<?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-5592804</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:44.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short T</title><subtitle type='html'>Just about anything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107825269441730622</id><published>2004-03-02T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:40:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well busy weekend. I'm just now crawling out of the piles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were supposed to be for rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm resting all right, right here at work. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- back at it, sorry sooooo short, but I can't keep my head on, and I'm figuring at least checking in is better than nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not, but you can say so anyway, just to make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107825269441730622?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107825269441730622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107825269441730622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825269441730622' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107790571327481062</id><published>2004-02-27T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T10:17:17.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MOVING ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so clearly, I stepped out on a limb there with the religion thing, and it didn't get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how bout we go back to TV talk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for ER, it was good, I mean in a human sort of real people way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Survivor... ha ha ha, see you Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107790571327481062?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107790571327481062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107790571327481062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790571327481062' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107781256487155171</id><published>2004-02-26T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T08:32:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON RELIGION- nah make that ON GOOD CHOICES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleased as punch am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's why... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now if you don't want to go down the religious discussion path- don't have to) &lt;br /&gt;(and don't take my religion for any pushing/spreading am just stating something that pleased me)&lt;br /&gt;(ohh and let me add, I'm not a perfect catholic- far from it, I use birth control, I had premarital sex, with more than just my life mate now, I have a best friend who's gay and am dang proud of her, I don't go to church always- tho I try, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;(and well in fact, my favorite ever priest just got excommunicated for having a relationship with a parishoner... but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pleased with my daughter yesterday, may not mean anything to you, but it meant something to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been raised catholic/ however good or bad that is, I want my daughter to have something to grow on, so as long as we're talking good choices at &lt;a href="http://www.noshoesorsocks.net/"&gt;No Shoes or Socks&lt;/a&gt;... my daughter and I were talking about ash wed. and sacraficing meat, and this is a tough concept for a 7 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why? what for? I don't like fish/ (or the no meat choices)"... and I tried not to explain it as a sacrafice, but as giving something back to God/Jesus since he gave soooo much to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, think of it as another way of praying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as tho it means at lunch you are taking the time to think about him in the middle of your day, and saying, even tho I don't like this, I'm gonna do it for you, just cus I want too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grumbled... and I kind of gave up... knowing she's young, and pure at heart and that it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at church... she was very excited about being there in the middle of the week, later then a traditional school night, with me, even tho I had school, etc.... so I leaned into her and asked what did you have for lunch today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she smiled, cheese pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, even little kids can make good choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooo bad soooo many adults out there can't... and now I'm not talking religion anymore, I'm just talking about life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107781256487155171?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107781256487155171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107781256487155171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107781256487155171' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107772330374332624</id><published>2004-02-25T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T07:37:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so on top of the daycare episode and the have to make a decision, and tears etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to class, much relieved, because it seemed as tho the day had turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I got home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum da dum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason why our fed check is being held up, is because of an error. An error on my part... a big error...&lt;br /&gt;a $1200.00 error... &lt;br /&gt;the child credit we got. I said no too, even tho I had forgotten about it, and we did get it... KaBlam, $1200.00 off the top. &lt;br /&gt;my hubby wasn't pleased. he had set his brain on where the money would go, to cover what things, etc. Not soooo much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't matter that I just sneezed my brain out my eyes, ears, and nose, 18 times in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke, have an unhappy daycare, and no brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here goes for positive thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hump day. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107772330374332624?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107772330374332624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107772330374332624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772330374332624' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107763848870577379</id><published>2004-02-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T08:03:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON DAYCARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so can anyone relate to the difficulty of the daycare decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to register for preschool.  and I don't know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cheaper, it's one less stop for me every morning and every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love his day care mom too.  ACK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says you can't love the lady that your son sees more than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replaces me for a good deal of his life, and it was a tough decision to find the absolute right person to do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has to grow up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh help, advise please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107763848870577379?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107763848870577379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107763848870577379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763848870577379' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107756225331958846</id><published>2004-02-23T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:52:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SNEEZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh my, my nose is on overdrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sneezing fool, my record in one sitting, for 17 years, was outdone... 28 sneezes in a row... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to love allergies... but hey you know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means spring... I LOVE IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it while we were building the snow man, all the wet/moldy/grass, my number one, but it's like this... I didn't care, I wanted to play with my kids and my hubby outside and it was wonderful... I'm suffering now, but hell, would I do it again???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SPRING... ok, maybe I'm a little premature, but it's out there and you know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107756225331958846?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107756225331958846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107756225331958846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756225331958846' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107740418879866482</id><published>2004-02-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:58:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we built a snow man... it was soooo amazingly fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all soaked... but it was our whole family and some neighbor kids, and even Big Old Tom, from accross the street, came to heft the middle of the snow man up with my hubby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was exactly how I imagined the weekend to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course it came after the part that I said I wasn't gonna do... and that was clean, sheets, laundry, sorting, organizing, studying... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't tell anyone... I had to do something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great rest of the weekend. we're working on happy happy here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my son likes me today. :0) t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107740418879866482?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107740418879866482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107740418879866482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740418879866482' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107720811442027155</id><published>2004-02-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T08:30:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa bad test yesterday, so bad two dropped the class in the middle of the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops... but hey it's thursday, neiner, neiner, neiner, waves hands wildly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so the weekend. nothing, nothing, nothing, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up for your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107720811442027155?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107720811442027155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107720811442027155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720811442027155' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107711979766284396</id><published>2004-02-18T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T07:58:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON WED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikes chem test, get one done, got another. not fair. but oh well this is what going back to college gets a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my father in law for 34 years of sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh and my punishment for going back to school... my son, won't come to me anymore, breaks my heart, he won't even let me console him... got any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107711979766284396?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107711979766284396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107711979766284396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711979766284396' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107704518863408474</id><published>2004-02-17T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T11:16:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from &lt;a href="http://www.stfam.com/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Is your role model someone famous or not?&lt;br /&gt;Who is your role model?  not, my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is more important to you: Actions or words? action, definately action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you forgive easily or hold a grudge? I'm a forgiver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last lie you told? that my friend had not been the center of a conversation, it was for her own happiness&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lie someone told you? don't know, probably put it out of my head already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you rather be with someone for the wrong reason or alone for the right reason? someone for the wrong, I hate to be alone (i'm spineless)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107704518863408474?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107704518863408474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107704518863408474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107704518863408474' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107696505544352301</id><published>2004-02-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T12:59:28.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so it was an ok weekend. the kids got to have a sleep over with their grandparents and so jon and I got a night with just the babe, and that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was their birthday present to their son. He was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's see, I wiped out, don't ask, suffice it to say, I'm in denial about whether it's reinjured or not, it's three surgeries later, and I don't want to even think about whether I've damaged it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is my story, off to play cards with the old ladies tonight, "my mom's bridge" group. and then home to catch up with my kids some more.  This not having class is a great break, even if it is only for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care have a great monday. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107696505544352301?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107696505544352301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107696505544352301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696505544352301' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107668394393368679</id><published>2004-02-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T06:54:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON 30 THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME DID YOU GO TO BED LAST NIGHT? 11:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF WHAT WOULD IT BE? already be done with school&lt;br /&gt;PAPER OR PLASTIC? Plastic&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK/MAGAZINE YOU READ? Microbiology&lt;br /&gt;A TV SHOW YOU CAN’T STAND TO WATCH? third watch &lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH TODAY? turkey sandwich&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO BE SURPRISED? always&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH? purple&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BRAND OF DEODORANT DO YOU WEAR? Speed Stick &lt;br /&gt;YOUR FAVORITE STORE TO SHOP? Target&lt;br /&gt;WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER OR FALL? spring&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DESSERT? ice cream with cashews and twix shell&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE WOULD YOU PREFER - MAID OR PERSONAL CHEF? chef&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE CANDY? raisonettes&lt;br /&gt;REGULAR OR DECAF? regular&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE RESTAURANT? Babalus, can't afford it tho&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERISTICS YOU MOST ADMIRE? kind and generous&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE HOLIDAY? Christmas &lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE TIME OF DAY? 6:30 am snuggle with my kids before work&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT OR FRUIT SMOOTHIE? Fruit &lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY RINGS ARE YOU WEARING? two, wedding and mothers&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR MEAT PREPARED? Medium-rare&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST CARD YOU SENT SOMEONE? loss of your mother&lt;br /&gt;WHAT RADIO STATION IS ON WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW? None- the sound of the server&lt;br /&gt;ONION RINGS OR FRENCH FRIES? French Fries &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO PLAY CARDS OR BOARD GAMES? Both &lt;br /&gt;NAILS POLISHED OR UNPOLISHED? unpolished &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE NUTS ON YOUR SUNDAES? absolutely&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SODA? Coke &lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH ON TV? Baseball, I can get lots done. he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107668394393368679?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107668394393368679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107668394393368679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668394393368679' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107668306904714125</id><published>2004-02-13T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T08:09:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON YEEEEE-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's friday, it's friday, I do believe this is becoming a blog pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - first the micro test... good likely not the "A" I wanted but close I hope, will know soon, the only problem, four bonus questions, not micro related, they were politics related, anyone knows me, knows I don't know a dang thing about politics... nore do I take time to watch the news or read the paper, I don't have time to spit. why would I spend time with that. so no bonus points for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the TV, good ER, nah, Great ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, lets talk about SURVIVOR? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert, I love ya man, but have you ever built a sand castle? mmm, holes fill up with water. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, Boston Rob, you go, mr. construction, last survivor, he rubbed me the wrong way, this time, he's better, maybe he learned from watching himself the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Richard? who goes shark fishing, with his little fishy, hanging free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow, nice tribute to Jenna's mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew they were building too it, if they were gonna take fifteen minutes of the show for it? nice touch, a little survivor, feel good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107668306904714125?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107668306904714125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107668306904714125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668306904714125' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107660556515756798</id><published>2004-02-12T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:07:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday it's thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a micro test tonight, first this semester, makes me nervous, since I don't know the prof at all. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey it's thursday it's thursday,&lt;br /&gt;and even tho I work tomorrow, it's still just work, and I get to home home to my kids afterwards, I miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully done with the test in time for survivor and ER will check back tomorrow. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107660556515756798?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107660556515756798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107660556515756798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660556515756798' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107643790125998800</id><published>2004-02-10T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T10:33:28.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- for real he turned me in, the police man called,...and had to have his safety first chat with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I had been safe that I was watching them through the window the whole time, the car was locked with a cell on the inside and a cell on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him I actually was watching this man, and had he laid a hand on my car, I'd have been through the door, beating the snot out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that his little good samaritinism, scared the crap out of my kids, the officer... was actually very nice and gentle and turned it all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better. that it's done and my now guilty bad parenting attitude can be washed by my daughter saying this morning, "it's not fair that mom can't get her coffe this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh kids are great. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107643790125998800?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107643790125998800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107643790125998800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643790125998800' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107634735472620115</id><published>2004-02-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T09:24:20.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the morning. we got up early to go cus of the snow... and then never had any trouble cus it wasn't snowy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I went to starbucks... haven't done that in three weeks...  I did it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm there, only two people inside... and a space by the windows... good to go... I have my cell in the car, my work cell on my body, I lock the doors, the kids no the drill, I order my drink and stand where I can watch my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abi smiles at me, etc... no face making today tho.. he he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guy, 5-7 to 5-9, dark hair, maybe some salt and pepper going on, in a long black cashmere coat, with a really pocky faces, leaves... looks at my car... walks up to it, paces at it... and comes back into starbucks, and shouts...&lt;br /&gt;"who's car is that with the kids in it."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that would be mine," I said, as I'm watching him, with my hand on my phone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he starts yelling, "that's bad parenting, you're neglecting your kids, you should be turned it, doesn't anyone learn anything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he storms out, writing my plates down and talking on the cell... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get my coffee, walk out, unlock the car get in... and Abi said, "what was the bumpy faced scary guy looking at us for? and why were you mad at him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm tell that to the cops... that man scared my kids more then I did by leaving them in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE... so I called my hubby and told him in the off chance the police should call... and the girls and I talked about it...&lt;br /&gt;Abi was upset about the guy, and had he reached to see if my car was locked, I'd have been out the door screaming my fool head off, and beating the shit out of the man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello... no one in their right mind abducts a family of three... they ubducts 12-18 years old that they can rape, and leave behind a church, or throw in a lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they take single infants... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, he ruined my day, and actually made me feel bad... I'm a damn good parent... and he doesn't have a clue that if I can't get a window spot, I don't stop, and if I have to run into the damn gas station because the reciept didn't print, and then I can't see my kids, that I'm pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man doesn't have a clue and didn't dare have the right to judge me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107634735472620115?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107634735472620115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107634735472620115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634735472620115' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107620828329105798</id><published>2004-02-07T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T18:46:27.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SHORTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no I'm not talking about my height... he he he... although it too isn't getting any higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I took my girls for a hair cut, first time in almost two years... and I told the gal... short... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack, I think I hate it... I know it will all grow back, but I should have gone a little at a time... ohhh ohhhh.. what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking no more snarls, no more, "ow, you're pulling to hard" no more pony tails, no more hair in their plates... you know the drill... but BLECH, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell my hubby, he was pissed when we came home, and I defended myself... without him knowing I hate it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing it grows out sooo fast.  GROW FASTER DAMN IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107620828329105798?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107620828329105798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107620828329105798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620828329105798' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107608987020546388</id><published>2004-02-06T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:52:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SURVIVOR/ ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so could we be amazed at Rudy, the 75 year old survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know any 75 year olds? none of them that I know could have been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to ER? could we soooo have predicted Susan to be pregnant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got to love the Romano Memorial.. haha ha. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107608987020546388?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107608987020546388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107608987020546388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608987020546388' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107591151782127656</id><published>2004-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T08:20:18.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really wednesday already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter was way sick this weekend, all in all she's back with us now, and we are all very happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, work the same, the commute, beautiful NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow, slightly debilitating, but I was home with the above sicky, so all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so WOW a little Janet boob action huh? she just wanted to be in the news as much as her brother, ha ha ha. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SURVIVOR... gonna be a good one. can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what jerks voting off the winners first.  However Naked Richard has to go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that Survivor doesn't ban that... if janet can't flash a nipple, then get his cottage cheese ass off my TV... ICK&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- I'm done, good day, all t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107591151782127656?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107591151782127656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107591151782127656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591151782127656' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107548819424552745</id><published>2004-01-30T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:44:49.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis all I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not all... the superbowl (which I won't watch), new survivor (which I will watch)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is all I got to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend.  stayyyyyyy warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107548819424552745?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107548819424552745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107548819424552745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548819424552745' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107539542174788077</id><published>2004-01-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T08:58:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SLIPPING AND SLIDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was with the drivers out today? no snow on the ground, but black ice everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you not living in the tundra, that's when it's so damn cold that the exhaust freezes on the road, creating ice on freeways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, left the house at 6:55 am arive and new job, at 9:20 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, want me at work on time? open up my old office so my commute is back to 15 mins. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107539542174788077?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107539542174788077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107539542174788077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539542174788077' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107534275683822671</id><published>2004-01-28T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:20:51.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MISSING ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did ya'll miss me???