225868129508673638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4225868129508673638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4225868129508673638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4225868129508673638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2778961820609844394</id><published>2008-01-12T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:30:58.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day It Turned Out To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today just feels like a day of great pain. Pain in my areas of my life whether it be physical or emotional. The physical part is the continuous of pain in my joints, the RSD or the headaches. Today I have all the pain. A cluster headache that is hurting behind my left eye, temple and cheek bone. Finally I had had enough and took a nap. So, I wake up, of course the joint pain is still there but the headache was even worse, go figure. The emotional pain is D and his school work, or I should say lack of school work. After getting a NC in one of his class for the 2nd time this school year, he was dropped from that class. There goes the credits we were trying to get done before graduation. I'm at the point where I just don't care anymore, even though I know I do. Its very depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh on top of it all, C got me a fridge for Christmas that is driving me nuts. I have never heard one make such grinding noises when it comes on, it quiets down after a minute but it is loud and driving me crazy. For those that don't know me, I hate and I repeat, I hate noises period. I was thinking about going and getting another one and see if it makes noise to, if it don't then this one can run its grinding noise right back to the store. Well, one of them will go back to the store, not keeping two...lol and of course C doesn't know what he did with the receipt so I will have to buy it first and take one back....what a pain in the butt that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, my nice thoughts of taking D to the monster trucks this weekend went right down the tubes when he told me he got dropped from his class. So, I guess I don't have to waste the gas to go to the apt this weekend after all. D only has to go in one day this week and take his exams so I thought it might be something fun to do. NOT HAPPENING NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't look like much work going on for next week, so DH will probably be home on Monday. Man, I don't know how to act having him home that many days in a row...lol, he has been doing this out of town job for over a year now. Can't believe that much time has passed already, but it has. Looks like my poor bills will pay the price for this lack of work. There wasn't much work going on this past week either, but as each day went on DH had people to go talk to about the job he is doing tomorrow, plus there was a job he did on Thursday, so that at least kept him busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2778961820609844394?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2778961820609844394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2778961820609844394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2778961820609844394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2778961820609844394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-day-it-turned-out-to-be.html' title='What A Day It Turned Out To Be'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-594212265751533830</id><published>2008-01-09T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:24:16.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I'll be heading home tomorrow afternoon after DH gets out of work. It sure will be nice to have a car again, have all my daily stuff around me...lol. I don't have alot of things here to keep myself busy, just the computer and a sewing machine that I haven't used yet. I need to buy fabric first. Plus we are talking an apt, there is only so much cleaning to do, blink your eyes and your done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say for sure if D is happy to have me coming home or is liking the freedom without me there...lol. He has asked me a few times this week.  We didn't know if DH was working all week or not since work is alittle slow right now.  Is all I know and this is for Deana, I don't mind leaving D alone now and then, like a few days here and there. I have been gone from home about 3/4 of the month of Dec and had no idea I was coming back down here so soon. The last 2 weeks of coming down here was only to try out the new mattress for the 30 days, plus I had something here that I needed to pick up once I found it....lol and yes, the key word was "FIND IT"...lol So, I don't like to leave him that long at a time...lol even tho he is almost 18, a few days here and there in a week is about all I'm comfortable with being he is still in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-594212265751533830?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/594212265751533830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=594212265751533830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/594212265751533830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/594212265751533830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-home-tomorrow.html' title='Going Home Tomorrow'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7353385665086283450</id><published>2008-01-07T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:55:24.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back at the apt. from going home for the weekend. I needed to come back and get some money I forgot and left here to pay a couple of bills. Now why on earth I forgot is beyond me. But I'll go to the bank to deposit it today and send out the bills tomorrow. I'm not really sure how you send things out here at the apt. but I'm sure I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a warm up with some rain and all the snow has melted making the outside look ugly and brown mud. The one thing that I hate in the winter is when there is no snow on the ground and is all you see is brown grass and mud. I hate winters to start with but if I have to put up with it at least give me snow to look at...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have the new stereo down here, sounds pretty good so far. I wasn't going to keep it but I asked DH if he wanted me to take it back and get better speakers for my computer to listen to my music that way or bring it down here and I still get new speakers for my stereo....lol. Well you can guessed it, he said bring it down here so he has something nice to listen to. The radio works, the cd player works, now is all I have to try is the ipod with it. I also have my sewing machine down here, so I think I'll play around with it and figure it all out before I start working on curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other then that I have nothing much to do but play on here, read a book or watch tv. This is the last week I'm coming down here for awhile, I can't keep leaving D behind. I don't leave him unless either C is home and if not, he goes to N's apt in town. So there is always someone there for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7353385665086283450?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7353385665086283450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7353385665086283450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7353385665086283450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7353385665086283450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/yuck-outside.html' title='Yuck Outside'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5437884786095370389</id><published>2008-01-04T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:29:36.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, we have a regular mattress to sleep on down here at the apt. We got the mattress last Thurs. but the box springs had to be ordered, which came in today. We were planning on leaving for home today, but we are going to stay one more night and try the bed out now that it is complete. It will be nice not feeling like you are sleeping on the floor...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start on the curtain for money is tight right now. No work, no pay and since Christmas and News Years fell in the work week there is only 3 days of pay for both weeks. So, the next time I come down here maybe I can work on it some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel like I can take more days off from home and D with school. He is going to be 18 in March and can get himself off to school and do the work with me or without me there...lol. C is there anyways so he isn't alone. He has 4 more months before he graduates and that is going feel so weird come this fall when I won't have to be buying school clothes, making sure I'm in town for him. I guess when the last child you have finishes school it is always a strange feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5437884786095370389?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5437884786095370389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5437884786095370389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5437884786095370389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5437884786095370389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/mattress.html' title='Mattress'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3622912764287775801</id><published>2008-01-01T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:22:56.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year to everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful New Years Eve and all were safe. Its hard to believe it is 2008 already. I remember thinking back to when D started high school and saying to him, "just four more years and you will be done." Well, that time has come, now is all I have to say is, "just a few more months"....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night we started getting some bad weather, under a winter storm warning. I don't know how much we got, but we sure did get alot. It is still snowing but very lightly. I see the road is starting to get cleared up. Now I'm just hoping it won't take the expressway long to clear up to since I'm going back down to DH's apt today. But the bad thing about that is, they got this snow last night too, but there is 3-5 inches coming today for down there...lol, fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night we went out to dinner with 2 of my brother inlaws and their wives. Came back and played a game and played cards till the new year came in. Had a nice time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3622912764287775801?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3622912764287775801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3622912764287775801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3622912764287775801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3622912764287775801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8996466933448608211</id><published>2007-12-29T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:51:25.