<?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-19033650</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:26:51.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>494</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2335128401458053612</id><published>2008-07-07T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:59:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I have your attention?</title><content type='html'>It seems I'm changing/moving in every aspect of my life!  I will no longer be posting here at blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autumnsmom.com/"&gt;Follow the yellow brick road&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to change your blogroll.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon PLEASE?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2335128401458053612?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2335128401458053612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2335128401458053612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2335128401458053612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2335128401458053612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/07/may-i-have-your-attention.html' title='May I have your attention?'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8922489303196528571</id><published>2008-07-03T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:48:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGzyl6ai8UI/AAAAAAAAATo/TWeZA6RNUPg/s1600-h/4th+of+july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGzyl6ai8UI/AAAAAAAAATo/TWeZA6RNUPg/s320/4th+of+july.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218812801365242178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting tomorrow, so I wanted to wish everyone a Happy 4th of July!  What are your plans??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have Autumn with us this weekend, and she's going on a sleep over tonight.  Wahooooo no kids!!  We'll be spending the 4th with friends eating hamburgers and potato salad and lighting sparklers.  You know, the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about a month away from the wedding.  There are a few things we had to cut out due to finances (no food and booze were not one of them, so don't worry).  I've yet to even come close to resembling a bridezilla, J is so lucky!  But like I said, we are still a month away.  BWAHAHAHAHAHA  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely shower this past weekend.  The weather was gorgeous and the smoke cleared a bit so we could see the sky again.  I received many lovely gifts, including picture frames, a toaster, popcorn machine, towels and coochie cream.  Yes, you read that right.  That's what it said on the bottle.  And my girlfriend who bought it for me was sitting right behind my mother.  We all had a good laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more shower to attend, put on by my future MIL in July.  I know, I sound incredibly spoiled but you know what?  Shoot, I can't lie.  I am spoiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8922489303196528571?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8922489303196528571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8922489303196528571&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8922489303196528571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8922489303196528571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-3rd-of-july.html' title='Happy 3rd of July'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGzyl6ai8UI/AAAAAAAAATo/TWeZA6RNUPg/s72-c/4th+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-411163582050281192</id><published>2008-06-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:34:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGERbGHE8GI/AAAAAAAAASw/Lht0lpuxwwg/s1600-h/100_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGERbGHE8GI/AAAAAAAAASw/Lht0lpuxwwg/s320/100_1830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469000666181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the twins turn 11!  We started a little celebrating last night and will continue on into today with more presents, pizza and cupcakes.  Today as a coincidence, they are on their last field trip of the school year.  How's that for perfect timing.  I hope they are having the best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weekends ago we went to Six Flags Discovery Kingdon (known as Marine World to us old timers).  My favorite site to visit is the butterfly house.  I let #1 son have the camera and he took some great pictures of butterflies that I promised to share.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGEThiJTh8I/AAAAAAAAATY/lsreQ_cZGZ4/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGEThiJTh8I/AAAAAAAAATY/lsreQ_cZGZ4/s320/100_1848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215471310294190018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXBOwd4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SN3Z9vlO_LA/s1600-h/100_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXBOwd4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SN3Z9vlO_LA/s320/100_1842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215471129659996034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXhLEOQI/AAAAAAAAATA/nv81L-DECAc/s1600-h/100_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXhLEOQI/AAAAAAAAATA/nv81L-DECAc/s320/100_1849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215471138234448130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXy-9EPI/AAAAAAAAATI/A3qwndJzl1M/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETXy-9EPI/AAAAAAAAATI/A3qwndJzl1M/s320/100_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215471143015485682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETYIaU4nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sIDiIJo_dWs/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGETYIaU4nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sIDiIJo_dWs/s320/100_1841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215471148767437426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This last picture is of a preserved moth.  He was bigger than the kids hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-411163582050281192?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/411163582050281192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=411163582050281192&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/411163582050281192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/411163582050281192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-twins.html' title='Happy Birthday Twins'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SGERbGHE8GI/AAAAAAAAASw/Lht0lpuxwwg/s72-c/100_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2183410820795653927</id><published>2008-06-23T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:28:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Questions</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday to you.  The air is so thick with ash up here in Northern California it's hard to breath!  I now know what it must feel like to smoke, and I don't like it.  Since I don't really want to talk about wildfires, I'm stealing this meme from &lt;a href="http://www.lifeonmanitoulin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago my daughter was 4.  She was so stinkin cute, but a little she devil!  She had the most incredible big blue eyes I'd ever seen.  I was working, commuting and dealing with a very bizarre daycare provider.  She had a weird obsession with my daughter, maybe because she'd never had a daughter of her own.  I had to break it off with her after she told me that I needed to call before I came over early to pick up Autumn.  Can you say SUSPICIOUS???  It turned out, it was because her husband, who'd been laid off was home all the time now and he smoked in front of the children.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 6 things on my to-do list for today (tomorrow)?&lt;br /&gt;1. Go To work&lt;br /&gt;2. Do some work&lt;br /&gt;3. Chat with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Go out to special lunch with friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Come home to lovely family&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to wayward daughter who is on vacation with her dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks I enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;1.  Humus!  (ok it's first on my mind cuz I had the yummiest humus at Julie's house yesterday, thanks Ted!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Baked sour cream and cheddar chips&lt;br /&gt;3.  Strawberries or cherries or watermelon or canteloupe&lt;br /&gt;4.  Any type of bread&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chex mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's torture to think about something that is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;I'd throw a big ass party and invite you ALL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have lived?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to list everywhere..I always worry that these things are ways for identity thieves to get your personal information!!  I will say though, that I've never lived more than 25 miles away from where I live right now.  How boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you name your blog?&lt;br /&gt;Mine started as a way for me to tell funny stories about my daughter.  I'm thinking of renaming it now that I'm a mom to MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I tagging and do I want to know more about ?&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2183410820795653927?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2183410820795653927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2183410820795653927&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2183410820795653927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2183410820795653927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-questions.html' title='6 Questions'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2517503871851186984</id><published>2008-06-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:45:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wrong</title><content type='html'>I read an &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,369044,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today about a 12 year old girl from Canada who sued her father over a punishment and got her punishment overturned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read further with an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, did they lock their kid in a dungeon?  Take away her dinner?  I mean, really it had to be something really bad, right?  I read through the article , and they felt like I had to shake my computer to see if there was anything else to this story.  There wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's been a behavior problem, she's going on the internet when she's not supposed to, posting naughty pictures of herself and her parents have grounded her and they removed the privilege of going on a school field trip.  Bravo to them.  Then this brat somehow takes her parents to court to sue them over their audacity to care about her.  She must have cried some pretty big crocodile tears for this judge to overturn her punishment.  Too excessive?  Really?  I know this happened in Canada, but seriously, I don't think it's too far fetched to think that this could happen right here in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of message is this sending??  If I send my kid to her room, am I going to get served the next day for cruel and unusual punishment?  I can just imagine the gloat on this girls face.  Of course I can't help picturing my own daughter.  If this were my daughter, I'd think of emancipating her sorry butt and see how she really likes the big, bad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File this one under WTF?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2517503871851186984?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2517503871851186984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2517503871851186984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2517503871851186984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2517503871851186984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-wrong.html' title='So Wrong'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4160830469289806805</id><published>2008-06-18T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:14:06.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Come Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFkzLI2jFGI/AAAAAAAAASo/w4hVMvluOH4/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFkzLI2jFGI/AAAAAAAAASo/w4hVMvluOH4/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213254310105912418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've come full circle.  We are in the process of renting a house in my old neighborhood.  We finally came to a decision as to where we are going to live and I'm happy to say it's right where I've been.  I'm such a creature of habit and not very fond of lots of changes.  Staying here for me, makes the other transitions of living for 5 other people a little bit easier!  We've rented a four bedroom house next door to my good friend and her daughter who is Autumn's good friend.  The other options just didn't end up making as good a sense as this does.  And we've had some other challenges that would have made it very difficult to rent elsewhere.  We really lucked out with this one, it's a friend of a friend's house and no matter what the credit check comes back with, we are Owner Approved.  Hallelujah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping we settle in for a nice long hot summer.  Well, maybe not so long and definitely not so hot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4160830469289806805?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4160830469289806805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4160830469289806805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4160830469289806805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4160830469289806805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-come-full-circle.html' title='I&apos;ve Come Full Circle'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFkzLI2jFGI/AAAAAAAAASo/w4hVMvluOH4/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7430299856036958895</id><published>2008-06-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:36:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences</title><content type='html'>My dear friend &lt;a href="http://jellyjules.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; lost her mom this weekend to congestive heart failure.  I'd never met her mom, just knew her through her &lt;a href="http://mayagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and through Julie of course.  She has so many wonderful stories that she was able write about before she was sick.  If you have a chance, please go check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie has been having some real hard times as of late, but through it all, has always found the good that also comes along with the bad.  It's never easy to lose a parent.  It's something we all know we will go through some day, something we dread.  Sometimes we can see it coming and sometimes it takes us by complete surprise.  Either way, it's never easy.  I guess we can say that the suffering as we knew it is over, and now the healing can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules, I'm glad you have your family surrounding you.  I know you'll be ok, eventually.  I picture you mom like you described in your dream, and where ever she is she's patting herself on her self on the back because she raised a wonderful daughter in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7430299856036958895?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7430299856036958895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7430299856036958895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7430299856036958895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7430299856036958895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/condolences.html' title='Condolences'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7067230163984201631</id><published>2008-06-13T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:57:15.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Tell Me It's Going To Be a Shitty Friday The 13th</title><content type='html'>I'm not superstitious.  Much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up to a beautiful Friday morning, only to find someone had been sick during the night.  All Over The Bathroom.  Half the kids are sick with one thing or another.  One has an ear infection and the other in the doctors office today getting throat culture and hopefully a negatory on the stink eye.  Sigh.  We have free tix to an amusement park good only for tomorrow.  I'm hoping everyone can pull their selves together for our trip.  It won't be a complete loss because the tix were a gift, but the kids are pretty excited about going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let a little sickness ruin my day though.  My daughter is finishing her last day of the seventh grade today.  Next year is going to be a big year.  Our junior high ends at 8th grade.  As did my school growing up.  I remember thinking I was IT in 8th grade.  I could digress into the summer of 1983 but I won't.  You were there. I hope they have a wonderful summer.  We have decided to remain living here where I'm currently living and find a bigger place to house our monkeys.  Autumn and I are relieved and the other kids I hope for the most part are excited about our being a family here.  They spend a lot of time here and are getting used to it slowly but surely.  The advantages to living here as opposed to where they were is the small size.  They are free to roam about the place, visit the city pool, parks and library all within walking distance.  I hope they begin to make friends this summer before starting their new schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I mourn the passing of another school year and am sad that I'm another year closer to Autumn flying from the nest, but I'm truly looking forward to her and our #1 son going into the new school year.  It's going to be a great year filled with academics, dances and they will have the opportunity to go to Washington DC or Japan.  Ok, my kids won't have the Japan option, because I can't let go that much but it's offered.  I look forward to Autumn having 3 of her siblings at her school and her being able to share her specific experience with her closest brother.  Our #1 son is quickly becoming acclimated to her life and friends.  I'm finding it hard to talk about them without giving you their specific names.  Henceforth, they shall be known as 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing here...&lt;br /&gt;I bought these on our last trip to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFKlZiUNIVI/AAAAAAAAASY/88prn_eitJo/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFKlZiUNIVI/AAAAAAAAASY/88prn_eitJo/s320/disney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211409576947949906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One representing each of us and our fat cat line across my back windshield, goes about halfway across.  We were coming out of Target the other night and saw a family checking the stickers out.  As they walked away, their youngest child said aloud, "Geez that's a lot of kids!"  Yes, Timmy.  It is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7067230163984201631?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7067230163984201631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7067230163984201631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7067230163984201631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7067230163984201631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-tell-me-its-going-to-be.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Tell Me It&apos;s Going To Be a Shitty Friday The 13th'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SFKlZiUNIVI/AAAAAAAAASY/88prn_eitJo/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5547124616357840733</id><published>2008-06-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:21:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not One, But THREE..shoot make that four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE6dpDcXNEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0aN_vWbCcE4/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE6dpDcXNEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0aN_vWbCcE4/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275147538707522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky in love.  I have a wonderful Mother who has always been there for me.  And I have an awesome future husband who is my everything.  They both share a birthday today!  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mom, I hope you are relaxing today.  Crank the air up.  Maybe go dip your toes in the pool!  I had a great time at dinner Friday, I hope you did too. I love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lover, have fun at lunch today with your mom.  I hope she gets you something good. (haha)  Have a great birthday.  This is our first time celebrating birthday's together...I hope we have many many many more to come.  MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  A special shout out to &lt;a href="http://starshinereport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starshine's Hubs&lt;/a&gt; who ALSO is celebrating a birthday today!  Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS  My dear friend &lt;a href="http://benandlizhenry.com/liz/"&gt;Tommy's Mommy&lt;/a&gt; reminded me that Tommy's Daddy is also celebrating a birthday today.  SHEESH!  (good thing he doesn't read my blog!)  Anyway, Happy Birthday Baby Fish Mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5547124616357840733?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5547124616357840733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5547124616357840733&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5547124616357840733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5547124616357840733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-one-but-three.html' title='Not One, But THREE..shoot make that four'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE6dpDcXNEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0aN_vWbCcE4/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3174457440820967966</id><published>2008-06-09T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:21:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Cowgirl!</title><content type='html'>Autumn and I visited a friend who has a ranch yesterday.  The ranch itself was simple and beautiful.  They've had this property in their family for over 125 years.  Her grandmother still lives there and now her sister is running things.  She raises horses, boards them and they have some cattle.  She also travels up to Alaska every summer, where she gives tours by horseback.  We had a nice visit and Autumn immersed herself into the life of a cowgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2dxxNIyhI/AAAAAAAAARw/cYmvtouX2G8/s1600-h/horse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2dxxNIyhI/AAAAAAAAARw/cYmvtouX2G8/s320/horse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209993822285122066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2dyMjXFFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CFCtGFLEH40/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2dyMjXFFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CFCtGFLEH40/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209993829626090578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Autumn riding Amber, which is funny because a lot of people get Autumn's name confused and call her Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2d7gg9YvI/AAAAAAAAASA/jbAQBnrQEus/s1600-h/calf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2d7gg9YvI/AAAAAAAAASA/jbAQBnrQEus/s320/calf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209993989603549938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2d8LnCtdI/AAAAAAAAASI/RftUj13vqa8/s1600-h/calf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2d8LnCtdI/AAAAAAAAASI/RftUj13vqa8/s320/calf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994001171789266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This little baby was born and needed some help coming into the world (backwards).  The mama never came back for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3174457440820967966?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3174457440820967966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3174457440820967966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3174457440820967966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3174457440820967966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-be-cowgirl.html' title='I Wanna Be A Cowgirl!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SE2dxxNIyhI/AAAAAAAAARw/cYmvtouX2G8/s72-c/horse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4542381126028144686</id><published>2008-06-06T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:10:43.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day.  I seem to have left all those worries with yesterday and am moving forward into today with a fresh attitude.  I have the weekend to look forward to with my love and my daughter.  We are going to dinner tonight with my mom for her and J's birthday to a yummy pasta place I haven't been to in ages.  We are also making a quick stop at the chiropractor.  My back has been screaming and it will be nice to give it a little attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll probably go looking for J's wedding ring and see a movie.  Something nice and relaxing.  Sunday we are going to go to church where J has applied for a job.    Boy I wish they call him!!  Please think good thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends who have been so supportive.  I've been a big whiner.  Thanks for being there for me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SElhXrMwUVI/AAAAAAAAARY/H2vqdQbXL0c/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SElhXrMwUVI/AAAAAAAAARY/H2vqdQbXL0c/s320/kisses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208801503391797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4542381126028144686?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4542381126028144686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4542381126028144686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4542381126028144686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4542381126028144686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SElhXrMwUVI/AAAAAAAAARY/H2vqdQbXL0c/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-718655684503109683</id><published>2008-06-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:27:00.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEgTeaA7XbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0x8HlUFo09k/s1600-h/chicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEgTeaA7XbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0x8HlUFo09k/s320/chicks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208434382154194354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months now, it's worked out that we have had all five of our kids every weekend and mostly during the week.  Funny how things work out.  I would tell J, when we were feeling a little like we were at our wits end, If we'd have met and married 14 years, we'd have five kids and they would be living with us every single day.  Of course, he must know that if he'd met and married me back then, we wouldn't have five kids now because my uterus wasn't build like that.  As of yesterday, some of our kids will be with their other parent every other weekend.  And in July, we will have everyone on the same schedule and be ALONE every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, this is a pretty fantastic thing, when you have someone you want to just be alone with locked in a room for three days straight.  But the reality is that when your chicks are gone, you just worry.  You worry that your kids are going to be taken care of as good as they are at home.  When you try to hard not to speak as freely about the other parent in front of your kids, you wonder if they are giving you the same courtesy.  Are they brushing their teeth?  Are they ok?  Are they crying themselves to sleep because being there is just not the same as being at home?  Is that parent going to call every single night because she doesn't have socks for the kids??  Sigh, is their evil step monster trying to convince your child they have tourette syndrome??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll all be fine as we transition into this new phase.  I know this is what happens with divorce.  I guess when you are living in hell, you have to try and find a way to trade up.  To a new level of hell.  I hope they are all having a good time.  And that they will be back in my nest, safe and sound, Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-718655684503109683?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/718655684503109683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=718655684503109683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/718655684503109683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/718655684503109683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-couple-of-months-now-its-worked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEgTeaA7XbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0x8HlUFo09k/s72-c/chicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4865123587166611230</id><published>2008-06-04T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:42:15.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where She Got A Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEayGh8JOXI/AAAAAAAAARE/7OED9zTUy3s/s1600-h/100_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEayGh8JOXI/AAAAAAAAARE/7OED9zTUy3s/s320/100_1822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208045844360149362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine's Tattoo Party&lt;/a&gt;.  Some peeps submitted photo's and stories of their Tat's, please go over and read some great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't categorize mine as a great story, but maybe a more typical one.  And it totally gives you a picture of who I am.  I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for awhile but really had no idea what I wanted other than something that would wrap around my ankle.  Not original for sure, but I wanted it to be somewhere I could see it every day.  I'm trying to remember how long I toyed with the idea.  There were several people in my life who were thinking about getting tat's, one being my SIL.  One regret was not going with her, cuz that would have been a fun bonding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been also talking with some girls at work about getting inked.  Our jobs were coming to an end, and we were all waiting for the layoffs.  This left us with a lot of time on our hands to fill between 9 to 5.  One guy, with a LOT of tat's suggested a place in San Francisco that was really good and I liked the idea of going somewhere cool and also going to a place that had a good reputation.  I remember a night during the week, discussing tattoos and my ex husband really being a dick about it.  "What?  You are NOT going to get a Tattoo.  They are slutty, is that the kind of example you want to set for our daughter??"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  If the worst thing she wants is a tattoo, I'll take her when she's 18 myself.  He really didn't think I'd go through with it being the big wimp that I am, but the thought of him belittling me and telling me not to...was just what I needed to do it!  Within days, 3 co-workers and I went to San Francisco and got our tat's.  I pretty much just picked something off the wall that I thought was cute.  A daisy chain.  It was supposed to have a little vine-age and maybe a butterfly but I really couldn't take the pain!  I got through the outlining, white knuckling it and the guy knew I wasn't going to make it.  He inked me in about 20 minutes bless his heart!  What kept me going the whole time was my stubbornness and the fact that I thought my co-worker would kick my ass if she got a tattoo and I chickened out (kinda reminds me of a friends episode!)  I came home triumphantly that night and stuck my ankle in his face with a HA!  I'm sure he had a few more choice words, which I have now completely blocked out of my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to love my tattoo and my choice in the daisy, which has become my favorite flower.  My wedding flowers will be daisies.  I love my tat and it's become a part of who I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a note to the wise...don't ever tell me I can't do something.  Because I can and I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4865123587166611230?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4865123587166611230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4865123587166611230&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4865123587166611230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4865123587166611230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-where-she-got-tattoo.html' title='The One Where She Got A Tattoo'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEayGh8JOXI/AAAAAAAAARE/7OED9zTUy3s/s72-c/100_1822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-939892039148892051</id><published>2008-06-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:31:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Doesn't Love a Little Sunshine??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEQtPrNsgbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/63uFKYbHawM/s1600-h/tattoobutton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEQtPrNsgbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/63uFKYbHawM/s320/tattoobutton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207336816468591026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; is having a little tattoo party..and I'm there man!  So go check it out if you feel so inclined.  I think it's fun to start off a Monday and a new month with a little party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one so far that I got about 8 years ago.  I've been toying with the idea of getting two more.  One would be something special that J and I would get together.  The other is a rosary which would be something special for me, my mom and the Big Guy.  That one will take a little more thought and gumption.  I want like it on the back of my neck and I'm pretty much a wimp.  I remember the pain of getting the first one and like childbirth, it may scare me into being having an only child and an only tattoo.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tattoo?  Or maybe thinking of getting one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-939892039148892051?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/939892039148892051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=939892039148892051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/939892039148892051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/939892039148892051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-doesnt-love-little-sunshine.html' title='Who Doesn&apos;t Love a Little Sunshine??'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SEQtPrNsgbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/63uFKYbHawM/s72-c/tattoobutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-24457668161206252</id><published>2008-05-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:15:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Project with Adam Sandler</title><content type='html'>I was goofing around in IMDB today.  I think it's funny when they list a new movie for an actor and they have no idea what it is but it stars Adam Sandler.  I wish I could say, I've been on hiatus from my blog because of my upcoming untitled project with Adam Sandler.  Would you like me more?  Or less.  Is it because of Adam Sandler?  Cuz I can kick that bitch to the curb for you Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been toiling all week trying to find the time to post something on this blasted thing.  I decided to join &lt;a href="http://andthepursuitofhappiness.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-tattoo.html"&gt;Sunshine's Tattoo Party&lt;/a&gt; and then I thought why do I do this to myself?  I'm already having trouble on this sinking ship why draw attention to myself???  Anyway, check her out next week and I promise to tell you the story behind my tattoo.  I'll try to fabricate something extra special to make it seem more interesting that it actually was.  Here's a hint, my tat is NOT ON MY BUTT.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.  Even though we ALL know there is...but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my upcoming untitled project.  I lied.  It doesn't star Adam Sandler.  He won't return my calls and I received a restraining order this morning which I'm violating right now by even posting his name here.  Why won't you love me Adam???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project is actually moving.  My future life mate and I do not reside together, but it's getting to be that time in our lives, since were are getting hitched and all..that we think about shacking up.  It's hard enough to choose the right place you want to settle down, but to have stupid time constraints like when school years begin isn't helping.  There are probably about three possibilities right now we are mulling over (and my mulling I mean arguing, whining, crying, farting, spitting..I could go on.  Actually J could because I know he's tired of the farting for sure) and every fucking one of them has a different school schedule.  When did every school decide, to break with tradition and close their eyes and pick the most jacked up schedules ever assembled by humans?  Whatever happened to back to school the day after labor day?  That was such a happy time.  You literally had the WHOLE summer to goof off!  and you didn't have to go back until September!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems to make no sense at all.  Where I live school starts towards the end of August on a Wednesday.  Why a Wednesday?  Is it really too hard for the children to wake up Monday and go to school?  Um, cuz when they get older, I'm pretty sure they'll need to wake up on Monday and go to college.  And then their job.  So WTF are we preparing them for??  Other than that, what I like is that the entire district is on the same page.  Our kids will be at two different schools, but they all start on the same days and have the same holiday schedules.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another prospect is to move close to where J lives.  Great.  They start school August 11.  We are making progress, because it's a Monday and all.  But I won't even be back from my honeymoon on August 11.  Sheesh   Why must we have year round, modified tradition and traditional all in the same school district?  Are they trying to give parents more stress in their lives?  Because I'm already walking like Tweak on South Park and I don't drink coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third prospect just sux and I don't even want to discuss it except that it includes two separate school start dates in two different months.  I'm sorry, I just can't wrap my little brain around that right now.  Shakes head in twitch motion to the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-24457668161206252?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/24457668161206252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=24457668161206252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/24457668161206252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/24457668161206252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/untitled-project-with-adam-sandler.html' title='Untitled Project with Adam Sandler'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7578835741164302503</id><published>2008-05-22T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:49:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDWh-1KwPiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M0q9Wt7nMSE/s1600-h/indy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDWh-1KwPiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M0q9Wt7nMSE/s320/indy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243045292621346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be going to see the new Indiana Jones movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a fan of these movies, but I must agree with &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080518/REVIEWS/969461084/1023"&gt;Roger Ebert&lt;/a&gt; that Raiders of the Lost Ark is the ultimate best of the series.  Sidebar here, but I am such a fan of Rogers.  I take his review into consideration when I am checking out a new flick.  What am going to do when he's gone???  Here's hoping he's going to be around for awhile longer!  Anyway, Roger says that Harrison looks the same as he did in the last few movies...which is amazing to me because he looks pretty worn out to me.  Must be the hat?  (must remember this for my own old age.  BUY A HAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is going to see the movie Friday night without Autumn and I.  We will be spending time with LynnDenise and hopefully shopping.  I'll be sad to miss the flick, but if it's good enough, J will go again and see it with just me.  Unless there is some sort of dark and sinister forces from beyond the grave, Autumn won't be interested.  She has become a fan of the macabre.  Kinda matches her hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7578835741164302503?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7578835741164302503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7578835741164302503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7578835741164302503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7578835741164302503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones.html' title='Indiana Jones'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDWh-1KwPiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M0q9Wt7nMSE/s72-c/indy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2360020145069804551</id><published>2008-05-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:29:43.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDGnyjluF2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0P_FDye5kqM/s1600-h/thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDGnyjluF2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0P_FDye5kqM/s320/thank+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202123531578382178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first bridal shower this weekend and it was lovely!  