&lt;br /&gt;been out the company takeover, am now driving a bucu amount of miles, it's taking from my blogging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my friend's mom died, Gladys, I mentioned her and her cancer a while back... she's in a better place. and that's just how I'm gonna see it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been a long tiring week, I can't believe I've been gone two whole weeks, that's just crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will check often, tho don't think the new job will allow the old perusing I used to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks all for still checking in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and Kathy... Sully as we soooo affectionately call him, is a doll, go see the picture... to the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, Sullivan is an awesome name... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107534275683822671?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107534275683822671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107534275683822671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534275683822671' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107411464551451162</id><published>2004-01-14T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T13:12:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from&lt;a href="http://babz.datasoup.com/"&gt;Babz&lt;/a&gt;, it's cool, read mine, then go read hers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;bungy rocket&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;no blew it in the first day, will always try again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;yes, sister in law, to sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;no, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;mexico?&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;a better job.&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;may 8th, got to watch sully’s delivery. Birth, is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;taking the plunge to go back to school &lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;not being a better friend at times, tho I tried.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;stage 1 cervical cancer.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;my Saturn vue!&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Miranda!&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;a friend of a friend. &lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;mortgage, car, daycare.&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;my kids and my school.&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2003?&lt;br /&gt;Babe- Styx.&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, you are...&lt;br /&gt;in a worse financial spot, but in a happier mental spot, so I guess I’m winning the battle.&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Gardening.&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;eating, I need to drop what I ate.&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my kids faces.&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;was already there!&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Survivor, Judging Amy, and CSI.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;Hate no, I don’t think I know how to.&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Biology Book, learned a lot, GEEK I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;eminem&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;a car.&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;my parents company to pull it out and actually survive.&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. Tough call!&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I turned 31. dinner with my family&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;cash, and lots more of it&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;comfy.&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;my kids&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm not Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;I agree with THE WAR.&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;my aunt more this year then most.&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003:&lt;br /&gt;it’s not about you&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, don’t know that’s possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107411464551451162?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107411464551451162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107411464551451162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107411464551451162' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107409546397971371</id><published>2004-01-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T07:52:23.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SURVIVOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.... &lt;a href="http://www.unofficialsurvivorguide.com/surv8.html"&gt;ALL-STARS&lt;/a&gt; are coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this years major surprise, is gonna be dropping SKINNY JON, right into the mix, so that the challange is gonne be who can torture him into telling the FRICKEN truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107409546397971371?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107409546397971371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107409546397971371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409546397971371' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107401158029139464</id><published>2004-01-13T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T08:34:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SINGLE PARENTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must commend all of you, who have done it, or are doing it. you amaze me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my hubby around, I know that I can do it without him and I know that my kids survive without him, but damn it, I miss him, and I depend on his help, just the little things, that I don't think of, that just make my days/nights a little more smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is it she says is LEGALLY BLONDE "snaps for all you single parents" my hat is off to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107401158029139464?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107401158029139464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107401158029139464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401158029139464' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107401014127511363</id><published>2004-01-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T08:10:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me, or on CSI MIAMI, does it just seem to all fall into place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean is it really that obvious??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say after watching the show now, I think I really admire the M.E. the most... what an amazing thing, the STUFF, that she picks up on, most of the time, she's the case solver.  amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107401014127511363?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107401014127511363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107401014127511363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401014127511363' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107392062365490417</id><published>2004-01-12T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T07:18:21.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MONDAY AND UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some time with my mom yesterday, after her recent forced retirement. first time not seeing her everyday, was weird to "get together" with her. shouldn't be that way, but anyway, she's quietly reserved and if you knew my mom, you would know this is way off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't heard on Gladys today, should know more this afternoon, post a biopsy and a social worker meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn hit 20 weeks, they took her off bed rest, worked two days last week, started having contractions, still doing ok, level 2 u/s the 19th, fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should here on my latest pap end of this week, fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this weekend as a  consultant for my favorite scrapbooking company, wish me luck that I be good, no make that excellent, so I can tell my new boss where to stick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tonight, Adv chem II and Microbiology... ohhhh study study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyone seen, "American Wedding" it was dry, but ok, for a couple laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best line... "this is huge, as big as seeing monkeys use tools for the first time". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107392062365490417?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107392062365490417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107392062365490417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392062365490417' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107392012804685851</id><published>2004-01-12T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T07:10:06.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BLOGGING IT FORWARD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll say &lt;a href="http://www.valley.buddhasden.com/"&gt;Valley&lt;/a&gt; cus if anyone can put up with Buddha, then she deserves lots of visitors and wayyyyyy wayyyyyy more support. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107392012804685851?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107392012804685851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107392012804685851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392012804685851' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107367381545953790</id><published>2004-01-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:44:50.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON GLADYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say a pray, put out a thought, smile up, or just reflect PLEASE... my best friends mom, diagnosed with Lung cancer 6 months ago, went through radiation, and thankfully had a very nice holiday and new year is back in the hospital, can hardly breath, very week, and now has spots all over her lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107367381545953790?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107367381545953790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107367381545953790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367381545953790' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107367265016428790</id><published>2004-01-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:25:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BABIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;a href="http://www.moodymama.com/"&gt;Angie at moody mama&lt;/a&gt; finally had Ian, last night, go say congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107367265016428790?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107367265016428790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107367265016428790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367265016428790' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107358205235276653</id><published>2004-01-08T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T09:15:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.kazoofus.com/"&gt;Kathy Howe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table BORDER=0 CELLSPACING=0 WIDTH="330" BGCOLOR="#000000" bordercolor="#75A8BB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td WIDTH="50%" BGCOLOR="#EDE7D8"&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://ineureka.com/tarotreadings/funstuff/cupqueen.jpg" height=255 width=150&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td ALIGN=LEFT VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="50%" BGCOLOR="#EDE7D8"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;&lt;font size=-2&gt;WATER OF WATER. Pretty lady! Fair and gentle, your empathy attracts others to you. Possibly psychic, you are pure emotion and are more likely to act on feeling rather than practical thought or logic. You think that's just fine because imagination is important. You are the Whore of Babylon with her cup of abominable things, the Medium of Endor and in the mundane world you usually make a good wife and mother. You shine when you are able to give emotional support to others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;caption ALIGN=BOTTOM&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;&lt;font size=-1&gt;&lt;a href="http://ineureka.com/tarotreadings/funstuff/quizzes.html"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://polly_snodgrass.livejournal.com"&gt;Polly Snodgrass&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107358205235276653?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107358205235276653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107358205235276653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358205235276653' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107358176636586197</id><published>2004-01-08T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T09:11:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SWEETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what candy are you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.jackholelist.com/"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/results/chocolatekisses.gif" WIDTH="320" HEIGHT="120" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107358176636586197?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107358176636586197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107358176636586197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358176636586197' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107342613388446703</id><published>2004-01-06T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T13:56:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE WHOLE STORY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read only if you desire, it's the whole story, just cus I got to tell it all now, like it is. Oh and it's at your own risk as well, cus it's gonna be free-flowing, screw grammer right now, I just gotta write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job status. I was better when I thought I'd get laid off, but I was THERE today, with my father, and it physically made me ill, yeah it's a sty, but that's not why, it's not a health risk, so that's not the issue, it's the place, it's the stories, it's the broken promises, it's cold, it's not my family unit, yeah we'll still be there, some of us together, but it's not my dad's anymore, my work isn't for me, now i'm an employee, sure a "Team member" but it's the wrong flipping team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this doesn't make sense to most of you, the story that is, but most of you know job change, job lose, etc. and well. most of you know you will survive and I know I will too. but dang it, why perpetuate it... why not put me out of my dang misery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad asked for my innermost thoughts today, I told him, he didn't want them, just having been at THEIR office, and he said he did, I said, "I HATE it, but I'll do it for you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was all I could say, I did hate it, more than I thought I would. and I don't know how long I'll stand it, but I promised him I'd stick it out and I will, but damn, talk about beating a person to death with misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening, I'm done for now.t &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107342613388446703?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107342613388446703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107342613388446703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342613388446703' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107333841690965426</id><published>2004-01-05T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T13:34:58.