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well 2007 is almost coming to a close. I hope it was a good year for all. Alot changed this year for me as my DH works out of town all week, every week for the last year. Has a company paid apt. that isn't all that decorated yet. Mainly nothing much on walls so it doesn't feel all that homy yet. But I'm working on it, slowly. Now that I have a new sewing machine for Christmas, I plan on making curtains for both bedrooms. Anything to block out the lights coming from the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what I can remember off hand on what I got for Christmas being I'm at the apt. and most of my stuff is at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sewing Machine from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carry Case with wheels for the sewing machine from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 CD's from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 DVD's 3 from parents, 1 from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iPod player for the car from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;USB Flash Drive/Data Traveler from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stereo from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 Turtle Neck Shirts 3 from parents, 3 from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boots from parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 pairs of jeans from inlaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Head Phones from niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Ear Ring and Necklace Set from DH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Sets of Purfume from C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kohl Gift Card from sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angels with Candle from D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ipod wrist carrier from D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mouse rest for mouse pad from D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini Refridge with little freezer from C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wall/Picture mounted Jewelry Case from N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A 16x20, 2 8x10, 2 5x7 of the kids from all 3 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Socks from N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nail Clipper set from N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D, DH and I came back down to the apt on Christmas Day so we really didn't get a chance to play with all our new stuff....lol. DH and I went out and got a new mattress 2 days ago and I tell you what, it is killing my back. My back hurt before the mattress and now it hurts even more. I hate buying mattresses. So, this was my thinking, I'd go back to the house with DH for New Years and then ride back here for the short work week and sleep on that back paining new mattress. WE have 30 days to try it out. I do know that it will take a week or two of using it to know if it is the right one but if I'm not here, how will I know....lol. DH slept great on it last night....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For New Years Eve DH and I are going out to dinner with his 2 brothers and their wives. Then we usually go back to one of the houses and play cards till it is time to watch the count down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So for New Years, what do most of you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8996466933448608211?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8996466933448608211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8996466933448608211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8996466933448608211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8996466933448608211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8517957466126645365</id><published>2007-12-23T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:16:34.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a long day yesterday was. Packing to come home, wrap a few gifts, clean up apt. then the 2 1/2 hour drive home. But, I'm here safe and sound. After getting home, DH, N and D went Christmas shopping for me. I was sound asleep when they got home. I need to run to the store yet, I forgot a gift for C. Bummer, don't know how I missed it...lol So, N will take me later since I left my car down at the apt. and came home in DH's truck. I figured since D and I are going back down there Christmas night, why waste the gas to bring it home. Now we will have something to ride around in while DH is working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8517957466126645365?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8517957466126645365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8517957466126645365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8517957466126645365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8517957466126645365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7041550223376556385</id><published>2007-12-22T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:16:19.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I last wrote I came back down to DH's apt for a company Christmas party. Which was last night. Small but very nice compared to the company Christmas they give for the works back home. Three of the bosses came down. I find it strange to work for a company and a few of workers have never met two of the bosses. It's not like some big company that no one knows anyone....lol I was going to leave this morning but decided to wait till DH gets done working 2nd shift today and ride home with him. This way my car will be here next week when D and I are down here. Saves a bunch on gas. So, after DH leaves for work I will run to the store and pick up a few groceries we need for Christmas Eve, Christmas morning and Christmas Day. Plus I still have a few stocking stuffers to get for DH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7041550223376556385?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7041550223376556385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7041550223376556385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7041550223376556385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7041550223376556385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/since-then.html' title='Since Then'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4703160023489367385</id><published>2007-12-17T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:46:37.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Stessed Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was in such good shape for Christmas. But I got stuck at DH's apt because of snow for an extra day. Which all in all we didn't get the high end of the snow but somewhere around 8 inches, same at home. I guess when my daughter went to work this morning,the roads were still covered, when she came home from work 7 hours later, they were still covered. Lots of school closings for tomorrow. So far we have school, if we don't have school, they won't call it in till the morning. But I still have nothing wrapped for Christmas, no cookies baked, I have 2 exchanges to do, I have DH to finish up and I still need to make a list for DH to get me. I will make 3 gifts easy for him, I have the data traveler for the computer, I have the small stereo and I'll go look at a cheaper end of sewing machines. I have lots of curtains and seat covers I want to make and my sewing machine doesn't work well anymore. But then again it is 25 years old now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday night we went shopping and I got a few more stocking stuffers and then we came home and got ready to leave to go to a coffee house to listen to the wife of a guy DH works with. They did pretty good, not really my style. But it was nice doing something with a few people he works with for a change. We need to do that more so I'm not just sitting here in this apt doing nothing all the time. Friday night is the Christmas party down here and as long as the snow that is suppose to come in on Thursday isn't bad, I'll come down then, if not, it will have to wait till Friday morning. Pretty much get done here, shower and get ready then leave for the party if I have to wait till Friday. Then leave Sat. morning as long as th snow lets us to go back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4703160023489367385?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4703160023489367385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4703160023489367385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4703160023489367385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4703160023489367385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/really-stessed-now.html' title='Really Stessed Now'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3838843051586712677</id><published>2007-12-14T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:47:02.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I'm here at the estate now, made it safe and sound. The apt. is all decorated and now there is nothing to do. I guess I could read a book, watch tv or just go back to bed. I woke up before 6am this morning, but now I'm getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today after DH gets home from work we will go out and do some more Christmas shopping. I do want to get some wrapping paper and wrap up a few empty boxes to put under the tree. I think it will look better. I can always use more paper at home. Speaking of paper, when I get home I really need to start wrapping all the gifts. I will only have 3 full days at home before I come back to this estate for the work Christmas Party. I will go back home 2 days before Christmas so there isn't alot of time to get things done. I still have to finish off DH gifts and I have no ideas what else to get him. I haven't gotten him much yet...lol Somewhere in there I need to make cookies, man, that might not be happening. I thought I was doing so good this year but now I feel so far behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3838843051586712677?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3838843051586712677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3838843051586712677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3838843051586712677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3838843051586712677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/estate.html' title='The Estate'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2202375797925937012</id><published>2007-12-10T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:44:56.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went shopping with N and my mom today. I have a bit more to go and then I'm done. Then I'll have to start wrapping things up. I still have to finish the Christmas tree which is something I'll do tomorrow. I need to go to walmart and pick up an item that I ordered online. I don't think I'll be doing that tomorrow since we are suppose to get some bad weather. Wed. D and I have a dentist appt. so I might have to run to the store in the morning so he doesn't see what I got. Then either wed. after the dentist or Thur. morning I'll be heading to DH's apt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2202375797925937012?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2202375797925937012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2202375797925937012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2202375797925937012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2202375797925937012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-tired.html' title='To Tired'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3714275227414731648</id><published>2007-12-10T00:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:47:34.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still lots to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have so much to do for Christmas yet as each day comes and goes I just don't feel like getting things done. My tree is still half decorated and I don't feel like doing any more. I have to decorate the tree at DH's apt this week and I don't feel like driving down there...lol. No cookies made, not one gift wrapped. I'm getting out of the Christmas Spirit. I had more Christmas Spirit at Thanksgiving time then I do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3714275227414731648?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3714275227414731648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3714275227414731648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3714275227414731648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3714275227414731648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/still-lots-to-do.html' title='Still lots to do'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-297656050577975188</id><published>2007-12-07T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:49:05.