It was an intimate gathering of myself, Cherry, Lizzie and Julie.  We lunched at Chevy's.  We sat by the door so it was a little hot in there.  I only was able to gulp down one weak margarita.  I ended up back at Chevy's last night and they were MUCHO stronger.  I still only had one but was pretty much passed out in the car on the way home.  I told J, ask me anything you want now...cuz you may not get this opportunity again.  ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to thank my dear friends for spending the time with me.  I LOVE the showering.  They know me well, I received lots of margarita glasses and pizza accessories!  whoooooo!  I think they are trying to tell me they'd like an invite over for drinks and a slice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDGqyDluF3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kiZm_5mSdRI/s1600-h/100_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDGqyDluF3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kiZm_5mSdRI/s320/100_1820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202126821523330930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Julie, me and Cherry.  Sorry Lizzie!!!  (she had to go before pic was taken.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2360020145069804551?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2360020145069804551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2360020145069804551&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2360020145069804551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2360020145069804551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-my-first-bridal-shower-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SDGnyjluF2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/0P_FDye5kqM/s72-c/thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7213499122964055217</id><published>2008-05-16T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:24:23.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for Weekend</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be my post for W last month.  I still want to post it so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures of our weekend in LA and our trip to Disneyland.  We had a great time.  We stayed with some friends and all of our kids got along well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3ddDluFwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePv495Xc1VE/s1600-h/100_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3ddDluFwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePv495Xc1VE/s320/100_1742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201056635932251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3ddzluFxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hNZimNjQ75M/s1600-h/100_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3ddzluFxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hNZimNjQ75M/s320/100_1748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201056648817153810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All strapped into the minivan ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eMDluFyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7Y0ONGEaULQ/s1600-h/100_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eMDluFyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7Y0ONGEaULQ/s320/100_1804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201057443386103586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mi Familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eMjluFzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BpssmuKXvlE/s1600-h/100_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eMjluFzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BpssmuKXvlE/s320/100_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201057451976038194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is my favorite pic of Aut and her little baby doll Josh. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eNDluF0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xJe8CHdphIA/s1600-h/100_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3eNDluF0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xJe8CHdphIA/s320/100_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201057460565972802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do I HAVE to wear these ears???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3fMTluF1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/u_RGUVTaLTI/s1600-h/100_1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3fMTluF1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/u_RGUVTaLTI/s320/100_1818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201058547192698706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Say Cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7213499122964055217?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7213499122964055217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7213499122964055217&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7213499122964055217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7213499122964055217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/w-is-for-weekend.html' title='W is for Weekend'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SC3ddDluFwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ePv495Xc1VE/s72-c/100_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6645633626436826346</id><published>2008-05-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:10:15.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Still Fits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SChl0jluFvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ftKwd9e-7QU/s1600-h/dress5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SChl0jluFvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ftKwd9e-7QU/s320/dress5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199517723380291314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had my fitting for my wedding dress.  My two lovlies, Cherry and Lizzie, came with me.  Thankfully the thing still zips!  whoop Whoop.  The fitting was good.  The cost, not so much.  They have to move some of the flowers up a little from the bottom as a part of the hem and I have four loops to my bustle to cover my big ass.  But all is well. Dress will be ready in July.  After, we had a nice visit at Starbucks where we watched little baby Carline try to climb the wall.  She's a busy little Bee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the best Mother's Day ever.  My family made me breakfast in bed, brought me a bouquet of daisies, and wrote me a wonderful card.  It was so beautiful and thoughtful, I'm not used to such a fuss.  We spent the rest of the day lounging..then left for a late lunch at Mary's Pizza Shack.  They were giving away free Mud Pies to all the moms.  YUM  I couldn't have asked for a nicer day.  Thanks future hubby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6645633626436826346?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6645633626436826346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6645633626436826346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6645633626436826346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6645633626436826346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-still-fits.html' title='It Still Fits!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SChl0jluFvI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ftKwd9e-7QU/s72-c/dress5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4408804767619809569</id><published>2008-05-08T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:14:12.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCM_8tAOApI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R5tTgbnOUyM/s1600-h/coca-cola_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCM_8tAOApI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R5tTgbnOUyM/s320/coca-cola_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198068707020898962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this date in 1886, John Stith Pemberton invented coca cola.  He was a pharmacist who's intention with the elixir was to cure headaches and calm nervousness.  He marketed the beverage as 'delicious, refreshing, exhilarating, invigorating' and touted as a 'valuable brain tonic' that would cure headaches, relieve exhaustion and calm nerves. Another interesting tidbit is that the original formula supposedly called for 8.46 mg of cocaine.  Wikipedia says the average "dose" of the street drug is 20-30mg.   hmmm  just enough to get you addicted?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Pemberton died two years later, plagued by heath problems and addiction to Morphine and Opium.  He sold the rights to the formula before his passing and his family did not reap the rewards of this significant invention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be filed under DUMBASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4408804767619809569?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4408804767619809569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4408804767619809569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4408804767619809569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4408804767619809569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/coca-cola.html' title='Coca Cola'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCM_8tAOApI/AAAAAAAAAPk/R5tTgbnOUyM/s72-c/coca-cola_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1151962986565557797</id><published>2008-05-07T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:13:38.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCHVAdAOAoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EUxxEbkq2ck/s1600-h/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCHVAdAOAoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EUxxEbkq2ck/s320/gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197669648724525698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1151962986565557797?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1151962986565557797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1151962986565557797&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1151962986565557797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1151962986565557797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCHVAdAOAoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EUxxEbkq2ck/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5397645695800161907</id><published>2008-05-06T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:38:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lars and the Real Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCCFaQaaAkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/akTkmF6sHTQ/s1600-h/lars-wallpaper-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCCFaQaaAkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/akTkmF6sHTQ/s320/lars-wallpaper-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197300656114369090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Lars Lindstrom.  He lives in the garage, on the property he inherited with his brother.  His brother, Gus and his sister in law, Karen live in the house.  Lars functions in life, he takes care of himself, goes to work every day but as the shell of a man.  He's painfully shy with everyone including his family and his co-workers.  They all though, continue to reach out to him.  Karen is constantly trying to ambush him in the drive way to get him to come to breakfast or dinner.  His co-workers try to engage him in conversation, no matter how lame or sometimes perverted.  He even has a girl at work that has a major crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars has too much of a problem connecting with people, so he buys an atomically correct female doll on line and begins introducing her around town as his girlfriend, Bianca.  Lars is finally able to come out of his shell as long as he has this doll by side.  She is very real to him.  And with her, his family and the entire town rallying behind him, Lars is able to confront his fears and grow into a whole human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie turned out to be the sweetest movie I've seen in a long time.  Ryan Gosling gives a heart breaking performance as Lars.  Emily Mortimer plays his sister in law Karen who it seems will never give up trying to bring Lars out of his shell.  The film doesn't delve to far into Lars past but it gives you enough of a clue as to why he is the way he is.  I felt this was ok because it kept the tone of the film a little lighter, a little warmer perhaps.  And when it tugs at your heart strings, it's humor pulls you back quickly enough that you don't dwell in it too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give too much away about this movie, but I think it's a definite must see.  I'd give it 3 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5397645695800161907?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5397645695800161907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5397645695800161907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5397645695800161907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5397645695800161907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/05/lars-and-real-girl.html' title='Lars and the Real Girl'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SCCFaQaaAkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/akTkmF6sHTQ/s72-c/lars-wallpaper-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7815117188868133979</id><published>2008-04-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:47:42.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UV Rays</title><content type='html'>Combining the alphabet again...in hopes of completing the alphabet by tomorrow.  I may be a day late and a dollar short, but by George, I think I will finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, I was out in the sun a bit.  I'm developing a farmer's tan which is not making me happy.  I must confess to &lt;a href="http://cherryextract2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cherry&lt;/a&gt; that I did NOT reapply the sunscreen.  Don't hate me!  My dilema is that I can't very well hide myself in a sweatshirt til August and risk heat stroke.  What am I to do to solve this problem in time for the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wore a strapless wedding dress (or a dress with minimal coverage on the shoulders), what did you do about unsightly tan lines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7815117188868133979?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7815117188868133979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7815117188868133979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7815117188868133979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7815117188868133979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/uv-rays.html' title='UV Rays'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6818883882966271483</id><published>2008-04-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:51:50.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ2HB2b_xpQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZ2HB2b_xpQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J showed me this video this weekend and I thought it was hilarious.  Jack McBrayer is so cute and funny.  Saw him in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, which I totally recommend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6818883882966271483?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6818883882966271483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6818883882966271483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6818883882966271483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6818883882966271483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/touch-my-body.html' title='Touch My Body'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2341070441015212355</id><published>2008-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:39:30.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>and lots of it thank you very much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not really going to right about sex.  I think it's funny in life how you have certain friends you can talk about taboo subjects with and some you just don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what I am posting about is SoCal.  The brood and I are leaving this afternoon for southern cali.  Our first big roadtrip together.  Listen, if I'm not back online by Wednesday, please make a donation to your favorite charity in my honor and remember me always.  hahahahah   I'm kidding.  I'm not worried in the least that we will survive the trek.  It's not like we are driving to &lt;a href="http://jellyjules.com/"&gt;Philly&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be meeting my future FIL for the first time.  And possibly, his hetero life mate Frank.  I find this one very interesting.  The Dad has this best friend Frank.  and Frank used to have a lovely wife (sorry J can't remember her name).  She unfortunately passed away not long ago.  Frank was totally devastated and told his BFF that he didn't want to live alone and need him to move in.  The Dad moved out from the place he was living with his girlfriend and he and Frank have been co-habitating ever since.  That my friends, is the ultimate friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be staying with J's BFF from high school.  BFF is going to be baptized this weekend along with our youngest child, L.  I'm pretty excited!  We all are.  For different reasons.  The kids are excited because this means a trip to Disneyland!  I'm excited to meet more of J's family and friends.  And to be away from our daily lives for a little while.  I don't complain on here about our struggles to be "settled" for many reasons, but it's a constant fight with circumstances that are just beyond our control.   Through it all though, we remain united as a family and look forward to the day where we will finally call somewhere home and live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave this afternoon and will be returning Monday.  Can't.  Wait!  I wish I had the chance to say hi to my SoCal peeps!  But it's a jam packed weekend.  And one of you is out of town anyways.  The other, I sure I hope I get to see you in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2341070441015212355?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2341070441015212355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2341070441015212355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2341070441015212355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2341070441015212355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5717176941585193977</id><published>2008-04-24T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:17:49.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Rocks</title><content type='html'>Do you like your margaritas blended or on the rocks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5717176941585193977?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5717176941585193977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5717176941585193977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5717176941585193977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5717176941585193977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-rocks.html' title='On the Rocks'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-125138559704548995</id><published>2008-04-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:37:32.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for QUITTER!</title><content type='html'>I knew I'd fall flat and not want to finish the blogging the alphabet stuff!  P is for POOPED!  Nothing to write worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for QUIT!  I quit quit quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does this count for my P and Q?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for YES. YES IT DOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-125138559704548995?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/125138559704548995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=125138559704548995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/125138559704548995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/125138559704548995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/p-is-for-quitter.html' title='P is for QUITTER!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5445048634283750592</id><published>2008-04-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:31:46.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Tic Tacs?</title><content type='html'>Or do you prefer a minty breath mint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5445048634283750592?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5445048634283750592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5445048634283750592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5445048634283750592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5445048634283750592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/orange-tic-tacs.html' title='Orange Tic Tacs?'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4215141656188364372</id><published>2008-04-17T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:35:42.