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how well do you know me????  &lt;a href="http://docshortt.friendtest.com"&gt;test and see&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107333841690965426?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107333841690965426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107333841690965426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333841690965426' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107331796932361006</id><published>2004-01-05T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T07:54:00.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON GOOD ATTITUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me how my resolutions are going.????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's monday, I'm packing, my commute will lengthen by 25 city miles starting next week, I have a new boss, who isn't my dad, and my hours are cut by 25% which means my income did as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am I doing soooo far? there wasn't a foul word there, that has to count for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107331796932361006?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107331796932361006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107331796932361006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107331796932361006' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107315767599784194</id><published>2004-01-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T11:22:25.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON FINALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all good, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are over,&lt;br /&gt;the cleaning is done,&lt;br /&gt;I heard on my grades,&lt;br /&gt;I found out about my job,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to start the new year, fresh and new,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it with hope and strength.&lt;br /&gt;we'll do it together, we're on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107315767599784194?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107315767599784194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107315767599784194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315767599784194' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107288197851178856</id><published>2003-12-31T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T06:47:24.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A NEW YEAR-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even start with wishes for the new year, cus I really don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give you a synopsis of the year, cus I do believe more months would be less happy than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'm just gonna say, me, Miss Happy Pants, Miss Power in Positive Thinking, is gonna say, 2004 is gonna be GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HEAR ME???? It's gonna be GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be safe, hug a kid, kiss a partner/spouse, let the love shine, HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107288197851178856?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107288197851178856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107288197851178856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107288197851178856' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107280909131913064</id><published>2003-12-30T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T10:32:36.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from &lt;a href="HTTP://BABZ.DATASOUP.COM/"&gt;Babz&lt;/a&gt; who got it from &lt;a href="HTTP://WWW.DIVADIVERSION.COM/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt; thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? T.A.R.  You guess&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT COLOR PANTS/skirt ARE YOU WEARING? Blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? My brother sniffing acting like he might die… boo hooo….&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER? 7528.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Frozen Swedish meatballs, jealous aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOR WOULD U BE? yellow. &lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Colder than I like and not enough snow to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;8. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE? Definitely the smile&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Ok-dokey.&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE DRINKS? Russian Tea, Vanilla Latte’s and Coke.&lt;br /&gt;11. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? White Zin, or Sangria&lt;br /&gt;12. HAIR COLOR? Blondish right now, was red two weeks ago, and a brunette when growing up&lt;br /&gt;13. EYE COLOR? Doe eyed brown&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Occasionally, otherwise specs always.&lt;br /&gt;15. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES: Lil 41, Rhonna 40, Jerry 37, Sean 35, and me&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE FOOD? Paella, or Spaghetti, crab too. &lt;br /&gt;18. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED ? Charlies Angels&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? The days my kids are healthy&lt;br /&gt;20. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Nope, I asked my hubby why I had dated all his friends but never him, and then it was heaven ever after. &lt;br /&gt;21. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS BETTER? Happy endings always.&lt;br /&gt;22. SUMMER OR FALL? Ohhhh tough call, summer for the fun, fall for the beauty? &lt;br /&gt;23. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs? &lt;br /&gt;24. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Relationships! &lt;br /&gt;25. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Chocolate if dark, but for all other things vanilla. &lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? School books and more than I can handle&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Just black with a wrist pad&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Ohh the new Scene it, board/tv game. Got it for Christmas you must get one. &lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Dinner with a college pal, kids to bed, then watched in the line of fire. &lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE SMELLS? My son’s baby blanket.&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Mmmmm. My kids, then the crap of another day at work.&lt;br /&gt;32. WHO WAS YOUR FIRST LOVE? A guy named Vince. &lt;br /&gt;33. IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE? Spain, I love spain.&lt;br /&gt;34. IF YOU HAD ONE WISH WHAT WOULD IT BE? Health for my kids forever&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST? Bad things happening to my family&lt;br /&gt;36. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF WHAT WOULD IT BE? Any of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;37. ARE YOU SINGLE? No&lt;br /&gt;38. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYBODY RIGHT NOW? My hubby &lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU DID OR DIDN'T DO THAT YOU REGRET THE MOST? I’m happy with my life, past included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107280909131913064?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107280909131913064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107280909131913064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280909131913064' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107279459385610610</id><published>2003-12-30T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T06:30:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- it's time, it's two days before the end of the month, and well the last two legitimate days that we have paid rent, and my father, who's never gone defunct on a bill, is feeling the pressure from the new owner, who feels the best way to break a lease is just not to pay it.???? my father and his ethics, is in utter disagreement, so yet again, against all of our better judgement, has reached into his and my mothers non-business money, to pull us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel badly for my father, who even tho us kids have told him over and over to just let the business go, cus we'll be fine, just keeps looking for that one ray of light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pop, I love you, with all my heart, and I thank you for being a tough, yet gentle boss for 10 years now, but it's ok. It really is ok, to want to throw up your hands and say I give up, Please know we won't see this as a failure, we'll see this as the one way to have gotten you to retire, when we all knew you'd have worked till you dropped.  We will always see you as the great entrepreneur who taught us true, honest and ethical business practice, and we will all survive. Please, Know that IT IS OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on everyone tell him it's oK. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107279459385610610?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107279459385610610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107279459385610610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279459385610610' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107273124090819024</id><published>2003-12-29T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T12:55:48.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink more water,&lt;br /&gt;swear less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self, try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are yours gonna be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107273124090819024?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107273124090819024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107273124090819024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107273124090819024' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107272949786850159</id><published>2003-12-29T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T12:26:02.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it, two "A's", that's four total so far, now I just have 11 more to go, to fulfill my premed requirements... take a deep breath, I have two weeks before I start it all over again. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107272949786850159?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107272949786850159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107272949786850159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272949786850159' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107272481072283491</id><published>2003-12-29T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T11:07:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON LONG TIME NO CHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been days, I've been neglecting my blogging duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all are well out yonder, and that your holidays sooooo far have been great as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine, we had a nice christmas, family and kids considering, all was great, santa was kind, and well I only had one moment of feeling very little, in that I wish I could have given more, but we'll get beyond that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next christmas, we will win the lottery and be able to give in abundance... for now, they will have to be happy with what they got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about love right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh yeah, and some movie reviews??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw Charlies Angels. ha ha ha, how fake. still entertaining, but come on.&lt;br /&gt;we also saw In-Laws, he he he, now that was ok, I was actually ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;and Tomb-raider II, that was alright too, two out of three wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo any big plans for new years eve??? we'll be sitting playing games and or watching movies... we've been rejected by at least three couples, already have plans, so I guess it's a sign for more alone time. all good, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could use the quiet time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- dokey, happy monday. t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107272481072283491?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107272481072283491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107272481072283491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272481072283491' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107228707601243265</id><published>2003-12-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T09:32:15.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I forgot the wonderful couple blogging pals I have in &lt;a href="http://www.valley.buddhasden.com/"&gt;Valley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.buddhasden.com/"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt;. thanks guys  Merry Merry Christmas to all. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107228707601243265?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107228707601243265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107228707601243265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228707601243265' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107227665311749633</id><published>2003-12-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T06:38:32.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't gonna post today, but seeing all you out there I will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't post on not being ready, not done with gifts, all the food prep that is pending.&lt;br /&gt;I won't even post about losing my job, and watching my parents business go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL however post about the things that make me realize I am a survivor, and we will get past this as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL post about my girlfriend making it to 18 weeks with her IVF and placental bleed baby, I will post about me being 9 months cancer free, I will post about &lt;a href="http://agedandconfused.dreamhost.com/"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/a&gt; being pregnant, about &lt;a href="http://www.moodymama.com/"&gt;moody mama&lt;/a&gt; being pregnant, and probably delivering as we speak.  I will post about &lt;a href="http://surreally.net/bedsidemanner/"&gt;Suzie&lt;/a&gt; getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About great friends like: &lt;a href="http://www.busymom.net/"&gt;busy mom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;Buzz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://picklejuice.yatescentral.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://empress.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;the empress&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.thegofish.com/"&gt;Mac&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about my non-blogging friends, Jen, Angie, Susie, Becky, Lynn, Betsy.  Thanks for being in my life, all you souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about my babies, Abi, you are soooo wonderful, sweet and genuine. Miranda, you are sooooo perfect in your own little way, and Brodie, you will make someone very happy someday, I only wish it could always be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- ENOUGH BLUBBERING, I just figured if I had to be at work, I was gonna make my christmas greeting all about HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107227665311749633?