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the second time in the last week that I have woken up to snow. Why does it always have to do that on the days I have to go out...lol. C just went out to get his blood work done and had no problems getting out of the driveway, thank goodness. I have to get a prescription done asap so I called to make sure my pharmacy had it in stock, of course they don't. So now I will have more running around to find someone that does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with my Christmas tree, I feel there are more lights on 3/4 of the tree and its the top half that looks like less lights. So before I put more ornaments on the tree I will add some more lights up top. Not sure when I'll get to that with all the running around to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last craft show and all us girls were suppose to go to the movies. Then my sister says that her daughter really wanted to see the movie with her but can't make it tomorrow during the day time. Mind you there are 5 of us that can and only 1 that can't....lol. My sister talked about doing it in the evening, well that doesn't work for me, I only get to see DH on weekends and I'm not spending my evening gone. Plus DH and I have to go Christmas shopping, we are running out of time with him being gone all week long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-297656050577975188?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/297656050577975188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=297656050577975188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/297656050577975188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/297656050577975188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-697519416678633141</id><published>2007-12-06T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:29:36.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm beyond tired tonight. After a full day of Christmas shopping with my sister inlaw and mother inlaw I'm still up. I have no idea why. I think it is because I have so much on my mind with all that I need to buy yet. I know I'm 2/3 of the way done and I'd just like to finish up with most of it by this weekend. I still have to go shopping with my mom yet and I'd like to get that done next week if I can. I ordered a couple of things off of walmart.com and I seen on the website that one of my items is at the store, but I haven't gotten the email with the bar code yet. I will just wait for the second one to come in first before I go pick them up. A video game that I ordered off ebay came in today, but I got a better one with a 3 game bundle off of walmart.com, so I will sell the one that came in the mail today on ebay...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, going to bed now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-697519416678633141?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/697519416678633141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=697519416678633141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/697519416678633141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/697519416678633141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/beyond-tired.html' title='Beyond Tired'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2466188514155882508</id><published>2007-12-04T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:20:13.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I think I want to kill the Christmas tree, well maybe just kill the lights on the stupid Christmas tree. 3/4 of the lights aren't working, so later when I'm in the mood I will take an extension cord down there and mess with each string of lights and see if I can pin point the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C didn't get home till this morning and sound like he is in a bad mood. His phone woke him up at 9am and has been talking ever since. Don't know with who and I'm not asking. But, if he goes back to sleep, I'll be quiet for a few hours, after that, it isn't happening. You want to come home at 5:30am and sleep on the sofa and think I'll be quiet, it is not happening, and if he don't like it, he can find his own place to live and come home at that time and sleep all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2466188514155882508?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2466188514155882508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2466188514155882508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2466188514155882508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2466188514155882508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/stupid-tree.html' title='Stupid Tree'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6859621711641087075</id><published>2007-12-03T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:22:58.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Great Day So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today hasn't started out on a good note at all. I didn't get to sleep till after 2am and then it was a fitful sleep. D woke me up at 7:30am and needed a ride to school. I'm getting alittle upset about him not setting it up the night before and riding the bus if he needs too. So, I asked him to go down and ask C to take him. So he did and C says NO, he of course didn't sleep all that great he says. Says it isn't his job and that I'm trying to push my job off on him. Why is it when I ask him to do something in the morning he always says I didn't sleep good last night. Hello, my job??? You live here for free, your 26 years old, HELP OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have started some of the decorating around the livingroom with my little snowman figurines. I still haven't put a thing on the tree yet. When I turned it on this morning only 2 strings of lights came on from the bottom and the angel on top. I thought crap, I'm going to have to take the thing a part. But one of the strings must not have been plugged in really good. It worked fine last night, no one has touched it since I turned it off, so I don't have a clue there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its freezing outside today, with the wind chill it is only 14 degrees out. I'm hoping I don't have to go pick D up from school, it was bad enough trying to go uphill to the road on a icy driveway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6859621711641087075?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6859621711641087075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6859621711641087075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6859621711641087075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6859621711641087075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-great-day-so-far.html' title='Not a Great Day So Far'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7176386754225098328</id><published>2007-12-03T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:37:14.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R1Qp-aAEl-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/BV2gHOsbGG8/s1600-R/100_0776+(250+x+188).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139779226844829666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R1Qp-aAEl-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/1yKfKMw__lc/s400/100_0776+(250+x+188).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today felt like such a long day. I'm still up even though it is after midnight. Talking with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dramamama-dee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for a bit before bed. After getting up this morning, relaxing in front of the computer for awhile, it was then time to get to work on the insulation in my livingroom. I knew if I didn't help my DH I would never get the Christmas tree up before he left to go to the apt. We did get the tree up and the lights on it before he left. Tomorrow I will put the ornaments on it. Finally one less step for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some online shopping and I finally see a dent in the things I need to buy. I will still have plenty of things to purchase at the stores, but I'm getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it started to snow and I was getting so worried about N's drive home from work. She works at the mall and normally takes 25-30 minutes to get home. Well not last night, finally after an hour she calls and says she made it safe and sound. Around 1am it started to rain and has rained off and on most of the day today, with alittle freezing rain in the mix. It is suppose to freeze up and start snowing again tonight. I'm so glad she doesn't have to work tomorrow. But yet with all this rain, we still have snow on the ground, better to look at then the dead grass and leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7176386754225098328?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7176386754225098328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7176386754225098328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7176386754225098328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7176386754225098328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-day.html' title='Long Day!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R1Qp-aAEl-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/1yKfKMw__lc/s72-c/100_0776+(250+x+188).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2151471183584153449</id><published>2007-12-01T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:24:38.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today DH is putting insulation on the brick walls in the livingroom. Anything to warm up the house for the winter. After that is all done I believe we are putting the Christmas tree up. I still have to dig out all the ornaments from under the stairs. Now might be a good time since no one is in the family room to get in my way. Other then that I don't know what else we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C is still a grumpy butt, still trying to quit smoking. He stormed out of the house all mad and I'm hoping he stays away from me for the rest of the day. I'm hoping D keeps his 2 cents out of everything, but so far he seems to have words to say and I'm not going to listen to him all day either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end I did get all the Christmas stuff out and have figured out what is staying here and what is going down to Portage. I have a mess all over, but after DH finishes the insulation part then we are going to work on getting the tree up tomorrow or I should say today. DH and I went shopping and picked C and D a Christmas gift, so I'm one step closer to the end....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2151471183584153449?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2151471183584153449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2151471183584153449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2151471183584153449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2151471183584153449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/12/insulation.html' title='Insulation'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5914771007439483570</id><published>2007-11-30T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:25:02.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going NUTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going nuts, does anyone want to join me? I'm ready to murder a child about now. C is trying to quit smoking, wants things done like 1 year ago and won't do a darn thing I have asked him to do. Like clean up my downstairs from all the hunting stuff laying around, dirty clothes. He just keeps telling me what he needs to do first, blah blah. Then tells me he doesn't do anything till afternoon when he isn't working, hello, I want it done this morning so this afternoon I can do the things I want to get done down there. Ok, so I'm not in a great mood about now. Plus it is snowing out, its cold and I have to run to the bank. Wonderful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5914771007439483570?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5914771007439483570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5914771007439483570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5914771007439483570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5914771007439483570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-nuts.html' title='I&apos;m going NUTS!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3150508226828233981</id><published>2007-11-28T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:25:20.