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAd079h1hXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YZtpUfwsAI4/s1600-h/nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAd079h1hXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YZtpUfwsAI4/s320/nana1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190245669045372274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and me around 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAd079h1hYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R7RQUlQfKIs/s1600-h/nana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAd079h1hYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R7RQUlQfKIs/s320/nana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190245669045372290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn and Nana 1994&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4215141656188364372?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4215141656188364372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4215141656188364372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4215141656188364372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4215141656188364372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAd079h1hXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YZtpUfwsAI4/s72-c/nana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3692307074339475429</id><published>2008-04-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:26:34.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom,</title><content type='html'>Thank you for always being there for me.  You were a fun mom who was never too strict.  I loved when we'd go to the movies or drive in together.  I remember talking you into taking me to see a scary movie and telling you to close your eyes during the scary parts.  (mom gets nightmares)  You'd go on the rides at the fair with me even though they made you sick.  Thanks for holding onto me tight when I almost flew out of that roller coaster.  No seat belts!  How crazy is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spoiling me.  For letting me go.  For holding the net out in case I fall.  When I was 18 you'd always have a spare $20 for me on a Friday night.  And now 20 years later with inflation and all, you've still got some spare money for me and Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a wonderful grandmother to Autumn.  And for opening your heart to four other little boys who will love you as much as she does.  I remember when Autumn was a baby, you'd call and leave her messages on the machine.  You are so sweet!  I loved that you'd sing to her and play music with her.  My favorite video you took is of Autumn singing Hit Me Baby One More time.  Over.  and over.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my wedding dress.  And for walking me down the isle.  I used to worry when I was younger about who I'd want to walk me down the isle.  I know it's a silly thing to worry about, you know I worried a lot.  But now there is just you and it will be perfect.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever, but I'll just say that I love you mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3692307074339475429?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3692307074339475429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3692307074339475429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3692307074339475429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3692307074339475429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom.html' title='Dear Mom,'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-892617583914208270</id><published>2008-04-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:58:38.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Sleeper</title><content type='html'>Are you a light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty bad allergy day yesterday.  I went home and tried to lay down and get rid of the headache I had.  I probably nodded off in 15 minutes only to be woken up by children playing outside my window.  I couldn't shut the noise out, so I ended up on the couch for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I wouldn't say I'm a light sleeper.  But I do think I have a Mother's ear.  I can hear Autumn if she gets up and walks around.  I used to be so tuned into her I could hear her stirring...before she woke up.  I wonder what it will be like now, with four other little sleepers in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-892617583914208270?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/892617583914208270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=892617583914208270&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/892617583914208270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/892617583914208270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-sleeper.html' title='Light Sleeper'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8293440619970941470</id><published>2008-04-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:29:09.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS</title><content type='html'>Most weekends, we start off saying..let's spend it in bed!  Oh yea, we got kids.  Sigh.  Then we say, ok, let's have fun on Saturday and Sunday we'll spend in bed!  haha  This weekend start off just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to out to dinner with my family.  It was Burger night at LynnDenise's work and it was super yummy!  The kids all seem to get along really well.  Not sure if it's because they actually like each other or because my nephew has a WII.  Seriously, they do get along pretty darn well.  My nephew has always wanted boy cousins and now he has them.  A LOT of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we decided to take the ferry from Vallejo to San Francisco and go to Fisherman's Wharf.  This is pretty huge for me.  I usually never initiate a trip to the city.  It was one of the most clear and warm days yet so it seemed to be the perfect time to go.  I thought the ferry ride alone would be fun for the kids.  They had fun letting the wind whip them up into a frenzy.  We arrived around 11:30 and went straight to lunch at Bubba Gumps.  I like how the kids meals all come in a little paper boat modeled after the Jenny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the sea lions on the pier, what a bunch of fat lazy bastards!  The kids thought they were great.  Little J kept asking me if he could have a sea lion.  haha  Maybe when we are millionaires, kiddo.  We strolled through the stops.  Got some ice cream at Ben &amp; Jerry's and watched some street performers.  I was really bummed I didn't remember my camera.  It sat in the car the whole time.  Booooo!  Here are some not so clear ones from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFE9h1hSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3q7wM-t-DbE/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFE9h1hSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3q7wM-t-DbE/s320/lovers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137515943396642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFE9h1hTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FaugYPQDxyM/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFE9h1hTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FaugYPQDxyM/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137515943396658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and B pretending not to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFFNh1hUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QPwDgfQ0DJE/s1600-h/kids+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFFNh1hUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QPwDgfQ0DJE/s320/kids+sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189137520238363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoozing on the ride home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did NOT end up spending in bed.  But instead woke up late, went to breakfast and decided to head out to buy bathing suits for the kids and go swimming.  We have a small pool in our complex that doesn't seem big enough for as many kids that live there :(  The water was still pretty cold but the kids seemed to enjoy themselves.  Hey Ma, when does your pool open???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your weekend was just as lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8293440619970941470?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8293440619970941470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8293440619970941470&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8293440619970941470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8293440619970941470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids.html' title='KIDS'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/SAOFE9h1hSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3q7wM-t-DbE/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2673393957678934737</id><published>2008-04-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:24:10.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J is for Jiggly Boobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_-HUaTaj1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2VsmGbpqBfk/s1600-h/me+and+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_-HUaTaj1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2VsmGbpqBfk/s320/me+and+j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188014080481988434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet this is J.  J, internet.  I have been wanting you guys to meet for awhile now.  Feel free to ask him questions or tell him embarrassing stories about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the person who makes me feel things even when I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tells me I'm beautiful ever day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who reaches for my hand as we walk away from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who whispers it's going to be ok when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I want to tell my good news to first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I want to hug and kiss and tee hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who makes me laugh til I pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll send me a single rose, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty much perfect in an imperfect sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life doing all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  Jiggle Boobs is a joke for my OTHER friend J  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2673393957678934737?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2673393957678934737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2673393957678934737&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2673393957678934737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2673393957678934737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-is-for-jiggly-boobs.html' title='J is for Jiggly Boobs'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_-HUaTaj1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2VsmGbpqBfk/s72-c/me+and+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1434096254004992021</id><published>2008-04-10T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:58:37.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus far, I'm Not Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_5_NKTaj0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Qy5Ys0nsyr8/s1600-h/I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_5_NKTaj0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Qy5Ys0nsyr8/s320/I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187723684858203970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1434096254004992021?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1434096254004992021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1434096254004992021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1434096254004992021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1434096254004992021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/thus-far-im-not-inspired.html' title='Thus far, I&apos;m Not Inspired'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_5_NKTaj0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Qy5Ys0nsyr8/s72-c/I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1539628111095015989</id><published>2008-04-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:47:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_1RH6TajzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tNDaHUXN8Hw/s1600-h/cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_1RH6TajzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tNDaHUXN8Hw/s320/cancer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187391542152302386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read your horoscope every day?  I think it can be fun sometimes, when coincidentally it seems to know what's happening in your life.  Do I seek it out every day to guide my daily life?  No, that would be silly.  I do find it interesting though.  Who write the horoscopes?  Is it written by some guy sitting in a dark room somewhere in his undies?  Who has no clue what the universe is trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to play it safe today?  What if I want to go and step on every crack I can find?  Should I plan that get together I've been thinking about?  Because seriously?  I didn't even know I was thinking that.  Hey did you know if you are Sagittarius you can make a difference in someone's life today by just being your cool self?  WOW  Tell me, do you feel like you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this one.  John, yours says it's a good time to rethink your deepest beliefs.  What does that even mean?  Let's throw Christianity to the wind and start worshiping ladybugs!  Ya with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I started this post because I'm some times fascinated with horoscopes but I feel like I ranted about it instead.  Maybe that's because I have been searching for some answers, and I didn't find them in todays daily overview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1539628111095015989?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1539628111095015989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1539628111095015989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1539628111095015989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1539628111095015989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_1RH6TajzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tNDaHUXN8Hw/s72-c/cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7502170921419768522</id><published>2008-04-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:06:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I was talking to the love of my life this morning and he was telling me that this week in the car on the way to dropping the boys off at school, they take a turn and say one thing they are grateful for and have to say one nice thing about everyone in the car.  Isn't that a lovely way to start off the morning?  I also like that it encourages brotherly love.  Cause you know, brothers can get on each others nerves sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to do the same thing with you, my bloggy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to have a mom who still takes care of me.  I'm grateful that I'm employed and all my bills are paid.  I'm grateful for my growing family.  And I'm grateful that even though I keep eating cookie dough, my pants still fit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the nice part about my bloggy buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LynnDenise has great taste and a smart ass sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Julie is beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry makes the best berry cobbler&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie always has an ear for me to bend&lt;br /&gt;PY has the most awesome mix sixes&lt;br /&gt;Gina tells it like it is!&lt;br /&gt;Starshine is full of grace&lt;br /&gt;Beenzzz will cut a bitch (and I mean that in a good way ;)&lt;br /&gt;Donna can spin some yarn!&lt;br /&gt;MsMamma takes the most awesome pictures eva!&lt;br /&gt;John is the most generous loving person in the whole wide world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7502170921419768522?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7502170921419768522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7502170921419768522&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7502170921419768522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7502170921419768522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6158200448292008097</id><published>2008-04-08T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:48:57.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_uTwxBkcoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7XYQMNdkFWw/s1600-h/hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_uTwxBkcoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7XYQMNdkFWw/s320/hands.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186901861850182274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months from today, I will be getting married.  This time, it's forever.  Easy enough to say isn't it?  I mean it.  I'm sure a lot of people mean it at the time.  But life and circumstances, maybe even God have other ideas.  When I got married the first time, I knew it wasn't going to be forever.  I knew this but I went through with it anyway, because I was young and stupid and thought what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now older and hopefully wiser.  I know what I want and I know now the kind of person I want to be with forever.  I know that I've found him.  I know now that there was a family out there missing something.  That something was me and Autumn.  We were definitely missing something.  Only we didn't know it was 5 boys!  (sorry, 4 boys and 1 bald man)  (ps.. love that bald head!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the person I want to hold hands with through this life.  And I know he feels the exact same way about me.  And it's forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6158200448292008097?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6158200448292008097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6158200448292008097&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6158200448292008097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6158200448292008097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_uTwxBkcoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7XYQMNdkFWw/s72-c/hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6824103537584576701</id><published>2008-04-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:59:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfSy7vj47vU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfSy7vj47vU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6824103537584576701?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6824103537584576701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6824103537584576701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6824103537584576701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6824103537584576701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/elmo.html' title='Elmo'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4279475241627114663</id><published>2008-04-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:21:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a D!</title><content type='html'>Dot&lt;br /&gt;Ordinarily&lt;br /&gt;Rambles&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;yahoo buddies all day long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet for D.  Just like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4279475241627114663?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4279475241627114663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4279475241627114663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4279475241627114663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4279475241627114663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-d.html' title='Give me a D!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-231161922384119456</id><published>2008-04-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:17:49.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for COACH</title><content type='html'>J was talking about Desire today.  That was a pretty cool knife, by the way.  This is what I covet..Must talk about coveting since I'm only on the letter C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping with my little tax refund I can buy this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFlBBkckI/AAAAAAAAANU/ca21LdUKJ90/s1600-h/coach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFlBBkckI/AAAAAAAAANU/ca21LdUKJ90/s320/coach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185408523196199490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFxBBkclI/AAAAAAAAANc/bKiCfpt10OI/s1600-h/coach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFxBBkclI/AAAAAAAAANc/bKiCfpt10OI/s320/coach3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185408729354629714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patchwork is always fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFYRBkciI/AAAAAAAAANE/3ZWth07O5hw/s1600-h/coach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFYRBkciI/AAAAAAAAANE/3ZWth07O5hw/s320/coach1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185408304152867362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFYhBkcjI/AAAAAAAAANM/23krIkHYeDg/s1600-h/coach5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFYhBkcjI/AAAAAAAAANM/23krIkHYeDg/s320/coach5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185408308447834674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for my BFF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZGBRBkcmI/AAAAAAAAANk/LR7HQa46niI/s1600-h/coach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZGBRBkcmI/AAAAAAAAANk/LR7HQa46niI/s320/coach8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185409008527503970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something more for myself.  