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107227665311749633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107227665311749633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107227665311749633' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107219159098004263</id><published>2003-12-23T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T07:00:49.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SOOOOO COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when the kids all got together and posted over at &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;buzz's&lt;/a&gt; place??? well he's soooo cool he sent a gift, a christmas CD, go give a hug to Buzz.  Thanks, merry christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107219159098004263?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107219159098004263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107219159098004263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107219159098004263' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107210254688360298</id><published>2003-12-22T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T06:16:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON HANGING IN THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not whining, just stating a fact, I'm still here, tho I'm trying to sort out my life, these last few days before christmas, only because I've been forced into this buy out, and moving my office or being laid off or finding new work, or or or or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I miss all of you, but I have to get back to this crap I call life. I thank every lucky star up there for my kids, at least I have something to keep me sane. :0) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas, likely won't be back until I determine where the hell my computer (that is assuming I have a computer) is going to be at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, happy holidays, t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107210254688360298?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107210254688360298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107210254688360298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210254688360298' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107171518827623053</id><published>2003-12-17T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:44:25.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON FINALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, *does dance while waving hands maddly in the air* with my finals... you know that's a big thing when your daughter says, you have a whole month off? think my night school is affecting my kids? :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for a good cause... oh yeah, by the way, The friendly takeover of my parents business that I was talking about &lt;a href="http://new.blogger.com/blog.pyra?blogID=5592804"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; ... well my mom was officially laid off, they closed our office and now my job is on the line, cus I won't travel, and it's nearly impossible for me to make the commute from Rogers to Eagan, if anyone knows Minneapolis, it's the complete opposite end of the world.   So I'm told I'll know by the end of this week and for sure by the first of the year if I still have a job, NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the by, any regret I had about going back to school, is no longer there? thanks, at least for that... so let's see, since the take over, laid off 8 fitters, 5 shop employees and now 1 office staff... mmmm hmmmm that leaves 5 employees TOTAL left, how long do you suppose till they fry us too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a happy note:  my daughter's "manger mania" play was tonight at church... AHHHHHH sooo cute. :0) t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107171518827623053?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107171518827623053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107171518827623053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171518827623053' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107159380006766921</id><published>2003-12-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:57:30.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON PUMPKIN LOAVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out &lt;a href="http://valley.buddhasden.com/archives/000953.html"&gt;Valley's&lt;/a&gt; pumpkin loaf recipe... can't wait to try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107159380006766921?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107159380006766921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107159380006766921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159380006766921' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107159106309791778</id><published>2003-12-16T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:11:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON EMBARRASSING STORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so per the &lt;a href="http://www.thegofish.com/archives/002934.php"&gt;Go Fish&lt;/a&gt; we are supposed to tell our embarrassing stories from grade school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a breast biopsy in 6th grade, (yep you heard it- first I had boobs big enough then and second I already had a lump) anyway, I didn't tell anyone about it. My mom didn't even give the reason for my absence.  so here I'm sitting with this giganto bandage on my left boob, so I'm in an even bigger sweatshirt to cover all of it, and something gets pulled, you know the pain you feel when your ripping bandage tape off,??? when it stuck to the underside of my arm, so I'm trying without making a scene, or without grimacing in pain to get the bandage off my arm, back onto my boob, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the teacher notices, "Shortt, what are you doing? do you have a question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm no, nothing, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later, clearly he was distracted by my behavior/discomfort, "Shortt what the hell is going on over there" this was in the day when you could say that in class, well as it was I asked to be excused to the nurses office, so that she could help get me out of the sticky mess I was in, but then, I had a story to explain, and she did get back to the teacher on it, thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then he was super saucy with me, the rest of the day, and it made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107159106309791778?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107159106309791778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107159106309791778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159106309791778' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107149864022384124</id><published>2003-12-15T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T06:31:30.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A COOL MILLION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Survivor:    woooo hooo Sandra, I was just soooooo proud of Lil, for not picking dimwhit Jon, even tho, it would have guaranteed her the million, I was pleased she was smart enough to give at least 100g's to Sandra, and in fact all the money to her in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, for Jon not winning. I could have cared less who won after he got voted out. :0) mean I know. but catch your skinny ass later, Jonny FairPlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Falling: get this, I fell down the damn stairs... and no I wasn't drunk, In fact since my first baby was born, I haven't been drunk, in fact, I don't think I could count on one hand the times I've had a glass of wine in the last month, maybe two.... I'm Boring, and just toooooo darn focused, I have to read at night, my classes take up my fun time, and I have to be able to wake up in the night to triage one kid ailment or another.   Anyway, I slipped, you know, in my sunday morning slippers, with a Huge thermos of coffee, course it had no top on it down the stairs, oh yeah and in the other hand I had these two itty bitty little heart worm pills for the damn dogs.  So anyway, sore butt, sore back, giganto bruise on my right butt cheek, giganto bruise on my right calf, coffee up two stair well walls, all over my robe and carpet, I lost the dog pills, up in the air, who the hell knows where they went. UGHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) cookies, shopping, wrapping are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) we all have colds, thanks a bunch, all you sharing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107149864022384124?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107149864022384124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107149864022384124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107149864022384124' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107125647847362364</id><published>2003-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T11:15:26.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BUBBBBYE BURTON-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya later small fry. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107125647847362364?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107125647847362364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107125647847362364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107125647847362364' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107116339583902602</id><published>2003-12-11T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:24:02.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON APPEARANCE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought, since I'm planning to scan some pics, and was thinking about anonymity, was wondering about posting pixs with myself included or just the babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ever had a client that after years of phone conversations, etc, you finally meet, did they appear as you had imagined, or different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have you preconceived notions of what I look like?  go ahead, I can take it? tell me what you think? he he he, I'll give you one clue, the name of my blog????  yeah, SHORT, you heard it, so no short jokes.  or yeah, go ahead bring those on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I wanna know, how you feel about anonymity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107116339583902602?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107116339583902602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107116339583902602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116339583902602' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107116317342573438</id><published>2003-12-11T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:20:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SKINNY JON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go tonight buddy, or I don't watch the finale of &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor7/"&gt;Survivor&lt;/a&gt; on sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107116317342573438?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107116317342573438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107116317342573438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116317342573438' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107108537891204545</id><published>2003-12-10T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T11:46:11.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SICK OF IDIOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so I got to say, I'm sick of people scoffing at the flu shot, if you don't want to get it, fine, but don't make a scene about how wrong you think the people who ARE getting could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a genius, but there are a few things I know about the flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) it's not for the stomach flu, it's for INFLUENZA, and it's not for all of the mutations of the virus, only the few known killers&lt;br /&gt;b) it's not going to give you the flu, however like all vaccines, you can have mild reactions deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;c) it's not for everyone, there are truly high-risk and low-risk groups, if you're low risk, great for you.&lt;br /&gt;d) it's not going to keep you from getting sick, getting colds, or even getting a flu virus, but it will save you from Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when someone tells you, I don't believe in someone injecting me, with "I don't know what?"  or "you never know what exactly is in that shot?" then you tell them to spit that chew out of their lip, cus I'm pretty sure "YOU NEVER KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS IN IT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when someone tells you, that they don't believe in it, cus they don't believe in putting foreign things in their bodies, while they are eating ice cream directly from the container, that there is as many foreign things in that ice cream as in the shot.  In fact maybe more, cus I'm pretty sure the ice cream doesn't have to go through near as many tests as the flu shot has too, in order to be marketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who am I to say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so as long as I'm on my high horse, the same thing goes for Genetic Modification, now I won't say if I'm really for it, or against it, but come-on, I'm all for advancement, that's why we are in the technological world we are in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you like your internet and the intelligence that goes with it, then why would you have a problem with modifying corn to make it stronger, healthier, or prettier to eat? assuming it's been tested and proven safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust the intelligence of the people around you.  sometimes advice isn't warranted, and i'm not one to offer it, but I do sometimes like to take heed to trusted persons and listen to what they have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point? I dunno, I think I lost it, but anyway.  we all have our opinions, you have yours, I have mine, we can discuss them, even try to learn from each others, but should you bash me for mine, take a leap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107108537891204545?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107108537891204545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107108537891204545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108537891204545' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107100474539983491</id><published>2003-12-09T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T13:20:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A RELIGIOUS BEEF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- I'll admit this once, quietly, and don't want any trouble for it, cus I have my own opinions all probably similar to your own, but anyway, I'm Catholic, yep you heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I disagree with much of the doctrine, but love my church and my priest, so I choose him and the building over the bad doctrine, UNLESS, crap like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately it wasn't at my church and I do intend to approach my priest on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, I'm not prolife, I'm not prochoice, I'm anti abortion (for myself only) and I'm really anti- anyone telling me what I can or cannot do with my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, I had premarital sex, and I use birth control and I'm ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, I have some wonderful gay friends and I'm Proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what has really gotten me this time... My friend, the prego one with the IVF, the one who is having the placental bleed and is on bed rest at great risk of losing this pregnancy, went to her priest to get blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GET THIS: he said nope, IVF is against the Catholic faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of complaints on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;First- I thought procreation was number one in the church? isn't that what they are doing?