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a day I had today, I did NOTHING...lol. I watched stuff on ebay, stayed in my PJ's, watched TV and you wouldn't believe how tired I am....lol. I did sweep the stairs down and swept the bathroom but other then that, nothing. I have no idea why I'm so tired, it isn't like I got up early even, went to bed early last night. Oh well, I'll be heading to bed in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes and Christmas gets closer, you can just feel the temps. getting colder. It was kind of funny today. I asked C what it was outside today while he was standing by the livingroom window. He says, "man, its 50 degrees out, I didn't know it was going to be that warm." I told him to look again because there was no way it was that warm, I was freezing. So, he opens the front door, takes the fastest peak ever and says, "man, its freezing out there, its only 30 degrees." then slams the door shut. I told him he needed to either get new glasses or he needed to go back to school and learn his math again....lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3150508226828233981?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3150508226828233981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3150508226828233981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3150508226828233981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3150508226828233981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8711131085256914839</id><published>2007-11-27T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:25:39.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really do hate winter. I know I say it every year. Its so weird to listen to people who say they love winter and I think, what, they love to freeze, I don't get it...lol But of course I had to go out into the ice box this morning and take D to school. Again his ride didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going back out in the ice box with my sister to head to a store that has snowman figurines. We go to this store every year and she missed it during the candle walk. Well she didn't get to go to the candle walk is more what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things I want to do this week but of course I won't get to them until C gets all his hunting stuff out of my way. I don't see that happening till this weekend, so about the only thing I can do is my laundry. But, we will see, it is still early in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8711131085256914839?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8711131085256914839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8711131085256914839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8711131085256914839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8711131085256914839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5156818689897020513</id><published>2007-11-26T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:26:14.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday I went to my sisters house to give my niece her Christmas gifts and to visit for awhile. We had a really nice time. I learned a new card game that will be fun to play with other people. We didn't get to stay as long as I would have liked because DH needed to get on the road and head to the apt. Before we left my nephew and his wife showed up so we seen them for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be meeting up with my sisters, mom, niece and N for lunch before my niece flies home tonight and then I'll try to start on some Christmas shopping. Sure wish I could do it all from the internet...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5156818689897020513?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5156818689897020513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5156818689897020513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5156818689897020513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5156818689897020513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-niece.html' title='My Niece'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2782593465758002052</id><published>2007-11-24T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:37:14.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIO MPG/EMISSION IMPROVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R0e2tDpdrAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tFEyUyuVCB0/s1600-h/bpimpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274785228925954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R0e2tDpdrAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tFEyUyuVCB0/s400/bpimpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The TOP SECRET Green Powder... 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That means the U.S. transportation sector is burning an average of 15.58 million barrels of oil per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is nearly 700 million gallons, or 2.3 gallons per day for every man, woman, and child. In the time it takes to read this paragraph, our transportation system will have used more than 595,000 gallons of fuel! If this doesn't scream, "It's me, transportation, I'm your energy problem," then I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Making every car go further on a gallon of gas is the cleanest, fastest and most reliable way to reduce our dependence on oil and provide families with lasting relief at the pump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America spends more than $200,000 per minute on foreign oil -- $13 million per hour. More than $25 billion a year goes for Persian Gulf imports alone. This NRDC analysis considers oil demand and supply projections and how our current policy of oil dependence affects our economy and security. With U.S. gasoline consumption accounting for 11 percent of world oil production, the U.S. has been hit hard by our dependence on oil, intensifying our economic and political vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST GET BIO MPG/EMISSION IMPROVER IN EVERY VEHICLE IN AMERICA!! WE ARE DECLARING OUR INDEPENDENCE ON FOREIGN OIL... BEFORE IT'S TOO&lt;/span&gt; LATE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2782593465758002052?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2782593465758002052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2782593465758002052&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2782593465758002052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2782593465758002052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/bio-mpgemission-improver.html' title='BIO MPG/EMISSION IMPROVER'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TSttq13uOok/R0e2tDpdrAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tFEyUyuVCB0/s72-c/bpimpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-667957985457106605</id><published>2007-11-24T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:26:49.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today my family went bowling with my niece as I stating earlier. We had a wonderful time together. I didn't bowl worth beans tho...lol. I'm sure I will be a tad bit sore tomorrow. After bowling we just came home and ate dinner and watched tv. I will go out either tomorrow or Sunday to get my niece' Christmas gift.....I have only been talking about this for a week now. But now I know what she wants for Christmas. Then I'll take it to her on Sunday when I go to my sisters house. Then the talk is that my mom, my other sister, my niece and my sister, and me will go out to lunch on Monday. My niece flys back home on monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the plan is to put more plastic up on the windows and the ceiling in the livingroom and kitchen. Anything that will help keep it warmer in here for the winter. Then around 6:30pm we are going to a candle walk in the next town over. We usually go every year and I pick up a few snowmans. In between the plastic getting put up and the candle walk my DH and son are planning on going out deer hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-667957985457106605?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/667957985457106605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=667957985457106605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/667957985457106605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/667957985457106605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-9196324041345590719</id><published>2007-11-23T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:27:11.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving was nice but I ended up with a upset tummy half way through my meal and stayed with me the rest of the day. But still had a nice time. In the evening we went over to my parents and seen my niece from out of town. It is always so great to see her, just wish she had more time home. We watched her wedding video since none of us could make it to her wedding. Very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we are going bowling with the whole family to spend more time with my niece. I still don't have her Christmas gift but at least I know what she wants and will get it to her sometime this weekend. Just won't be today....lol I will not be going to any store on black friday. People are to rude and pushy for me. So I'll just wait for some good sales some other time but this weekend. But, what she wants N can get it since it is in the store she works at...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-9196324041345590719?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/9196324041345590719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=9196324041345590719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/9196324041345590719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/9196324041345590719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-black-friday.html' title='Happy Black Friday'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6570146524283577731</id><published>2007-11-21T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:27:31.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I will be going to my inlaws for dinner and then to my parents house for dessert, only because my niece is in town....lol. Its not my parents year for us to come over. Tomorrow is also my son C's 26th birthday. Man, I can't believe the kid is that old. Where did all the time go...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6570146524283577731?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6570146524283577731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6570146524283577731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6570146524283577731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6570146524283577731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6372533478382666538</id><published>2007-11-20T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:27:51.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I helped N get her Christmas tree up since after Thanksgiving she will be very busy working at both stores. The tree turned out very nice. We did have to run to the store to pick up some more lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been so tired today, spent most of my night awake in a half awake, half asleep state. Sitting up in bed thinking there is a war going on all around me and I couldn't lay down till the war was over. Mind you I have been watching the movie North and South...lol, so I guess I just took the movie and ran it right into my dreams....lol, and I remember it all...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6372533478382666538?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6372533478382666538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6372533478382666538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6372533478382666538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6372533478382666538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5647465130814751227</id><published>2007-11-19T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:28:24.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I went to my sisters house and watched the 4th DVD of the North and South movie. It felt like it was the last part but it says there is still 1 more DVD to watch. I have no idea what will be on it. Its been years since I seen the movie and it was great watching it again. I do feel a tad bit tired tonight and it is still early. I'm having sinus pressure behind my eyes that is giving me a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow I need to go out and get my niece a Christmas gift since she will be coming home for Thanksgiving and won't make it for Christmas this year. I do want to get a few more things out to decorate the house. Its weird, I'm not really in the Christmas spirit yet but I do want to get things out. I guess I need to figure out what goes out here and what will go out at the apt. too. I'm sure N will want to come over or go with me tomorrow since she didn't see me today on her day off. She has tomorrow off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5647465130814751227?