I actually have one of these in a flip flop.  Yellow with a white daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZGGxBkcnI/AAAAAAAAANs/BqQbDatWcbQ/s1600-h/coach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZGGxBkcnI/AAAAAAAAANs/BqQbDatWcbQ/s320/coach7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185409103016784498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crunchalicious day.  DON'T forget to check back tomorrow for the letter D.  hmmm  D for dot?  D for Divorce?  D for douchebag?  So many possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-231161922384119456?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/231161922384119456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=231161922384119456&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/231161922384119456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/231161922384119456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/c-is-for-coach.html' title='C is for COACH'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_ZFlBBkckI/AAAAAAAAANU/ca21LdUKJ90/s72-c/coach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7114374643483731650</id><published>2008-04-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:29:04.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS</title><content type='html'>B is for boys.  Lots and lots of boys!  Soon I will be Autumn, A, B, J and L's mom.  Autumn will go from being an only child to being the oldest of five.  I think she's ready for the challenge.  The next in line, another A, is younger than Autumn but in the same grade.  He's a sassy little mimic and pretty good at thumb wars.  Twins B &amp; J will be in 5th grade.  They are fraternal twins and polar opposites.  B will be the first to be on his brothers shit lists, but makes friends pretty easily everywhere else he goes.  J is quieter and more thoughtful.  He likes to do puzzles and eat candy.  L is the youngest.  You know the youngest is always the cutest.  He turned 9 yesterday.  He is a sandy haired, freckle faced little cutie.  Don't get me wrong though, he will cut a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with boys is so very different.  Being with 5 kids is so very different.  I find that there are lots of little hands to help around the house.  Get this, I almost never take out my own trash.  That alone is worth inviting these little human vacuum cleaners  in!  It's fun to know that we can always find a way to entertain ourselves just the seven of us.  The other night after a pizza party for L's birthday we went to the park and played with super bouncy balls.  When was the last time you did that?  It's just as fun as when you were 8.  Although, my back had other thoughts the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7114374643483731650?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7114374643483731650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7114374643483731650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7114374643483731650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7114374643483731650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/boys.html' title='BOYS'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3217523320460369004</id><published>2008-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:03:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Do These Things, But</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_O8QxBkcfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WsbfITciEOA/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_O8QxBkcfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WsbfITciEOA/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184694592257421810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been neglecting you!  And in turn I feel neglected myself.  I miss the adoration of my bloggy friends.  So, for better or worse, I'm going to try and make this work...hanging on the coat tails of &lt;a href="http://starshinereport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starshine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jellyjules.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to try to post about every letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A of course, seems obviously easy.  As I am known to you and the 7th grade class as Autumn's Mom.  I always thought it was cute when I'd pick up Autumn from school, or participate in a school project and hear little voices saying, Hi Autumn's Mom!  Hello back little human!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will be performing a metamorphosis into a mom of five.  Which gets me thinking that maybe on this blog, I've been in a cocoon and am waiting for the right time to transform into a beautiful butterfly..but of course, we'll have to continue this tomorrow with the letter B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3217523320460369004?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3217523320460369004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3217523320460369004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3217523320460369004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3217523320460369004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-never-do-these-things-but.html' title='I Never Do These Things, But'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R_O8QxBkcfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WsbfITciEOA/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4658318253748986291</id><published>2008-03-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:50:07.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEARTBREAKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-AcoHyjtqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T5O1ESEn3CU/s1600-h/100_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-AcoHyjtqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T5O1ESEn3CU/s320/100_1724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179171047087519394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-Aco3yjtrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VsZZ9MM212E/s1600-h/100_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-Aco3yjtrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VsZZ9MM212E/s320/100_1725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179171059972421298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-AcpXyjtsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GT4s5eSey5Y/s1600-h/100_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-AcpXyjtsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GT4s5eSey5Y/s320/100_1726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179171068562355906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker don'tcha mess around with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4658318253748986291?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4658318253748986291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4658318253748986291&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4658318253748986291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4658318253748986291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/03/heartbreaker.html' title='HEARTBREAKER'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R-AcoHyjtqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/T5O1ESEn3CU/s72-c/100_1724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3457192512327360283</id><published>2008-03-12T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:03:39.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R9f93XyjtpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrN0ig3MbY/s1600-h/kauai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R9f93XyjtpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrN0ig3MbY/s320/kauai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885424406378130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not yet.  Today I'm submitting for my time off in August!  A week off for the wedding and a week off to go to Kauai.  I feel very lucky doing this the second time around.  Not only do I get to do the wedding I always wanted to do but I get TWO HONEYMOONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going to our little cabin hideaway straight from the wedding for four days and then two weeks later, my future husband will be performing a wedding for his cousin in Kauai.  I wasn't thrilled about it at first, because I really hate to fly. Originally we were going to go to Kauai for the wedding and then travel onto Maui from there. But that's three flights too many for me. (stupid stop in Honolulu!)  After talking with friends who love Kauai, we decided to just stay there.  We'll enjoy a few days with family for the wedding and then have 5 days to our selves on the other side of the island.  I can almost hear the ocean calling me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3457192512327360283?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3457192512327360283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3457192512327360283&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3457192512327360283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3457192512327360283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='VACATION!!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R9f93XyjtpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jVrN0ig3MbY/s72-c/kauai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4002161422677521779</id><published>2008-03-05T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:57:28.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHTWEIGHT</title><content type='html'>I feel hungover today.  I was out until 11 with a friend watching TV.  I had one Schmirnoff Ice.  What a lightweight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have visited the sight where we are getting married and it is more beautiful than I even imagined.  I can't wait to show you all pictures of it.  We rented the tables, chairs and arch from a quaint little place in town.  He wrote down our order and had lots of helpful advice.  When all was said and done, he just handed us a copy of our order.  We asked if he needed a deposit and he said no.  What a nice guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given the task of preparing the cake to my future MIL and SIL.  I told them what ever they came up with was fine with me, as long as it was carrot cake and cream cheese frosting.  And I also want cupcakes.  My future MIL purchased this from Target.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R875lirJ5WI/AAAAAAAAAME/yMyTpSAPblw/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R875lirJ5WI/AAAAAAAAAME/yMyTpSAPblw/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174347445253563746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a bridal fair on Sunday and got some great ideas about what to do florally.  I'm going to use my local florist because I know she loves and cares about flowers.  I'm not the kind of person who can attempt to make bouquets on my own.  And I know I'm just not going to have the time with running back and forth from up north to here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our budget expands, I try to find ways to cut it.  An easy thing for me to cut was favors.  I absolutely abhor favors.  It's another thing I'm just not going to have time for and why to I want to spend anywhere from $50 to $100 on something that people are going to throw away eventually.  Sooner rather than later, I'm sure.  If you want a memento?  I'll email you a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is visiting with a printer for our invitations.  I was going to just order online, but it's so nice to be able to sit down and look through a bunch and touch and feel them.  I found some pretty inexpensive ones that are all in one invitation and RSVP post card.  They also have so many fun ideas for a save the date reminder, if we are so inclined.  How about a magnet of mine and J's mug with our wedding date on your fridge???  You know you want one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you want one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4002161422677521779?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4002161422677521779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4002161422677521779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4002161422677521779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4002161422677521779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/03/lightweight.html' title='LIGHTWEIGHT'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R875lirJ5WI/AAAAAAAAAME/yMyTpSAPblw/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7296731225908635074</id><published>2008-02-28T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:26:14.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays ROCK!</title><content type='html'>If you have Friday's off.  Saw a meme on &lt;a href="http://jellyjules.com/"&gt;Jules formerly known here as J not to be confused with my fiance who is also J&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend tells you she is pregnant. What is your reaction?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm since that isn't possible w/ her husband, I'd have to ask who the father was???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you spent money on?&lt;br /&gt;Gave Autumn $5 for lunch today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you gained or lost weight this past month?&lt;br /&gt;Probably gained, but who's counting.  Oh yea, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy or Puffy Cheetos?&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You just had a son. What’s his name?&lt;br /&gt;hmm I'm gaining 4 in a marriage, so no more kids please!  I do like the name Ethan though.  Maybe one of the boys would be willing to change their names??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You just had a daughter. What’s her name?&lt;br /&gt;Jules put Lilly..which I also love.  I also like Abigail Grace, Abby for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;Not getting enough sweet kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy something and your change is 2 cents, do you keep it or tell the cashier to keep it?&lt;br /&gt;I take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your tissue box?&lt;br /&gt;blue with white flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a ceiling fan in your room, and if so, is there dust on that fan?&lt;br /&gt;I used to and yes, it was dusty.  I have a regular fan that I removed dust from just last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest thing you’ve experienced in the last year?&lt;br /&gt;Getting a divorce and living on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a name tag at work?&lt;br /&gt;No.  Most people here call me Hey Can You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I don't like people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;Pink with a pink cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;Champagne in my new champagne flutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly yes, except when I'm thinking about my friends troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;My J.  Picked him up from the airport and then spent the day together yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have any..but I used to wish I was adopted sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite key on your key chain?&lt;br /&gt;Work key, it's a sunflower pattern.  The rest are boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched at home?&lt;br /&gt;French Kiss with Meg Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;lint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;My neck and back ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something fun you did today?&lt;br /&gt;Got a FREE chai tea latte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite aisle at Wal-Mart?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't step foot in a Wal-Mart but at Target it's the ends of the aisle where the clearance is.  I also like the shampoo aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;It's some time between January and December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything hanging from your rear view mirror?&lt;br /&gt;My Disneyland lanyard w/ pins and Minnie Mouse clip on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of milk do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lactose intolerant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you need to go shopping for?&lt;br /&gt;Ibuprofin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7296731225908635074?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7296731225908635074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7296731225908635074&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7296731225908635074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7296731225908635074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursdays-rock.html' title='Thursdays ROCK!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6354004099558580541</id><published>2008-02-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:02:14.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Updates</title><content type='html'>I've been slowly making progress on some of the wedding details.  I'm trying to get a few things done here and there.  It's all kind of been falling into place.  I guess like it's meant to be (grins big).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spoken to the future MIL and she is graciously letting us have the wedding/reception there.  I talked with her yesterday and she was trying to tell me that I should come see her place first, in case I'm picturing something else.  I told her that when I picture my wedding, I see her son and I getting married.  Not anything really about the details.  I hope that put her mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about where we'd like to spend our first weekend as a married couple.  While the ocean constantly calls my name, it's quite a long drive from where his mother's house is and we decided we didn't want to spend that much time in the car.  I ended up finding the most awesome little cabin only about an hour away that is perfect.  It's owned by an older couple who were very excited we'd be spending our honeymoon there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RfiSUza1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hSbbPDthmbU/s1600-h/Cabin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RfiSUza1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hSbbPDthmbU/s320/Cabin+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171363314767457106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RfiiUza2I/AAAAAAAAALs/Ui6roc5OK5I/s1600-h/Cabin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RfiiUza2I/AAAAAAAAALs/Ui6roc5OK5I/s320/Cabin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171363319062424418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my dress, Autumn's dress and now the flower girls dress.  Gotta love Target...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RgyCUza3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MiwEH3T8QmY/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RgyCUza3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MiwEH3T8QmY/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171364684862024562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be leaning towards having black and white as our colors.  This is the only part of the wedding I'm not feeling so traditional about.  I didn't formally pick out colors or dress styles for my ladies.  Frankly, I told them to wear whatever.  Pants will be fine.  And now, if they can be mostly black and white, cool.  The feel so far for this wedding really, is I'm inviting you over for a backyard BBQ and oh by the way, you can witness me marrying my soul mate!  Just a small intimate family affair.  I can't take too many eyes looking at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute little find were these flutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RheiUza4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ESQj5tBJT7o/s1600-h/Flutes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RheiUza4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ESQj5tBJT7o/s320/Flutes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171365449366203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Minnie dancing.  I'm his Minnie.  Seriously, am I making you gag?  Sorry.   I wanted something cute to use that day, and every special occasion after.  J is coming home from a business trip tonight.  And there is some champagne in my fridge...hmmm maybe we should take them for a test drive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6354004099558580541?