&lt;br /&gt;Second- I thought prolife was number two in the church? isn't that what she's asking for?&lt;br /&gt;Third- It's a healthy monogamous marriage, and the sperm is the hubby's the egg is the wife's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME PLEASE the wrong in this? ugh, there are days, the institution I call CHURCH really urks my chain, today is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107100474539983491?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107100474539983491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107100474539983491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100474539983491' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107098579237602783</id><published>2003-12-09T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T08:03:57.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON NO WASHING MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it's like to be without a washing machine, with a fam of five. ACKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;and it had to happen, after I stripped all the sheets off the beds, so not only is there mounds of dirty clothes, but mounds and mounds of sheets as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, I have a spare set for every bed, but damn when will the repair guy be here? SOON very soon, but you know where that means I'll be all night? under mounds and mounds of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you all on the other side. and remember to thank your repair guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107098579237602783?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107098579237602783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107098579237602783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098579237602783' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107090282525897032</id><published>2003-12-08T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T09:01:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BEING SANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you might get this, others of you may not, I remember the joy of coming down the stairs on Christmas morn, with all my brothers and sisters, (we always made the rounds and woke everyone up and did it together) to see what we had gotten.  And our house was different with five kids, we all got one present (and my parents always chose it to be our big present- to come from santa) the others under the tree were clothes or necessities. Anyway, it was always momentous, and my older brothers and sisters played the game to protect my beliefs until I was 8, which put my eldest sister at 18.  I thank them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this weekend as I was planning for stocking gifts, I decided as my parents did years before that Santa is the excitement for the kids, let him give the good gifts, leave the rest for under the tree, let them enjoy the moment with that quiet, red-suited, white bearded belief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen to them, "will he come in our room?" "if we don't have a chimney how will he get in?", "do you get to talk to him mom?" "do you think his stomach hurts from all the cookies?" "how many more days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh the wonders of children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107090282525897032?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090282525897032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090282525897032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090282525897032' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107090227256658684</id><published>2003-12-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T08:51:55.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw X-men I and X-men II, a double header, wow, big stuff for me, who can hardly stay awake for one film, pretty good tho, not too bad, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also Daddy Daycare, I like Eddie Murphy, now it wasn't an award winner, but it was light, cute and made you chuckle. good enough for me, after a long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107090227256658684?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090227256658684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090227256658684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090227256658684' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107090183327926600</id><published>2003-12-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T08:44:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TO DO OR NOT TO DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so I'm asking advice here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To decorate inside  yes/no, a tree, or the whole shabang?&lt;br /&gt;To decorate outside yes/no, the bushes and trees, or the roof top too?&lt;br /&gt;To bake cookies yes/no, the 3 favorites or all 8 kinds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so here's what I did, I decorated, the tree is beautiful, and not just for the sparkle but for what it does for my kids, they are entertained with the change, with the sparkle, with the gifts already tucked underneath.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't get to the garland on the stairs, or all the other details, I did put out the easy to reach decor and that seems to have been enough, not overdone, but still something in eyes view anywhere you turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside I got to the bushes and the trees, and the deer in the yard, but did not get to the roof top, and in my tired and frozen state while making hot cocoa for my kids, Abi said to me, "it's ok mom, what you have now, is better then what we had before"... &lt;br /&gt;hmmm out of the mouths of babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the Cookies, it will be all, cus the family faves are not my faves. and so if I'm gonna do it, then I'm gonna make my faves as well, so all 8 it is, one to two kinds a day, for the next week. should be ass-building in  no time... munch, munch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy day to ya, t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107090183327926600?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090183327926600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107090183327926600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107090183327926600' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107065592453148189</id><published>2003-12-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T12:26:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ICKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/b.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did it in 28&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seconds.&lt;br&gt;I deserved a B!!&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~jwo/lj/quiz/dex.html"&gt;How Dexterous Are You? Quiz&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107065592453148189?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065592453148189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065592453148189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065592453148189' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107065352884707109</id><published>2003-12-05T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T12:27:44.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON COMMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know what is up with haloscans comments?  UPDATE THEY ARE BACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107065352884707109?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065352884707109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065352884707109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065352884707109' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107065079215892563</id><published>2003-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T11:01:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON OTHER NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh- the things that make a mom go "hmmmmmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my son's daddy phase, even tho five minutes after a fit of wanting to be with Daddy, he walks up to me with a "Hi mom" and I said, I'm not talking to you, oooooohhh did I feel bad for letting my hurt feelings stab him back, cus he buckled right down to the floor and bawled, so I leaned down to snuggle him and tell him I was sorry and to tell him I loved him, for him to scream "I wan Daddee"   UGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my middle girls "harrumph" now I don't know if I can describe this, but it's all in her face, she has the perfect show of genuine disappointment, yet never complains, it's an amazing thing, the average kid might through a fit, obviously her little brother would, but she just humps over her shoulders, gets this misty eye look, lowers her lips, and "ahh-harrumph" it's an amazing gesture of quiet calm filled with disappointment, it melts any cold hearted mom, even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my oldest daughter, generous in her aquarian ways, with everyone except me, she'd give the shirt off her back to anyone... an example, someone was handing a little hand treasure out this last weekend, I don't even remember what the item was, but when it was discovered that Ran, my middle daughter hadn't received on, and there weren't anymore, Abi said, "it's ok, she can have mine," and willingly handed it over... she' mature beyond her years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good, bad or indifferent, their mine and I love em. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107065079215892563?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065079215892563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107065079215892563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065079215892563' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107063895720320949</id><published>2003-12-05T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T11:02:30.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BOLOGNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh come on, NOTHING, I admit, I didn't like Romano either, but still NOTHING? that was a poor story line, the biggest antagonist of the show, and that was all they gave him?  LAAAAAAAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and survivor, I only like Krista and Sandra, and now Krista's gone. it always comes to this, I don't think I've ever liked the winner, but maybe once... so all the people I like get voted off, and here I sit still watching it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now onto BLOGGING IT FORWARD, my blog it forward today is &lt;a href="http://www.stfam.com/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;, great stories, great pictures, great family, great kids, etc. etc. goooooo check him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107063895720320949?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107063895720320949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107063895720320949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107063895720320949' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107056904618466125</id><published>2003-12-04T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T12:18:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survivor down to three nights? wow. who goes tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER tonight? think they'll find the pancake tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107056904618466125?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107056904618466125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107056904618466125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107056904618466125' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107055799405511236</id><published>2003-12-04T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T09:15:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ORNAMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which are you? thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.busymom.net/"&gt;busymom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/extraterrestrial/1068039634_masgarland.jpg" border="0" alt="christmas garland"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Christmas Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/extraterrestrial/quizzes/What%20Christmas%20Ornament%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Christmas Ornament are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107055799405511236?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107055799405511236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107055799405511236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055799405511236' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107055429526928140</id><published>2003-12-04T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T08:12:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A FEW THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the stress of waiting and wondering if you're gonna get laid off, sucks&lt;br /&gt;2) pictures are an amazing device for memory keeping, (Disney pictures back and they rock)&lt;br /&gt;2) kids can suck at times. my son is doing a very exaggerated "I WANT DADDY PHASE" and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the middle of the night, crying, I go in, "honey bear, what's the matter?" cries harder "I wan dadee"... I attempt to pick him up, now screaming and flailing, "I wan dadee" fine kid, dump him back in bed crying and get my hubby,  sorry jon, but this is beyond me, I try, he's just into you, and well no matter what I do, doesn't work, so screw it, and I lay there in bed, just listening, with my belly in a knot that mom can't help make his troubles go away. UGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107055429526928140?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107055429526928140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107055429526928140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055429526928140' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107050496240341079</id><published>2003-12-03T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:30:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON COLORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="FF00FF" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are magenta&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#FF00FF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107050496240341079?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107050496240341079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107050496240341079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050496240341079' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107046726498673548</id><published>2003-12-03T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T08:01:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON REALIZATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so I did get some things done, I'm caught back up in my classes, since the vacation, I finished the xmas cards last night, and the laundry is all folded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just leaves putting it all away, grocery shopping, starting some batches of cookies, picking my daughter up from church, sorting the disney pictures for grandma's album, sewing the buttons on my dad's quilt and class tonight.   