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5647465130814751227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5647465130814751227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5647465130814751227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5647465130814751227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie.html' title='The Movie'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4436507587895092560</id><published>2007-11-17T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:28:46.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Craft Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was one of the crafts shows that I have been looking forward to. I ended up getting another cabinet door, shovel and sauce pan, all with snowman on them. I will have to take a picture of them tomorrow. Then we went to a private owned craft show, which I didn't get anything. We also went to a apple barn/craft store. They make there own baked goods also and I picked up a 1/2 dozen cinnamon/apple donuts. Very good stuff...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had problems today with a headache since I got out of bed and pain behind both my eyes so when the shows were done I came right home. I just finished up watching some more of the North and South movie. Only 2 more DVD's to go....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to all the guys tonight and so far no one has gotten a deer. The only thing C got was a big big big whole in his checking account that could take him some time getting out of. Man, what is up with a few people I know going in the hole this week at the bank.....{D} hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4436507587895092560?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4436507587895092560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4436507587895092560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4436507587895092560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4436507587895092560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-craft-shows.html' title='Todays Craft Shows'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2513135420546437655</id><published>2007-11-16T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:29:05.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to drop by and tell all that I'm home now. I seen my first real snow fall yesterday. Came down like the size of dimes. Very pretty but of course it didn't stay on the ground because the ground is still to warm. DH and D didn't get a deer yesterday but D did shoot at one and missed. My mom said that my dad got a 5 point buck yesterday morning. I haven't heard from C yet so I don't know how that bunch is doing. I left wed. afternoon and when we got to the apt. we found out that DH didn't bring D's gun down there with him like we thought and never gave it another thought to ask or look to make sure before we drove down there. So, DH, D and I drove all the way back home to pick it up and the boots that D forgot too. Drove back to the apt. All in all it was almost 8 hours on the road...lol. So, when Thurs. came I just didn't feel like driving home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2513135420546437655?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2513135420546437655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2513135420546437655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2513135420546437655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2513135420546437655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2136554381886621818</id><published>2007-11-13T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:46:17.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this day to begin today, it is suppose to be full sun and 62 degrees. Now for November that is way above the normal temps and I want to go out and enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to my sisters and watched the 3 disk/side 1 of the North and South movie. We had a nice time. I was going to go there today and finish it up since we only seen one side of the disk but I want to get a few things done outside instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after D gets done with school, I'll be taking him down to the apt. to go deer hunting with my DH. But I don't plan on staying for the 4 days, I'm coming back home on Thursday. DH can bring him back home on Sunday....lol, I have craft shows to go to Saturday...lol Chris left this morning for the deering hunting camp with a friend/co-worker, so I will have some peace and quiet when I come home. That is as long as Nicole doesn't stop by every time she goes by the house....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2136554381886621818?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2136554381886621818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2136554381886621818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2136554381886621818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2136554381886621818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5563385575137652412</id><published>2007-11-11T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:08:24.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learned The Hard Way</title><content type='html'>I must say I learned a lesson the hard way this morning. I came across a link to one of my old blogs on here that I had deleted and found the blog still somewhat there. It had my picture and all my old info and links, but the blog entries wasn't mine at all. When I deleted the blog I thought it was gone so I never deleted the info first. Once you delete a blog sometimes spammers get a hold of it and that is what happened in my case. So, if you delete a blog, delete all the entries, user info and links first before finishing up the delete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5563385575137652412?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5563385575137652412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5563385575137652412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5563385575137652412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5563385575137652412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/disappointed_11.html' title='Learned The Hard Way'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-1249930471338130734</id><published>2007-11-11T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:45:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was the 2nd craft day that we have all been to this year and I must say I was very disappointed. The craft show I really wanted to go to got canceled. They were planing on 2 shows this fall so I'm hoping they don't cancel the Dec. 8th one. They never even put a sign outside or anything, we had N go in and check on it since there wasn't very many cars in the parking lot. The other 2 shows we went to was rather on the boring side. Same kind of stuff, just different places. After the shows were done we all went to Olive Garden for soup and salads. I hadn't been there in years. We had a nice time just sitting there and talking. This time N got to go eat with us and she even paid for mine. She had just enough time to eat before going to work. Then the rest of us went to see a movie. It was a pretty good movie. We all enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone for the day my DH and brother inlaw worked on getting his brakes taken care of and had to cut up and package the deer that he hit on Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-1249930471338130734?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/1249930471338130734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=1249930471338130734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1249930471338130734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/1249930471338130734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5018250136722690368</id><published>2007-11-10T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:41:57.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poor Deer</title><content type='html'>Last night I get a call from my DH about the time he was suppose to be getting home from work with some not so great news. He had hit a deer with the company truck. After waiting for the police to get there, do the report, he finally makes it home about 1 to 1 1/2 hours later. So upon pulling in the driveway I went out to take a look at the damage. Pretty good job, no grill, no left head light, radiator was messed up, not a pretty picture. But the good news for the company was, the airbag didn't go off. Went to the back of the truck to tell the poor deer I was sorry he had to get hit by the big mean truck. Then I told the little button buck that he should have stayed of the roads like his mom showed him....LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is craft shows day and a movie. So who knows what time I will make it home today. I hope it is early enough because I want to finish the cd of North and South movie. There are 5 cds and I'm only on number 2 with the 3rd one coming in the mail at anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5018250136722690368?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5018250136722690368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5018250136722690368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5018250136722690368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5018250136722690368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/poor-deer.html' title='The Poor Deer'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4002394747915752528</id><published>2007-11-05T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:29:39.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Show Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It past weekend was the beginning of craft show season. My mom, my 2 sisters, my niece, my daughter and I took off early in the morning for several shows. My daughter didn't get to do a full day of it because she had to go to work. After leaving her we all went to a few more then to lunch, which really ended up being lunch and dinner...lol There are more the next two Saturdays, so I will be busy. After the shows were done for the day, I went back to my sisters house to wait for my son to come home with my brother inlaw and nephew. After they came home my DH came and picked us up because he had my car for the day fixing my brakes...lol. If it isn't one thing with my car it is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my inlaws came over for a short visit but that visit ended up being the wrong time of the day for us. We were right in the middle of putting some plastic up on the windows and by the time they left it was almost time for the race to start. So, not all the plastic never made it up. Its really hard to get everything done with the short amount of time my DH is home. Which is only 8 days a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a headache so not much is happening at home. Just a few things got picked up and cleaned up. D is on his way home from school and N will be coming over to watch a show I taped for her last week. That will be my lay down time for this stupid headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school called today and I have PTC on wed. at 11am, which I know D had a good report card so I'm not worried about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4002394747915752528?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4002394747915752528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4002394747915752528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4002394747915752528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4002394747915752528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/11/craft-show-season.html' title='Craft Show Season'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7902206497263428363</id><published>2007-10-31T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:50:52.