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6354004099558580541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6354004099558580541&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6354004099558580541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6354004099558580541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-updates.html' title='Wedding Updates'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R8RfiSUza1I/AAAAAAAAALk/hSbbPDthmbU/s72-c/Cabin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1090907064484693108</id><published>2008-02-14T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:32:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day BABY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R7RrBSUzazI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pd1Bgd9t89o/s1600-h/avalentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R7RrBSUzazI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pd1Bgd9t89o/s320/avalentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166872342343936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day Bitches!  Normally in life, I would not be a happy go lucky girl on this day.  It would be another day for me to be bitter tasting day where I would feel unappreciated and unwanted.  Watching others getting roses.  Or talking about their dinner plans.  Listen to my co-worker talk about his wife making him heart shaped meatloaf.  Ok, how cute is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friends, all that changes.  My baby and I are celebrating our very first valentines day together and it's already pretty much the BEST.  EVER.  I can't remember even celebrating or going out since 1992.  I could be blocking, but it's makes for a better story to stick w/ having a dry spell since 1992.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've received this  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R7RsFCUza0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZoYkQB2Rn54/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R7RsFCUza0I/AAAAAAAAALc/ZoYkQB2Rn54/s320/pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166873506280074050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first message I received this morning I received a beautiful love letter and card.   We are going out to dinner tonight at PF Changs, which I love.  And because we could only get reservations at 5, I get to leave work early today!!!  Can't get better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all you lovers out there.  And even you singles, love will find you.  It will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby most of all.  You are the reason for my smile.  I can't wait to spend 50 more valentines with you.  Love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1090907064484693108?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1090907064484693108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1090907064484693108&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1090907064484693108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1090907064484693108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-baby.html' title='Happy Valentines Day BABY!!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R7RrBSUzazI/AAAAAAAAALU/Pd1Bgd9t89o/s72-c/avalentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6734407383058033730</id><published>2008-02-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:50:23.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Meme I can actually do, as I am reading a book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mayagranny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maya's Granny&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this meme and I'm happy to oblige her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the rules of the Meme:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.  And I'm loving it.  I feel like the author and I are having a personal conversation every time I pick it up.  It is in fact, the only book nearest to me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 123,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all great philosophical ideas, this one is simple to understand but virtually impossible to imbibe.  Ok, so we are all one, and divinity abides within us all equally.  No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The philosophical idea was that "Our whole business therefore in this life, is to restore to heath the eye of the heart whereby God may be seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cherry, for sharing this book with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag you, you, you, you and you.  (no hyperlinks..if you think I'm talking about YOU, then by all means for for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6734407383058033730?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6734407383058033730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6734407383058033730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6734407383058033730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6734407383058033730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-meme-i-can-actually-do-as-i-am.html' title='Book Meme I can actually do, as I am reading a book!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4822768020827189196</id><published>2008-02-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:17:40.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got The Dress!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R6dQlsw-nII/AAAAAAAAALE/U7_f9YqxSd8/s1600-h/100_1698_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R6dQlsw-nII/AAAAAAAAALE/U7_f9YqxSd8/s320/100_1698_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163184106405534850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha  This ISN'T IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my #1 online pick before I went and tried them on yesterday.  LynnDenise said it looked like a nightgown.  I didn't mind, I thought it was beautiful, but didn't hide my flaws well enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun yesterday, spending the day in my underwear for all to see.  It went so much better than I expected.  It was a perfect, successful day.  I brought along my mom, my former sister in law and super BFF LynnDenise and Cherry from Cherry Extract. (being that she's now the resident Uber-bride for now til she passes the torch onto me)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses tried on?  About 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses I got stuck in?  1 (Stupid mermaid dress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 picks?  3  I tried on 2 other dresses similar to the one I ended up with and each time I thought I'd found THE ONE, til I tried on the next and ended up with the 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I discovered?  In theory, a corset dress is very beautiful, but I don't like standing there being sewn into a dress!  Bigger, is not better.  And I'm going to be sweating like crazy in August wearing layers and layers of dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to pick my gown and buy it on the spot and take it home with me yesterday.  My mom paid for the gown, the veil and the petticoat.  Isn't she the greatest ever?  Please tell her so in comments, cuz she reads this crap!  Now we need to find her something special to wear, she is going to be walking me down the isle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to feel this train picking up speed and I'm loving it!  I was great yesterday, I didn't know metamorphasize into bridezilla.  Just a happy girl, having one of the best moments of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R6dWisw-nJI/AAAAAAAAALM/zRgOWYVK-0Q/s1600-h/100_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R6dWisw-nJI/AAAAAAAAALM/zRgOWYVK-0Q/s320/100_1673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163190651935693970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't pick this one either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4822768020827189196?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4822768020827189196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4822768020827189196&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4822768020827189196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4822768020827189196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-dress.html' title='I Got The Dress!!!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R6dQlsw-nII/AAAAAAAAALE/U7_f9YqxSd8/s72-c/100_1698_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6889967505463811627</id><published>2008-01-23T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:12:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Tea or Me?  I'm pretty sure it's me.</title><content type='html'>Actual conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  I finally found a coffee I like!!  Chi Tea Latte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD:  But that's not coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  It isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  So it's just Tea and Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD:  Yea, I'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm still excited to have something to order when we go to Starbucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6889967505463811627?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6889967505463811627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6889967505463811627&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6889967505463811627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6889967505463811627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/01/coffee-tea-or-me-im-pretty-sure-its-me.html' title='Coffee, Tea or Me?  I&apos;m pretty sure it&apos;s me.'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-378211542750176660</id><published>2008-01-23T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:54:52.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings and Boogers</title><content type='html'>They go together, NOT!  I have been sick for 3 weeks now.  Can't seem to get rid of it.    I rinse, blow and repeat, but every day I look and feel exactly the same.  Sigh  Today I'm starting a regimen of DayQuil and Vick Vapor Dildo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, however, going to let this virus keep me from the fun activities I have in store for myself.  February 3, I will be starting my wedding dress hunt.  I'm very excited.  I've exhausted myself looking online at every wedding dress ever made.  Me and my Spanx can't wait to try them on!!  Note to inventor of Spanx, may your god bless you infinitely!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first wedding dress ever.  I've never even tried a dress on.  Ever.  My first wedding was at the end of a shotgun, and I was so practical.  I bought a dress that was hideous and green.  I chose it so that I could wear it again, when I went back to work.  The thought of getting the dream dress (within budget) is putting a huge smile on my face.  Imagine if you will, me smiling, eyes red, and tissues sticking out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that appointment, I've made no other plans for this shindig.  The date is set for August 8, 2008.  (love that it's 08/08/08)  It was my grandparents anniversary and I feel it's going to be an extra special day. (MA, correct me if I'm wrong!)  We've discussed where to have it, hoping it's at the future mom-in-law's.  I'm really going for an inexpensive, casual affair.  I think the most expensive thing will probably be the dress, and even there...I have a $ limit on what I'm willing to spend.  Frankly, all I need is my baby.  AND THE DRESS.  Everything else, I'm cool with whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any fun wedding suggestions, please let me know!  I'm a newbie!!!  And oldie, but a newbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-378211542750176660?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/378211542750176660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=378211542750176660&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/378211542750176660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/378211542750176660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/01/weddings-and-boogers.html' title='Weddings and Boogers'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1970122408745005813</id><published>2008-01-14T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:13:19.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irvine My Ass!</title><content type='html'>After letting my 13 year old daughter with $60 in her pocket go to San Francisco for an over nighter w/ her friend and mom this weekend, she actually had the audacity to ask me if I would think about letting her go down to Irvine in April to see some stupid rock band and oh, maybe I'd want to come along with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response? I'm sorry Autumn, did you say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1970122408745005813?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1970122408745005813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1970122408745005813&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1970122408745005813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1970122408745005813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/01/irvine-my-ass.html' title='Irvine My Ass!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1158842526462576430</id><published>2008-01-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:43:56.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Closer</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do something here I haven't done in a long time.  I'm going to pull at your heart strings.  NOT!  Well maybe.  I haven't really written anything personal here in such a long time. But I'm feeling like Britney Spears at a Texaco (attention whore for those living in a box) so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I told you that I went on an awesome date?  And then we had more dates.  And more dates?  We go to friends houses and make them sick with our cute and cuddlyness.  We met on eHarmony and aren't ashamed to say it.  Ok, I am a little but I'm slowly getting over it.  Cuz how can you dis a website where you really and truly met your soul mate?  I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 30, 2007 my guy proposed and I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R30PmU3IPzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OQBwokLntOs/s1600-h/marry+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R30PmU3IPzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OQBwokLntOs/s320/marry+me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151290699891097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding will be in the hottest month of the year, August.  What was I thinking!  Actually, I was thinking that I wanted to be sandwiched betweeen my grandparents and my parents anniversaries for luck.  And we already sort of have a trip planned to hawaii.  It just works.  Hope you all can come, in spirit if nothing else ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for us to know we were MFEO, so to the nay-sayers...bite me.  When you know, you know.  He's still got plenty of time to figure out I'm one step away from a tornado spun house falling on top of me.  Somehow, I hope he's there to shield my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1158842526462576430?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1158842526462576430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1158842526462576430&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1158842526462576430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1158842526462576430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-closer.html' title='Come Closer'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R30PmU3IPzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OQBwokLntOs/s72-c/marry+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-7810843540489407772</id><published>2007-12-31T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:36:27.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S JELLY JULES BIRTHDAY AND ALL I GOT HER WAS THIS MEME!</title><content type='html'>Please go and wish my dear friend &lt;a href="httphttp://jellyjules.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; a very happy birthday.  She posted this meme and I haven't been here in awhile so I decided to do it too.  Happy 2008 ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month. &lt;br /&gt;Bold the 5-10 traits that best apply to you. &lt;br /&gt;Copy to your own blog, with all twelve months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE:&lt;/strong&gt; Thinks far with vision. &lt;strong&gt;Easily influenced by kindness&lt;/strong&gt;. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Active mind&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hesitating, tends to delay&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Choosy and always wants the best&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Temperamental&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Funny and humorous&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Loves to joke&lt;/strong&gt;. Good debating skills. &lt;strong&gt;Talkative&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Daydreamer&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Friendly&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Knows how to make friends&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Able to show character&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Easily hurt&lt;/strong&gt;. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. &lt;strong&gt;Fussy&lt;/strong&gt;. Seldom shows emotions. &lt;strong&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt&lt;/strong&gt;. Brand conscious. Executive. &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praise. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-7810843540489407772?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/7810843540489407772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=7810843540489407772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7810843540489407772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/7810843540489407772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-jelly-jules-birthday-and-all-i-got.html' title='IT&apos;S JELLY JULES BIRTHDAY AND ALL I GOT HER WAS THIS MEME!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8961083134466375698</id><published>2007-12-13T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:20:03.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Instructions</title><content type='html'>I was at my chriropractor last night with a longer wait than usual.  He has a poster framed on his wall that's I know he's had for awhile but I've never really looked at it closely before.  I wasn't in the mood to read a magazine, so I took a closer look at the poster.  I've been searching for some sort of peace and order for my life lately, and maybe this was just what I needed at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's Little Instructions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment people every day&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to say hello&lt;br /&gt;Keep your promises&lt;br /&gt;Wave at kids on the school bus&lt;br /&gt;Surprise loved ones with unexpected gifts&lt;br /&gt;Watch a sunrise at least once a year&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smell the roses&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your children for who they are, not who they could be&lt;br /&gt;Whistle&lt;br /&gt;Return all things borrowed&lt;br /&gt;Never refuse homemade brownies&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings&lt;br /&gt;Call your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few.  I'd love for everyone to add one of their own in the comments.  (the one I added was stop and smell the roses.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8961083134466375698?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8961083134466375698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8961083134466375698&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8961083134466375698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8961083134466375698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-little-instructions.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Instructions'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-9094239972068139089</id><published>2007-12-11T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:54:08.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Me With Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ok, that's not a very festive title. Scrooge it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://jellyjules.com/"&gt;J at Thinking About&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me for a Christmas meme. I'm supposed to share 12 of my favorite Christmas things, memories, traditions, songs, presents, beliefs, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My childhood memories of Christmas are wonderful.  We'd celebrate christmas eve with my grandparents and aunts and uncles.  We'd listen to christmas music on the radio and sing along.  They'd give Santa updates and get us all excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Because we lived further away, we'd get to spend the night at my grandparents and we'd be the only ones to see my Grandfather open his gifts.  