If I get really good, wrapping some gifts, decorating a little and or actually starting that scrap book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I work till 4 also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. Ha ha ha, if I don't respond tomorrow, send someone to check on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hump day. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107046726498673548?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107046726498673548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107046726498673548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107046726498673548' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107040109025122705</id><published>2003-12-02T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:38:47.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON DECORATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to decorate or not to decorate? this is the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if I'm ten feet under right now: that being, making (a quilt and a scrapbook) gifts, sending out 80 cards, buying gifts, wrapping gifts, making cookies, making two christmas meals, working full time, three kids, and going to school mon-thursday nights, with three finals the 11,16, and 17th, do I really HAVE to decorate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, my daughters said I HAD to.  ugh? can I trust a six year old with a chair, a 6 ft tree and lights? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107040109025122705?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107040109025122705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107040109025122705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040109025122705' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107039805242575474</id><published>2003-12-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T12:49:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON FINDING NEMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Marlin, who are you? thanks &lt;a href="http://www.stfam.com/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054600649_arlinframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are MARLIN!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107039805242575474?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107039805242575474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107039805242575474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039805242575474' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107037998020670875</id><published>2003-12-02T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T07:46:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE TRIP NOW FROM MY POINT OF VIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so bo was sick for the trip, and we didn't get a whole lot of sleep in, but it didn't matter, it was wonderful and I owe it all to my in-laws.  They gave us the vacation and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with the ailments of choking and coughing, the smiles were incredible and the expressions were priceless. My girls loved all aspects of Disney, save maybe the wicked witch from snow white, but otherwise they couldn't stop the bubbles of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bo, did get to enjoy a lot of it, thanks to lots and lots of motrin, and finally some good old Zithromax.  He was enamored with all lights, moving things, and the sounds. everywhere there was sound, truly a world inside of a world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do it again in a second... hope Grandma and Grandpa can afford us again. he he he... THANKS G &amp; G. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107037998020670875?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107037998020670875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107037998020670875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037998020670875' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107037631330364227</id><published>2003-12-02T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T06:45:50.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BUZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/archives/002740.php"&gt;Bo's on Buzz's Blog&lt;/a&gt;... cool cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Buzz, t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107037631330364227?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107037631330364227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107037631330364227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107037631330364227' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107033187380909909</id><published>2003-12-01T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:26:42.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON GUEST POSTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;Buzzstuff&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow, he's having a "kid's" guest posting tomorrow, and you can catch our vacation through my son's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way I'm killing three birds with one stone. you get to meet my baby, I get to hang with some cool people at Buzz's, and tell about our vacation all in one fell swoop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107033187380909909?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107033187380909909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107033187380909909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033187380909909' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107031209157734346</id><published>2003-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:55:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post on our trip to Disney, just give me a minute to get out from under my desk at work and out from under the laundry at home.  My heart is out with my friend right now, and I'm still pissed off about the lies on survivor. but will get to the vacation soon, I promise. and you're gonna love the stories. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107031209157734346?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107031209157734346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107031209157734346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031209157734346' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107029504476445846</id><published>2003-12-01T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:11:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend of 20 years, grandma died. it's a sad moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107029504476445846?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029504476445846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029504476445846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029504476445846' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107029504131614230</id><published>2003-12-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:11:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON RETURNING TO LIFE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, oh man, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the homework pile. my professor, said no worries, it's only one day, I had a friend take notes, FIVE assignments, the teacher is a dink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laundry, incredible, a week for five on vacation, massive, holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and christmas? is that coming soon, I'd forgotten, you know gifts, wrapping, cards, decor, cookies, the meal. ikes, what the hell was I thinking a vacation. HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107029504131614230?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029504131614230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029504131614230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029504131614230' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-107029494648737451</id><published>2003-12-01T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:09:43.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON LIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we say that skinny little piece of *&amp;%S? has got to go. I'm talking about John on survivor. that was soooo not right. got any opinions. the man should be banned, I hope they all pummel him at the reunion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-107029494648737451?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029494648737451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/107029494648737451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029494648737451' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106969833668508460</id><published>2003-11-24T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T11:40:21.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON REALITY CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- to hell with my job, there are babies out there that need our thoughts... so get over yourself, ok this is my reminder to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_shortt_archive.html#106667588580363949"&gt;SHE&lt;/a&gt;, my pal, is back on bedrest, permanently, the don't move a muscle kind, now with a Marginal Placental Bleed (on blinky Oct 20). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo for right now, there are things far more important than my job, please please send her happy thoughts. my job is nothing without my kids, and there is nothing more important then the health of these two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106969833668508460?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106969833668508460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106969833668508460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969833668508460' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106969484700202924</id><published>2003-11-24T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T09:27:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SNOW-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, I'm off, I'm off yeah, we're out of here, 5am... FLORIDA here we come, Mickey get ready to show my kids a good time. Let's hope it's smooth sailing, my daughter already has a cold started, I'm sure it won't be perfect, wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and get this, the new boss, not here yet, maybe he decided to spare me, before my vacation, the axe will fall, next monday... Actually, my dad is going there... to calm the fires. we'll see. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy weekend. be back later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106969484700202924?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106969484700202924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106969484700202924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969484700202924' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106963377211780190</id><published>2003-11-23T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T16:30:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON I BETTER BE QUICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear lots of squealing and thundering feet above me, I've been down here for five minutes and already doors a slamming. so i better get back quick. must read to the end, or skip to the end, theres news there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to report, Alabama concert was OK... but the best part was ROW A on the upper deck, no one in front, no one behind, it was like having box seats we didn't have to pay for, we didn't have to get up and down, it was great. the music, just OK. but then again, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend has been OK as well, we're all packed and ready, I've cleaned, hosted thanksgiving and gotten my homework organized for the next week, now I better get kids to bed, so I can get tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** the news, my new boss, coming to talk to me tomorrow morning, because it seems that since I'm going back to school, that I'm not committed for the long haul, and since I can't travel due to kids and classes that apparently my position isn't entirely necesary. so tomorrow morning, might be the end, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME SOME DAMN LUCK&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106963377211780190?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106963377211780190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106963377211780190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963377211780190' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106943837075443719</id><published>2003-11-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T10:13:17.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ADMISSIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things people should never admit on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my damn zipper just broke... &lt;br /&gt;and I like Neil Diamond    :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106943837075443719?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106943837075443719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106943837075443719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943837075443719' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106942779804870292</id><published>2003-11-21T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:18:20.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON CRAP NEWS AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa is in the hospital. and tho I know age does this, one is never ready, he's 88 tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;my parents are 60+ and I worry about them immensely... I hate this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106942779804870292?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106942779804870292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106942779804870292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942779804870292' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106942515424173432</id><published>2003-11-21T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:16:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, Ruperts gone.  John, that little weasle has got to go, his little smug-ass grin it ticking me off. :0) bye Rupert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ROMANO, got smooshed,... how horrible is that? I mean they could have let him die in the ER. but damn, squashed? icky. tough way to go. and tho he was a JERK, he played a good role. bye Romano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday, my sister turns 40, sunday, born at 1 am... the night JFK was assassinated, crazy huh? my mom, said she cried through the whole delivery, and not cus of my sister, tho we are all crying now cus of it... ha ha ha... LOL... happy day to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALABAMA concert tonight... could someone please tell my hubby that country is DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I'll get dinner out of the deal, without kids again, I know, two weekends in a row? how do I rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy, it's the weekend. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106942515424173432?