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It sure ended up being a very interesting weekend. DH came home from his out of town work with flowers and pizza..lol He knew I was mad at him all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got information from my sister that her exchange student was leaving and going back to Norway. She should have never came in the first place, she wasn't ready to do so at this time. She was missing her family and boyfriend to much. Really it was the boyfriend, he was hounding her everyday on what was going on in my sisters house. My sister has a son that is the same age as the her and the boyfriend was having a problem with that. They would be on the computer from morning till night on weekends and after school. She would have the mic on so he heard everything that was being said even tho he doesn't understand English. Pia the exchange had to tell him what was being said. But anyways, she is flying home today at 3:30. In a way my sisters whole family is very much ready for her to go. It hasn't been a fun time since she has been here. I went and said goodbye to her already so I won't be going to the airport when she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a little car problem again. This time its the brakes, just the stupid squeakers and it is really loud. Why does everything have to happen right after my DH leaves on monday for his out of town work. Go figure. I knew I needed new brakes, been telling him for months now that I needed new ones. Maybe now he will fix the stupid thing. I still smell some gas so I know that problem has not been taken care of totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7902206497263428363?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7902206497263428363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7902206497263428363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7902206497263428363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7902206497263428363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/10/shes-leaving.html' title='She&apos;s Leaving'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-745108318365156892</id><published>2007-10-26T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:03:02.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its not been a week that I really want to talk about.  Just the normal cleaning.  Been depressed and see no way out.  Thats all I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-745108318365156892?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/745108318365156892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=745108318365156892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/745108318365156892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/745108318365156892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-my-week.html' title='Not my week'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2357979612402371306</id><published>2007-10-21T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:27:50.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday turned out to be a busy day. My brother inlaw came over and my HB and him worked on one of my cars and sons truck. Then my other brother inlaw came over and talked business. Then while the two worked own my car, my son and I left with the last brother inlaw and went to my sisters house. From there my sister, her daughter and I went to the movies. We seen The Heartbreak Kid, it was a cute movie, we really enjoyed it. Then after the movie we went back to her house and my HB came and picked my son and I up. We stayed there for a few hours and then came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is race day and the day my HB leaves and goes back to the apt. I'm thinking that D and I might go with my sister and her kids to a haunted house after my HB leaves. Not sure yet on that. Its a 2 story house, 8,000 sq feet. My sister and I don't go through them so we will watch a movie while we wait for the kids...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2357979612402371306?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2357979612402371306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2357979612402371306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2357979612402371306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2357979612402371306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5310931381258107290</id><published>2007-10-17T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:30:05.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Boring</title><content type='html'>My life seems to be so boring, there is nothing new to tell....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister inlaw that had open heart surgery is doing wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car (Rivie) has new tires on it and is ready to be driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is coming to terms with me not wanting 100 phone calls a day from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is doing good in school so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other son is still sleeping on my sofa...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DH is still living in another town during the week and home on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is broken in the house as of today...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5310931381258107290?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5310931381258107290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5310931381258107290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5310931381258107290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5310931381258107290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-boring.html' title='So Boring'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2247509720572855335</id><published>2007-10-09T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:06:09.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same ole thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well nothing really new is going on. Same things just different days. Had a pretty busy week last week, mainly cleaning.  Hubby came home Friday night and Sat. morning got up to work on his truck. The water pump went out on him. He managed to get it done just in time to go to my cousin's daughters wedding. Had a very nice time there. It is always wonderful to see my cousins. We all just never get to see each other much through out the year. Sat. was race day, but I did get a few things done before the race started. Hubby took off Sunday night for his weekday home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My son bought a car Sat. and he got it all licensed and insured yesterday.  But it needs a few things taken care of before he can drive it.  So for now, he will use my hubby's truck that just got the new water pump.  My son's truck isn't work either...lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my son took his cat in to get fixed and declawed. It is going to feel wonderful not to get all scratched up anymore. Matter of fact, he is on his way to pick him up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the week, I really don't have much plans. Laundry got done yesterday so maybe I'll start going through the clothes that I want to give to the "Planted Live" drop off box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2247509720572855335?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2247509720572855335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2247509720572855335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2247509720572855335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2247509720572855335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/10/same-ole-thing.html' title='Same ole thing'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8145370554346786723</id><published>2007-09-27T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:46:07.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So for 2 mornings in a row D was late for school. Its been a pain in the butt on a ride to school this year so far. He over slept 2 mornings in a row. Yesterday he asked his brother to take him and his brother told him no and to walk AND not to wake me up. Which this has made me mad. This morning he woke me up 3 minutes before school started. So, for not being late at all since school started he has gotten 2 days in a row down. School is about 2 miles away from my house. This kind of set me off in a not so good mood. Plus on top of it all, I came downstairs and it smells like Chris' cat has been spraying in my house. He hasn't been fixed yet and that better happen really really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week hasn't been a very busy week, just went grocery shopping and that's about it. Spent some time at my sister in-laws house yesterday because 2 of her dogs got into a fight and landed one at the vets in pretty bad shape. Then last night I went to my sisters to see my nephews senior pictures proofs. He took some really good pictures. I'm not doing D's pictures yet till I know he is going to graduate. Like in the spring...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8145370554346786723?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8145370554346786723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8145370554346786723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8145370554346786723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8145370554346786723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6269677736556263551</id><published>2007-09-25T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:21:30.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It took awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally I decided it was time to put the pictures I took at my parents anniversary party on my computer and I'm very disappointed. I hardly took anything. I never took a picture of what all the decorations looked like. I didn't take pictures of my most of my family. I guess I just wasn't thinking very well. I will have to get pictures from both my sisters if they have some good ones. I don't even like half the ones I did take. Nicole didn't take her camera because her memory card was full so I won't be getting any from her. Bummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6269677736556263551?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6269677736556263551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6269677736556263551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6269677736556263551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6269677736556263551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-took-awhile.html' title='It took awhile'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2348794018158561998</id><published>2007-09-18T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:23:27.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so glad my parents 50th wedding anniversary is over.  It was stressful and draining.  It did turn out very nice though.  Everyone seem to enjoy themselves.  But, everyone left way to early, we had music for dancing if people wanted too, but in the end it turned out to be my family and both my sisters families was all that was left.  So since we had the hall for the whole weekend and stayed till 10:30 dancing up a storm...lol.  We all had a great time together. We cleaned up almost all of it before we left but decided to keep all the food there in the fridge and pick it up the next day.  So in the morning we all headed over there to do the last minute cleaning, grabbed all the food that was left and took it all over to my parents house for an afternoon meal.  Then we divided it all up from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I took the key back for the hall and came home and did nothing.  I napped off and on, played on the computer and that was about it.  I don't seem to have anymore energy today then I did yesterday...lol  But at some point and time I need to clean this house.  We have another 50th wedding anniversary to go to this weekend.  Man, that makes 3 of this year and some that will be coming up next year along with the 8 graduation parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't made it to the apt yet.  I have stuff that I got in FL that needs to go over there.  I'm hoping to take a weekend at the end of the month.  The car dying almost 2 weeks ago put me alittle behind of things that needed to get done and one of the things was go to the apt over the weekend.  