He was a little anal retentave about things and would only open his gifts Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For Autumn's first Christmas, we didn't buy her a lot of presents because she was only a month old.  Her only gift was a Winnie the Pooh ornament that plugged in the lights and moved.  It was the scene where Pooh is stuck in the hole and his friends are trying to tug and pull him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I've shared some of my favorite Christmas movies before, this year I'm adding Elf to my list.  I love seeing Will Ferrell getting so excited at Santa's arrival...HE'S COMING HE'S COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Christmas cookies.  Who doesn't love Christmas cookies??  I don't bake, so I have to rely on others for them.  You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I like getting my presents early.  My SIL and I sometimes exchange early.  (Usually I'm the spoiled brat who wants to do it)  We'll purposely give hints and guess what we got each other.  She knows what she's getting already this year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Nutcracker brings back great memories.  I have a CD of Nutcracker music and it's my favorite by far.  When I was in the 2nd grade, we went to see the Nutcracker for a field trip in San Francisco.  My first and only time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Snowmen.  I don't live where it snows, not even the least little bit.  But I love snowmen.  Most of my Christmas decorations are snowmen themed.  I'm a sucker form them, white, plump and sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Another memory from childhood is watching Frosty the Snowman.  Every year I would be anxious about not missing it. (you know, back when we relied on the TV guide paper version??)  I would watch and every year when he would melt, I would cry.   My mom would say, "Why are you crying?  You know he comes back to life??"  Ok, yea, but it was still heart breaking.  haha  Plus, I was little!  Honestly, when I watch now..I still well up a little.  I just love him and don't want him to melt at all.  Is that ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  One of the things I do not like about Christmas is being at the mall.  What a nightmare!  People are so grumpy and so not filled with any type of good spirit.  They will run a bitch over for a stupid parking space.  They practically knock you over and not even bother to say excuse me.  Note to self, get mall shopping done by December 1.  Or forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I wish I had the picture here to share on this next one.  When Autumn was small we never went all out in regards to santa.  I hate seeing the long line of folks forcing their crying child to take a pic with him.  That drives me nuts!  Autumn was about 3 and her preschool brought in a santa for the kids.  I let her teacher know that it was very ok if Autumn didn't want to meet him or have her pic taken with him.  We just weren't that into it.  She ended up going right up to him and giving him a giant hug and I have the goofiest pic of her and santa with some sort of drunk love look on her face.  Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  This year, I've not quite got my Christmas groove.  I still feel like I'm in transition.  I'm hoping to begin new traditions with my special someone and his family.  Maybe next year, I'll be able to share them with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-9094239972068139089?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/9094239972068139089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=9094239972068139089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/9094239972068139089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/9094239972068139089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/12/killing-me-with-christmas.html' title='Killing Me With Christmas'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1460519463558858609</id><published>2007-11-29T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:26:49.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIF   (no that's not the sound a fart makes)</title><content type='html'>I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://cherryextract2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cherry Extract&lt;/a&gt;and I'm a SUCKER for a friend so I said I'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIF (Pay It Forward) Pledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days. That is my promise. The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this cuz I like Cherry's cookies.  If you'd like something silly from me, let me know.  You don't have to be terribly crafty to do this...cuz I'm not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1460519463558858609?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1460519463558858609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1460519463558858609&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1460519463558858609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1460519463558858609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/pif-no-thats-not-sound-fart-makes.html' title='PIF   (no that&apos;s not the sound a fart makes)'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3499202831930414529</id><published>2007-11-28T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:20:18.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello McFly!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so you have Netflix.  You've moved, and you've been neglecting those movies that appear in your mailbox.  In a hurry, you update your profile with your address and quickly order some new hot releases.  Maybe some Live Free or Die Hard..how about a little Jason Bourne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the house to yourself.  Chewey Sweat Tarts are an arms length away.  ooh, how about a bowl of ice cream??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put in the DVD.  And you realize that you've ordered the wrong sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  Does this just happen to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3499202831930414529?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3499202831930414529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3499202831930414529&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3499202831930414529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3499202831930414529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-mcfly.html' title='Hello McFly!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-322264820180933358</id><published>2007-11-21T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:56:09.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ALL YOU CRAZY ENVIRONMENTALISTS OUT THERE</title><content type='html'>This is for you.. &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/11/19/will-goes-green-kicks-ass/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-322264820180933358?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/322264820180933358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=322264820180933358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/322264820180933358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/322264820180933358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-all-you-crazy-environmentalists-out.html' title='FOR ALL YOU CRAZY ENVIRONMENTALISTS OUT THERE'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4265233978987387160</id><published>2007-11-20T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:22:18.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought It Was Funny</title><content type='html'>Someone at work just told me they had to go pee pee.  Should I consider this sexual harrassment since it was a male co-worker?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.  The 12 year old boy in me thinks it's funny that a 50 something year old man still says he goes pee pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4265233978987387160?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4265233978987387160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4265233978987387160&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4265233978987387160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4265233978987387160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-thought-it-was-funny.html' title='I Thought It Was Funny'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1600899249685642686</id><published>2007-11-19T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:56:05.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About the Pics</title><content type='html'>I had a little house warming this weekend, you may have heard.  Thanks to those of you there, I had a really wonderful time with you.  These girls partied down til 10 PM!!  And by party, I mean we sat around and stuffed our faces with spinach dip and home made tiramisu.  We talked, we laughed, we dipped (it's all about the dip people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those you couldn't attend, I wish I could have flown you in cuz that would have been a blast!  Here are some pics of my place and me and my friends.  Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I'm thankful to have a bunch of wonderful friends like YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID2RMeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xyQ46iMRuL8/s1600-h/100_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID2RMeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xyQ46iMRuL8/s320/100_1317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134670756019310322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julie and Cherry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID2xMeDwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B7yn4joazBE/s1600-h/100_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID2xMeDwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B7yn4joazBE/s320/100_1321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134670764609244930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my hetero life mate, Rae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID3BMeDxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ADGLIoHTiMw/s1600-h/100_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID3BMeDxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ADGLIoHTiMw/s320/100_1318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134670768904212242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danna and Jose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWRMeDyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ee89wlMdEtA/s1600-h/100_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWRMeDyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ee89wlMdEtA/s320/100_1328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672405286752034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitchen,  wine and apple cookie jar were gifts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWhMeDzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y6TclBuDRvU/s1600-h/100_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWhMeDzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y6TclBuDRvU/s320/100_1329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672409581719346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living room/fireplace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWxMeD0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/zbC5TdsZ-C8/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFWxMeD0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/zbC5TdsZ-C8/s320/100_1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672413876686658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn's room, new bed and bedspread!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFXBMeD1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KUd5AnCTk3A/s1600-h/100_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0IFXBMeD1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KUd5AnCTk3A/s320/100_1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672418171653970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My room, and my bed will probably never be made again.  But it sure does look nice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1600899249685642686?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1600899249685642686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1600899249685642686&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1600899249685642686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1600899249685642686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-about-pics.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Pics'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R0ID2RMeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xyQ46iMRuL8/s72-c/100_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4909465235170061090</id><published>2007-11-05T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:48:41.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOVED AND I HAVE THE BRUISES TO PROVE IT</title><content type='html'>I'm in people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got everything in Friday before noon.  Unpacked most boxes and already have given them away to a fellow mover and groover.  Gearing up for little house warming on the 17th.  Life is going pretty darn well I must say.  I love my apartment and the lay out of the place.  The only problem is that there is no linen closet.  So we'll get creative.  The rooms are good size, the hallway is extra wide and the kitchen is pretty decent for an apartment.  Lots of counter and cupboard space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a couple of dressers.  I haven't had a dresser in 7 years.  Can you believe that?  Me either.  Maybe a trip to Ikea is in order.  Or one to target online.  I'm so lazy.  I only need a few odds and ends and I'm good baby!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be more worried or afraid to be on my own the first couple of nights.  That hasn't been the case though.  The only one who seems to be having any anxiety is Lil, the cat.  She is having a hard time adjusting to her new surroundings.  She finds new and interesting tight spaces to squeeze her fat lard ass into.  Every day is a new game of hide and seek.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was not only moving weekend, but also birthday weekend.  Autumn turns 13 tonight at 7:10 PM and my neice turns 11 tomorrow.  Sorry, I don't remember the time.  Saturday was my nieces party which was so relaxing after spending the previous day moving.  We rocked some guitar hero all afternoon.  I totally suck but LOVE playing!  Maybe Santa can bring me one for christmas.  Gee, I hope Santa reads my blog!  Earlier in the day, Autumn and I went to the mall for her to spend some cash and to get her ear pierced.  Top right ear to be exact.  She now has a little bar bell in there.  It hurt her more than she expected, but she's tough as nails and seems to be handling the pain better than I would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we picked up the BOYFRIEND from the airport.  That was super fun.  I dunno why, it just is.  Got a movie and went home and chilled for the night.  Sunday, me and a girlfriend took some girls and went and saw The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D.  Can I tell you how much fun it is to be in a car load of girls screaming out the window and carrying on?  NOT.  They weren't that bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad all the whoopla is over and this coming weekend will be lazy and uneventful.  Or will it??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4909465235170061090?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4909465235170061090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4909465235170061090&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4909465235170061090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4909465235170061090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-moved-and-i-have-bruises-to-prove-it.html' title='I MOVED AND I HAVE THE BRUISES TO PROVE IT'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4247258769573906890</id><published>2007-10-31T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:28:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Bitches!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have no time to call or write anymore.  Moving and divorcing is draining my senses!  Tomorrow is the big move day.  I hope to post pics of my new joint next week.  So please come back and visit.  I miss you all and hope you have a fun and safe halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4247258769573906890?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4247258769573906890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4247258769573906890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4247258769573906890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4247258769573906890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween-bitches.html' title='Happy Halloween Bitches!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8340136688874385355</id><published>2007-10-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:22:25.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10-20-30 Virus</title><content type='html'>Interested??  I'll tell you what I was doing 10, 20 and 30 years ago and you do the same, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago, I was married for 3 years and had a beautiful curly topped toddler.  I was struggling with being a working mom with little help at home.  I was also forming friendships where I worked that I still have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago, I was a 17 year old nerd who had big hair, didn't like high school and who'd never been kissed.  And wouldn't be kissed for two more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years ago, I was 7 and we lived in a ghetto that would affectionately become to be known as Gunpoint.  But at the time, I didn't even realize it.  We had nice neighbors and I loved where we lived.  A year later we'd move to the country where I could roam free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8340136688874385355?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8340136688874385355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8340136688874385355&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8340136688874385355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8340136688874385355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-20-30-virus.html' title='10-20-30 Virus'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1488196646693988832</id><published>2007-10-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:06:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Meme</title><content type='html'>You know I loves me some &lt;a href="http://msmamma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. Mamma&lt;/a&gt;..Wait, you didn't know that?  Well now you do!  She would like to know what my super silly names are so here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp; first car) - King LeMans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)- Jamocha Ginger Snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) - D CHR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) - Magenta Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) - CHRDO  (that's stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) - The Pink Daquiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) - Tony Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) - Hunt Heathrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, favorite flower)- Autumn Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) - Canteloup Tankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)- Granola Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”) - The Lightening Kisser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Jane Eureka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp; father’s middle names ) Madeline Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1488196646693988832?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1488196646693988832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1488196646693988832&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1488196646693988832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1488196646693988832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/name-meme.html' title='The Name Meme'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-949110061225327216</id><published>2007-10-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:29:40.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin On Up To The East Side</title><content type='html'>To a big blue apartment in the sky.  Ok, not exactly the sky but on the second floor.  Last week was a big week for me.  Capping of a pretty big month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, the father of my spawn and I got into a bit of an arguement.  Over something truly stupid and not worth arguing over, but you know it happens.  I left in a huff and spent some time with my new main squeeze.  When I arrived back home hoping someone would already be in bed, I was disappointed that he was still up and in a very chatty mood.  We've gone back and forth on whether or not he is going to sell our house or not.  