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106942515424173432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106942515424173432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942515424173432' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106935107191681056</id><published>2003-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:58:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON WAY COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out... &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;BUZZ&lt;/a&gt; just did it again, he's been paying it forward for a while now, but look at this... he just got &lt;a href="http://www.kazoofus.com/"&gt;KATHY at Kazoofus&lt;/a&gt; good.  How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106935107191681056?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106935107191681056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106935107191681056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935107191681056' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106934953329621227</id><published>2003-11-20T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:32:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON THE COUNTDOWN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- it's thursday. lots to talk about, since I've been a bit lame at my posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wiped out with my son this morning, and in doing so, I throw down my life to keep him from plowing his head into the pavement, he's two inches from the ground, I'm shaking and I ask, "are you ok," and this little guy, plain as day, says "NO", instead of crying which I really wanted to do, I burst out laughing.  kids make it all ok sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) job update: I'm still here, so I guess... my dad is very quiet in his office and I hate that. we still have no money, the bank took care of that, and the new owners are proving to be very different and very difficult... help us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) school is good, kids are good (for today), xmas shopping is on track, quilt for my dad is nearing completion, and turkey dinner is set, I have to finish the packing tho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) TV: who's off Survivor? who's off ER for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day all t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106934953329621227?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106934953329621227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106934953329621227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106934953329621227' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106926313141268713</id><published>2003-11-19T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T09:32:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all you smarty pants out there... I'm having a hell of a time getting to MAC at thegofish.com... she says her new skin is a purple old lady, and I'm still seeing the old goldfish... I get updates for her on bloglines... but if I try to get to her it's an old skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've talked about it, I've deleted and refed her from bloglines, I've deleted and rerolled her from blogrolling, I've typed it in directly from my explorer and I've dumped all my cookies and for somereason I can't get to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is it? someone tell me how to fix my skeletons. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106926313141268713?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106926313141268713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106926313141268713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926313141268713' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106925567651971771</id><published>2003-11-19T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T07:28:21.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON CHANGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard the colloquial phrase during a buyout, "we like your company just the way it is?" &lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA LOL... here come the changes... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106925567651971771?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106925567651971771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106925567651971771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925567651971771' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106919036259271604</id><published>2003-11-18T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:19:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone with any experience on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invetro Fertilization?&lt;br /&gt;Lyme's Disease?&lt;br /&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell all. t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106919036259271604?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106919036259271604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106919036259271604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919036259271604' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106918064013246194</id><published>2003-11-18T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:37:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON BEING BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so for right now, I'm out from under at least three feet of that previously mentioned work pile, my chem test is done, and I'm feeling a bit like I can handle things again. ha ha ha LOL, that's till the next kid gets sick and I lose sleep and get behind again. But hell today, I'm all about positive thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, my brother, got me a volunteer position at his clinic, so that I can gain some patient experience hours... I'm so excited... I will do patient welcome, bring them to a room, weigh them, and get their chief complaint or reason for visit... and then with some more time, do temp and BP... wow look at me,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday I will grow up and be something other then a pansy who works for her daddy... I say that with love, it's been a great 10 years.  and I've learned a lot, but it's time to move on tho. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106918064013246194?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106918064013246194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106918064013246194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918064013246194' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106909609413813470</id><published>2003-11-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T11:08:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON INTERFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any of you with baby monitors out there? ever discovered you've been listening to the wrong house? I did last night, for an hour last night I tried to figure out which of my kids was doing all the coughing that I was listening to on the monitor... mmmm none, must have been a neighbor kid, and let me tell you, the parent should get smucked for not giving that kid some cough meds. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106909609413813470?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106909609413813470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106909609413813470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909609413813470' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106909599384370738</id><published>2003-11-17T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T11:07:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A LONG WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday, I'm under a mound of papers at work, I have a chem test tonight, my daughters birthday is wed, I have class till thursday friday night we're doing a concert, then sat is thanksgiving at my house, and tuesday I leave out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M OUT OF CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's all good, some happy things have been trickling in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the ups of the weekend, my daughters party with friends, what a hoot, I snapped pictures the whole time to figure out no film in the freaking camera. ugh, bad bad bad mommy, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.solera-restaurant.com/?src=overture"&gt;SOLERA&lt;/a&gt;, mpls, mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm good, way good, go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/venue/49292/"&gt;MAMA MIA&lt;/a&gt;... ohhhhhh my, it was the best, my recommendations... better get there, now as quick as you can, still running until Dec 7th, THE BEST.  THE BEST, did I say it was THE BEST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all good.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106909599384370738?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106909599384370738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106909599384370738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909599384370738' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106883464136185391</id><published>2003-11-14T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:31:01.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SOME GOOD NEWS PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe all the crap news out there... I'd like someone to throw open the door, call on the phone, walk in the office with something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won the lottery, my sister just got accepted, my family got a new house, my kids are getting an award&lt;/em&gt; anything that is good news. PERIOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of tearful phone calls, I'm sad for all my family and friends.  WE NEED SOME HAPPY NEWS&gt;&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here you all have it, comment all your good shit, so maybe it can rub off on us... :0) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106883464136185391?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883464136185391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883464136185391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883464136185391' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106883456618042609</id><published>2003-11-14T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:29:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's gonna die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106883456618042609?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883456618042609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883456618042609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883456618042609' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106883454937450657</id><published>2003-11-14T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:29:29.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SURVIVOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you Ryno. been nice knowing ya. and mmm hello, if you'll wanted RUPERT off, why did let him get immunity? DUH? besides don't mess with my Rupert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106883454937450657?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883454937450657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883454937450657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883454937450657' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106883447366094741</id><published>2003-11-14T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:30:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ANOTHER DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called her hubby's back in the hospital, my other friend called, her husband has Lyme's disease, and my cousin has a nasty ovarian cyst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106883447366094741?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883447366094741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106883447366094741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883447366094741' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106874308079634902</id><published>2003-11-13T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T09:04:59.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON DOGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after talking about my dogs, I decided to post pix of them, go see, under animals. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106874308079634902?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106874308079634902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106874308079634902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874308079634902' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106873556523093370</id><published>2003-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T06:59:44.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON MEN BREASTFEEDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta go read &lt;a href="http://www.beingdaddy.com/archives/000684.html"&gt;ON BEING DADDY&lt;/a&gt;, ha ha, funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106873556523093370?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106873556523093370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106873556523093370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873556523093370' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106873529499124943</id><published>2003-11-13T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T06:55:14.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy cow have you seen the ad for ER tonight? wow, I'm sooooo excited, to be done with class tonight, have a late dinner, of homemade stew and snuggle up for ER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be post a long night with BO, who was either teething or nightmaring, but I slept on his floor, while he tossed and turned from 3:45 on, saying No no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy, and poor me, me feet were numb this morning, from freezing on the floor and lack of circulation. ugh. all good, another day. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106873529499124943?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106873529499124943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106873529499124943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873529499124943' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106867101161762831</id><published>2003-11-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T13:09:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON ADORABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all got to see this: see new pix at right, go to friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho the little guy is my youngest nephew, I wanted you all to be able to find it quick... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106867101161762831?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106867101161762831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106867101161762831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867101161762831' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592804.post-106866245223990316</id><published>2003-11-12T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T10:40:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON SNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack this kind of wet shit, not for me, give me snow, lots and lots of fluffy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592804-106866245223990316?l=shortt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106866245223990316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592804/posts/default/106866245223990316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106866245223990316' title=''/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04061961062136429247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