In the 2 1/2 weeks I have been home from FL, my car died, the toilet wouldn't flush, water wouldn't go down in the tub.  Once the car was fixed (fuel pump) the oil light came on, I gave it a drink of oil..lol, something else happened, I can't remember and my internet modem stopped working.  I had to take it in the cable company and pick up a new one.  Then it wouldn't work so I had to call and have the tech guy help me with it.  So, its been a crazy few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2348794018158561998?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2348794018158561998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2348794018158561998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2348794018158561998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2348794018158561998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-over.html' title='Its Over'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-567738713571378996</id><published>2007-09-11T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:23:43.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things sure have been crazy in my life in the last week. Last Wednesday evening I went out to my car to take pictures over to my sister for my parents anniversary party and wouldn't you know it, it wouldn't start. After several people looking at it, we figured it was a bad fuel pump. So, I got stuck here with no car till Friday night. Saturday morning my new fuel pump got here and was put in the car. Started right up. So, I go on my way to a party Saturday night, all is well. Didn't go anywhere Sunday. Monday morning I took D out to lunch since I couldn't give him any lunch money till I went to the bank. But before I met up with D I took a shower and ended up standing in water. Then I noticed the toilet wasn't going down. Oh great now what. I didn't have time to deal with it just then. After lunch I headed over to my sisters house and the oil light came on just before I got in her driveway. So after checking the oil, I find that I needed not just 1 qt, but needed 3 qts of oil. So, got that taken care of, all is well, so I think. D trys the toilet when he got home from school, it started going down but very strangely. Still no time to deal with it. We had to be to Nicole's for dinner and then I had to head back to my sisters for more anniversary stuff. So, this morning, the toilet is going down after a bunch of plunging, but still not just right. Still no time to deal with such things because it is Nicole's 23rd birthday and we were going out to buy her a gift for her apt. Ok, while gone I realized that my gas gauge has not moved at all since the new fuel pump, toilet still isn't working. Are you getting the point to my crazy life since last week. I'm not getting into this hubby working out of town during the week and only home on weekends. All things go to pot while he is gone and at the beginning of the week...lol. As it was, my brother inlaw had to fix my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today, so life is good. The rest has all gone to pot.  So, don't ask me how I feel, you might get an ear full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-567738713571378996?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/567738713571378996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=567738713571378996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/567738713571378996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/567738713571378996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life is Crazy'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3617109632979780725</id><published>2007-09-06T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:18:34.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home and find so much to do but yet I just don't feel like doing anything. Its to hot and to hot in other ways...lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know there is so much to be thankful for in my life and at the same time I have so much out of control things. Right now the biggest thing is my car. It died last night, no gas going to the motor. Why can't these things happen on the weekend when hubby is home to fix them???? So, I get to wait till he comes home this weekend to look at it. I so needed to go grocery shopping today, but I guess we can eat soup or something for dinner...lol. Its just me and D here till this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got my hair cut short this week. The way they styled it is cute but something I won't be doing every day. I'm the lazy kind of person when it comes to my hair. I just want to wash it and go. But now that it is this short, it isn't working out like I had hoped. The reason I got most of it cut off was because the hair was all dead and straw like feeling. Its been a long long time since its been cut. We will see how this goes. Maybe I should have waited until after my parents 50th anniversary party which is the 15th of this month.....lolol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School has started, so now the other stress begins. I'm sure I will be complaining about it real soon. Like, D, will you please say in your afternoon classes?????? lolol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3617109632979780725?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3617109632979780725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3617109632979780725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3617109632979780725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3617109632979780725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6858780069591761891</id><published>2007-09-01T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:23:33.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home now. Its been a tiring few days. Come Tuesday when school starts things will settle down again. I hope..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6858780069591761891?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6858780069591761891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6858780069591761891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6858780069591761891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6858780069591761891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-7702392431222154889</id><published>2007-08-09T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:20:16.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it is almost time for me to take Auntie back down to FL.  I leave next Wed (Aug. 15th) and fly home on Aug. 30th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is so much that I have to do yet and so little time.  I've been down at the apt. this week and will go back home tomorrow.  But a much better week for it was at a much slower pace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby and I took the boys to the movies Wed. night.  Was a pretty good movie, alittle to fast pace with the camera for my likings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well if you don't hear from me for awhile, you will now know why.  Everyone have a great Aug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-7702392431222154889?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/7702392431222154889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=7702392431222154889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7702392431222154889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/7702392431222154889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/08/almost-time.html' title='Almost Time'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-6360089453753812617</id><published>2007-08-07T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:32:02.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well the weekend for the race was a long weekend that turned into one long week. It was wonderful to see one of our friends, but the race, thats a whole different story. I can say I have been to the Brickyard, but as for going back to that track, I don't think so. One of the stupidest set ups I've seen yet. So this is how the last week went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Come home from apt. go to my sisters 40th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Meet sisters in the morning, come home and drive back to the apt. shower and head for IN to friends house. Get there around 8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Go to the race, drive back to the apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Get up and drive back home, rest the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Get up and go to my parents house to visit, pick up the slides pictures and the machine to view them from. Go to sisters to go over the pictures but the light bulb didn't work. Had to order one, sister and I go back to parents house to see if there is a bulb in one of the other machines, yes find one, go back to sisters, start looking over pictures. Went through half the reels before going home in the evening. Oh, started calling halls to rent for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Get up, go to parents to help mom with vcr/dvd player that I connected the day before. Head back to sisters to go through the rest of the slides. Have 134 slides picked out to make into pictures. Didn't get home again till evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Finally cleaned up the house, went to the store to start on the school clothes shopping. Went and paid on the hall we decided to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Get up and started packing up the rest of Nicole's bedroom and putting her crap in the closet. Got out some of my workout stuff, set up to use. Went back to the store, needed pants for dinner plans I had in the evening with 3 of my girlfriends. We go every year for our birthdays (all in July).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Meet sisters again to go over the food list. Went shopping for prices, have that all taken care of. Picked up a few things here and there for the party. Took the slides in to get the pictures made. Went back to sisters house and my nephew put some movies and games on my ipod for me so I have something to do when I fly back home from FL. Never got home till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to Aunties house for a visit, came home packed my stuff up to go to the apt for the week, cleaned up some last minute things in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went to the doctors at 7:15am and drove back down to the apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what the last week has looked like. I leave for FL a week from tomorrow, so this is the last week to spend time with hubby and boys. Not sure what day, but we are going to the movies one day this week.  I will leave for FL on the 15th and fly home on the 30th of Aug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-6360089453753812617?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/6360089453753812617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=6360089453753812617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6360089453753812617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/6360089453753812617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-last-week.html' title='For The Last Week'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5686155155928801945</id><published>2007-07-27T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:42:30.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a very long week.  I am under the weather with a nasty cold.  But on the brighter side, I get to go to a Nascar race in IN, the brickyard on Sunday.  I just love getting free tickets plus we have some friends that live about 10-15 minutes from the track, so we are going to their house sat night.  So for today I have been cleaning the apt and will leave for home tonight.  I have a meeting with my sisters for my parents 50th wedding anniversary on Sat. then I'll drive back to the apt and head to IN from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll let everyone know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5686155155928801945?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5686155155928801945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5686155155928801945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5686155155928801945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5686155155928801945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4356355634002356303</id><published>2007-07-17T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:51:37.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man it was a long day today. Nicole and I got up and didn't take us long to be out the door for a day of shopping. Now some of you already know that I hate to shop, so it felt longer then it was in the end...lol She had plans of going to 2 different malls. One is here in town and the other is about 20 or so minutes away. We went to the one that was 20 minutes away first. We did find a few things but that mall was a big waste of gas. It was a nothing mall....lol. So we head back into town, go to the mall here and find a few more things. By the time I got home I was tired of walking, hungry and needed a nap. Ok, so I didn't eat anything and I didn't get a nap in either...lolol. We watched some tv and then Nicole decides that she is going to paint my toe nails and then she goes to the fingers. Mind you, Nicole don't like feet at all, don't touch them and don't touch her...lol. So to my surprise she touched my toes and painted them...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my sewing started yet, but maybe I can do some tomorrow, at least cut them out and have them ready for sewing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4356355634002356303?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4356355634002356303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4356355634002356303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4356355634002356303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4356355634002356303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-4977356587392727222</id><published>2007-07-17T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:18:57.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so bad for Nicole, she took a bad week off from work. She is on vacation with us and wouldn't you know it, its the first week that it has rain in the forecast for 4 out of 5 days since I've been coming down here. Really her vacation is 5 days off. Yesterday we waited for the rain and thought any minute now it was going to start because it was so cloudy and rain was in the forecast for all day. By 6-7 pm the sun was out, never rained here. Bummer, wasted a day! So I wake up this morning, its pouring out and she wants to go to the mall that is about 20 or so minutes away. I hate going to the mall, I hate shopping in the first place....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D went home with Chris last night and is coming back tomorrow morning for my Birthday Day. Chris is going to spend the night tomorrow so he can spend the evening with me...lol. So the whole family will be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my seat cushions done for the dinning room chairs and make the bread that I didn't do yesterday...lol Sometime this week I will tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'm even going back home this weekend. I really don't see the need to. Nothing is going on there and the following two weekends we have a few parties to go to, so is a must then. Why waste the gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-4977356587392727222?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/4977356587392727222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=4977356587392727222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4977356587392727222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/4977356587392727222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-girl.html' title='Poor Girl'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-3300838895964942831</id><published>2007-07-11T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:35:34.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still at the apt. I didn't have to go home yesterday after all. I will leave Friday morning for the weekend. I will run out of pills by then so it is a must that I leave. N has a doctors appt. Friday and she wants me to go with her. Sears is coming on Sat. to take a last look at my washer before the warranty runs out. So that is the plans for the weekend. Then Sunday we come back to the apt. and N will come down here after she gets out of work to spend her week vacation here with us. Of course there are malls she wants to go to, do some fishing and just relax...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to do the rest of the week. I have done all the cleaning that needs to be done in this small apt. So it is play time, computer, reading, what ever I want....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-3300838895964942831?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/3300838895964942831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=3300838895964942831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3300838895964942831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/3300838895964942831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day!!'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-2551455693730704916</id><published>2007-07-08T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:31:15.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Again</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd let anyone know that I made it safe and sound back at the apt. again.  Now that I have a computer here, I will be able to write me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-2551455693730704916?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/2551455693730704916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=2551455693730704916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2551455693730704916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/2551455693730704916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/apartment-again.html' title='Apartment Again'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-5119600386280186169</id><published>2007-07-07T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:33:55.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see me, now you don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home for a short spell. Have a party to go to for my sister in-law becoming a citizen of the US today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on down at the apts. But I do have a new toy down there. I have a new computer so I can finally go online, yay!! The only other thing we need is a bed, still sleeping on the air mattress. That will be fine for now. So this weeks take back down there will be a very very old rocking chair that I got from my grandma. Its been in storage in a junk room for years. Thought it would be nice to put in the bedroom to sit on and watch tv instead of laying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides going to the party, Dh and Chris have to work on DH's truck, the brake line rusted out and part of it was replaced last week. But on the way to work yesterday morning the brakes went out on it while Chris was driving it, so somewhere else must be rusted. Plus they are going to work on Chris' truck, it would like to work on 8 cylinders instead of 7....lolol, so new plugs, wires and what ever else goes with it will be in done today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I don't have alot to do today, while Chris was home from work yesterday and his truck keys locked in my computer room, he decided to clean the house and cut the grass. So play time for me...lol Maybe I COULD throw in a load of laundry....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-5119600386280186169?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/5119600386280186169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=5119600386280186169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5119600386280186169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/5119600386280186169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-you-see-me-now-you-dont.html' title='Now you see me, now you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8245912981281920727</id><published>2007-06-24T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:53:42.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home for a week as of right now. I have mixed feelings about being here. Nice to be home but I don't want all the cleaning that comes with it. I seen that no one did any of it while I was gone to DH's apt. So, I will leave it like it is till monday, then DH and son Chris will go to the apt for the week. That only leaves me with D here and I'm sure he will be gone enough. It needs such a good top cleaning and deep cleaning after that...lol But as I look around, I just don't know where to start. Sometimes I feel like just running out the door and never come back. I don't feel like this is my job to do anymore. I leave a house, I'm not in it for a week, there is only ONE kid here and he is old enough to pick up after himself. My daughter brought D home on thurs morning so I'm sure he as alittle bit of a mess in here. But I sure didn't make none of it, why do I have to clean it...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough on that, I just wanted to make sure everyone knew I was home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8245912981281920727?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8245912981281920727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8245912981281920727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8245912981281920727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8245912981281920727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670332400603780660.post-8975258430612550791</id><published>2007-06-17T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T03:50:33.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I was home for a short amount of time...lol. I spent all last week down at DH's apt and came home this weekend. We had my nieces graduation party to go to today and then off to my parents for Father's Day tomorrow. My nieces party went really well, then we went to the after party which is usually a few beers and bomb fire. Didn't get home till after 2pm. Then I thought I better cut up the potatoes for the salad so in the morning is all I have to do is cook them. The eggs are cooked and ready to go so it won't take me long to do it. Then tomorrow night we are heading back to the apt in the evening for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do about computer Internet there. I have the same server there is here but the cable TV part comes with the apt free. So, I thought maybe since they are the same that I would take the old computer down there this week and see if it will work or not. If not then I guess I will look for a laptop the following week since I'll be home all week long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters exchange student will be leaving on the 30Th and she is having a going away party on the 26Th so that is why I'll be home. This is all going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make sure everyone knows what is going on in my life. I'm very bored down there with no computer. The library doesn't let me do a lot, just check my email and surf the web, that's about it. No instant messaging at all. Got to get that figured out and soon. There is so much you can clean and I get tired of making the doilies. I need to look for a TV for in the bedroom so there are other TV shows that each of us can watch instead of figuring out who gets to watch which show and who gets to miss out. D has his own in his room and the other one is in the livingroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care to all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3670332400603780660-8975258430612550791?l=lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/feeds/8975258430612550791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3670332400603780660&amp;postID=8975258430612550791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8975258430612550791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3670332400603780660/posts/default/8975258430612550791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisnothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Laurie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04441773521969750158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f298/Lv2singLH/Myspace/MeChristmas3a200x166.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