I don't care either way (well I do, cuz I don't want to be involved in selling the house) I just want my fair share and to MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE.  Chatty Kathy and I spent an hour going over my life and his and what he's going to do with the house.  He finally said he'd give me $XXX amount of dollars to get my own place.  I went from being completely peeved to wow I guess you aren't so bad after all even though I can't stand you right now.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called that very next day on an apartment I was interested in and I knew it had vacancies.  I was shown apartment #23 (which is my birthday, yea it's a sign) and loved it!  It's a two bed two bath with a fireplace and two balconies.  I put down my deposit today and move in on November 2.  Geez, it's kind of hard to type this when I'm jumping up and down!!!!  There is going to be one casualty in all of this and that's poor dumb Minnie.  She won't be moving with us.  She's too barky to be living in an apartment and I need the freedom to be away for an entire weekend with out worrying about her so off the pound she goes.  NOT.  Seriously, I'm not that cold hearted.  She may go to live with a friend of Autumn's which would be nice, and we could visit her.  Or, the organization I got her from would be willing to take her back.  All I can say is, Minnie, may you always have a nice place to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxTYQr2EMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Hy58wk-rmF0/s1600-h/Minnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxTYQr2EMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Hy58wk-rmF0/s320/Minnie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121956457386094802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is good.  And fun.  And nice.  And sweet.  And yummy.  And he's probably reading this and I'm not going to say anything more cuz I'm getting all bashful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-949110061225327216?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/949110061225327216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=949110061225327216&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/949110061225327216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/949110061225327216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/movin-on-up-to-east-side.html' title='Movin On Up To The East Side'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxTYQr2EMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Hy58wk-rmF0/s72-c/Minnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2087513317470034858</id><published>2007-10-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:30:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who You Callin Rockin??</title><content type='html'>Well apparently, that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxOFbL2EMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XpBwY_xZ5wI/s1600-h/rockin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxOFbL2EMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XpBwY_xZ5wI/s320/rockin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121583903332905154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite legume over at &lt;a href="http://stealthybean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stealthybean&lt;/a&gt; has nominated little ol me as a Rockin Blogger Chick.  My friend, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all my friends were already nominated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are all rockin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today or tomorrow I'll post about me.  Lots to talk about!  LOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2087513317470034858?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2087513317470034858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2087513317470034858&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2087513317470034858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2087513317470034858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-you-callin-rockin.html' title='Who You Callin Rockin??'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RxOFbL2EMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XpBwY_xZ5wI/s72-c/rockin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8731559158809283786</id><published>2007-10-08T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:57:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, The Dating, Hanging out, and More I Won't Say...</title><content type='html'>Is going pretty darn well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was our off weekend.  We've worked it out to where we spend time with our kids on the same weekend so that the next weekend we can be all McNasty.  I had an interesting conversation with the ex, which for his privacy I won't go into any details but the end result was me getting some cash to move my pretty lil ass OUT OF THERE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll ready to come over for a Par-TAY?  BYOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation house hunt commences today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I GET A WHOOP WHOOP?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8731559158809283786?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8731559158809283786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8731559158809283786&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8731559158809283786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8731559158809283786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-dating-hanging-out-and-more-i-wont.html' title='Yes, The Dating, Hanging out, and More I Won&apos;t Say...'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-479557389736026021</id><published>2007-10-05T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:33:50.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULD GIVE YOU THE DETAILS OF MY HOT SMOKIN PERSONAL LIFE, BUT I'M NOT GONNA!</title><content type='html'>Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm gonna rip off the fresh and tangy &lt;a href="http://tangerinezest.typepad.com/"&gt;Ally McBean&lt;/a&gt; with a What's in Your House Meme.  &lt;em&gt;Ally McBean cuz i keep wanting to call her Ally McBeal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of soap is in your bathtub right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  Bath &amp; Body Mango Tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator?&lt;/strong&gt;  Interesting question, but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you change about your livingroom?&lt;/strong&gt;  I would like to move it into my new bachelorette pad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are the dishes in your diswasher clean or dirty?&lt;/strong&gt;  Empty, ready to load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in your fridge?&lt;/strong&gt;  A roast I need to put in the freezer.  Milk, diet sprite, condiments, eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White or wheat bread?&lt;/strong&gt;  Buttermilk white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is on top of your refrigerator?&lt;/strong&gt;  junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color design is on your shower curtain?&lt;/strong&gt;  My bathroom doesn't have a shower curtain, it has doors.  But in front  bathroom, it's a pink hello kitty curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many plants are in your home?&lt;/strong&gt;  Do you mean dead? or alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your bed made right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comet or Soft Scrub?&lt;/strong&gt;  Soft Scrub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your closet organized?&lt;/strong&gt;  Kinda sorta but not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you describe your flashlight?&lt;/strong&gt;  I really can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home?&lt;/strong&gt;  Tupperware plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  Yuck! no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have a garage, is it cluttered?&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, but my car fits so I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curtains or blinds?&lt;/strong&gt;  Blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/strong&gt;  At least 3 at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep with any lights on at night?&lt;/strong&gt;  Only when I'm ascared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How often do you vacuum?&lt;/strong&gt;  Never, but Autumn does a few times a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standard toothbrush or electric?&lt;/strong&gt;  Standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;  Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch?&lt;/strong&gt; a dirty one, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in your oven right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  My head.   kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anything under your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;  fur kittens, a box of autumn's school momentos and an empty fire safe box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore you hate doing the most?&lt;/strong&gt;  All of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What retro items are in your home?&lt;/strong&gt;  My grandmothers dining room set.  Although I wouldn't call it retro.  Not quite antique either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a separate room that you use as an office?&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, it's called the dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many mirrors are in your home?&lt;/strong&gt;  Too lazy to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your walls?&lt;/strong&gt;  Blue and green.  Only two rooms are painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your home smell like right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  Dog breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite candle scent?&lt;/strong&gt;  Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of pickles (if any) are in your refrigerator right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  Stackers (dill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color is your favorite Bible?&lt;/strong&gt;  Strange question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been on your roof?&lt;/strong&gt;  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own a stereo?&lt;/strong&gt;  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many TVs do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many house phones?&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a housekeeper?&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm pretty sure she quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What style do you decorate in?&lt;/strong&gt;  I don't  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like solid colors or prints in furniture?&lt;/strong&gt;  Solid.  I care more about the comfort, not the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a smoke detector in your home?&lt;/strong&gt;  Several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you’d grab if you only could make one quick trip?&lt;/strong&gt;  My kid, my dog, my purse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-479557389736026021?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/479557389736026021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=479557389736026021&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/479557389736026021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/479557389736026021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-could-give-you-details-of-my-hot.html' title='I COULD GIVE YOU THE DETAILS OF MY HOT SMOKIN PERSONAL LIFE, BUT I&apos;M NOT GONNA!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6565700424072745246</id><published>2007-09-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:27:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Mentioned I Don't Like Dating??</title><content type='html'>So, we are just going to call this hanging out.  I think it takes the pressure off the whole thing.  So I met this wonderful guy and we went to dinner.  We were both pretty nervous about it which in a way made me feel better that it wasn't just me feeling like a school girl with a crush.  We talked to each other on our way to the restaurant which made it a little easier as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was for me, a little nerve racking.  We were squished into a mini booth for two, which I hate.  So I was uncomfortable sitting there.  And I ordered something that turned out to be very messy, so I was self contious about eating.  Which is so complete stupid.  I don't him not to judge me on this one meal, cuz I am a girl who likes to eat.  After dinner, we decided to go get coffee.  Last night was a gorgeous Autumn evening.  There was no wind, it was warm (warmer outside than inside Starbucks) so we sat outside and talked for two hours.  About everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove him back to his car and we said goodnight with a nice warm hug.  I liked that he's not the kind of guy to paw ya or try to stick his tongue down my throat cuz ACK.  I'm not a fan of having my tonsils sucked out of my face.  I was just left with the warm fuzzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I called my my friend, Rae to tell her how it went.  She was supposed to call me before the date to make sure I was ok and she totally forgot about me cuz she's a SUCKASS biznotch.  haha  But she apologized profusely and promised to worship the ground I walk on from now on, so I forgive her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a text to thank him for a really nice.  Cuz I'm sweet like that.  And he called me.  haha  We chatted some more.  He tried to get me to tell him what I'd told Rae, but I played coy.  He did the same about what he'd said to his sister.  I did tell him that had we just gone to dinner, I don't think I would have thought we'd had the best date, but the coffee afterward and the talking is what made my night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's in it in a nutshell kids.  I have someone new to spend some time with and I think I really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6565700424072745246?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6565700424072745246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6565700424072745246&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6565700424072745246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6565700424072745246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-i-mentioned-i-dont-like-dating.html' title='Have I Mentioned I Don&apos;t Like Dating??'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4197077088841171446</id><published>2007-09-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:10:52.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Little MIA</title><content type='html'>Howdy y'all.  I'm around.  Just not as chatty as usual.  I've had an interesting couple of weeks, yet nothing really to write about.  Except that I have a date tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the third guy's a charm!  I think he's very charming.  I met him on eHarmony.  Which I think is tons better then Yahoo Personals.  I'm not lookin for a "hook up".  Just someone who understands my situation and wants to hang out.  I think I found it, and I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'm renaming this shit 50 First Dates:  The Suckass guide to dating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4197077088841171446?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4197077088841171446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4197077088841171446&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4197077088841171446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4197077088841171446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-little-mia.html' title='I&apos;m a Little MIA'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3985824157212058396</id><published>2007-09-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:11:56.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday, It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>AND we've got a birthday in da house.  Well here at work.  Sorry, it's no one you know.  We shall be having german chocolate cake and going out to lunch for a greazy burger I hopes.  Today is already lookin 10 times better than yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went downhill from the shoo-ing incident.  Although, your comments (yes, I mean YOU) made me feel so fucking special, thanks for that.  Last night, we attended back to school night.  And only 3 out of 5 teachers showed up.  Nice huh?  C'mon, I made the effort even though I didn't want to go.  Back to school night, just makes me feel like I did in school.  Like I'm there naked and I can't remember my class schedule.  Autumn has a mix of old teachers, so old they tend to "misplace" your homework and new to the school teachers.  One so excited about literature, he's going the theme out his room Harry Potter style.  I think he's going to be my favorite teacher, cuz he made me giggle a lot.  And you must know, even when I was flunking everything, I always passed literature class.  Not that you'd know that about me today, but me in jr high/high school..that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn's last class is world history.  Never one of my favorite subjects.  I remember my first world history class was taught by our high school football coach.  He was so military and uninspired.  He taught strictly by the work, all papers had to have your name military style and the only movies we could watch were those that starred Charleton Heston.  Please don't ask me why, I still don't know.  Autumn's world history teacher, for the purposes of this blog we'll call Homer, was the only one that gave us a syllabus.  Not that I was expecting that from any of them, but it impressed me that he did.  They will be discovering Rome, medievel times and exploring different religions throughout the world.  I'm not one of those religeous fanatics who gets all sucked up because they hear the word religion in a classroom.  I actually find learning about different religions and the empires they formed fascinating.  I'm thinking of taking his class once a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hetero life mate dragged me home from school and plied me with chinese chicken salad and bread so that I'd watchd Big Brother with her.  I ate.  I watched.  No, I'm still not into it.  haha  Boosted by the food and good company I decided to approach the EX about our living sitch.  I keep running up against the same brick wall.  I need to move on with my life and can't do it in the quicksand that is our house.  He splained to me last night that he's given up on the house and we will need to sell it together after all.  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it clear that I wouldn't be doing all the work on making this dump sellable.  Told him what I thought we should focus on but reality is we will still be living there probably until spring.  How depressing is that shit.  My first reaction is to just cut and run.  But that's not very adult.  I'll tell ya though, it's my first reaction to everyfuckingthing in my life.  I think when you do it even once when faced with a problem (which I have), it becomes a part of your DNA and never leaves.  Oh well.  Suck it up, Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I'm so excited about some cake and greazy burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3985824157212058396?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3985824157212058396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3985824157212058396&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3985824157212058396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3985824157212058396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-friday-its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4408149172417697348</id><published>2007-09-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:33:20.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Your Roll, Cracky</title><content type='html'>Ok, as my friend Cherry said (to me, not to you), now is not a good time to piss of Dot.  I'm in a crappy mood.  Got the PMS headache going on.  I'm trying to mind my business and not cause myself any unnecessary cosmic grief.  And I'm on my way back to work from lunch.  And it goes a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a cookie cutter development with a front entrance and a back entrance.  The front entrance goes back through town and you can find your way to a light to safely get across the highway.  The back entrance, leads you out straight onto the highway where there is at the moment, is no nice signal light.  You basically take your chances with your life.  I use the back entrance because it's closer and I don't have to cross traffic to head back to work.  To go towards the light, would be a complete waste of time.  Unless I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as with any other day, I head towards the highway.  There is a blue mustang there waiting to cross traffic and head back towards town.  I pull up beside her as I am making a right onto the highway.  As I glance over at oncoming traffic, I see this cow becoming very animated and hit her steering wheel.  Geez lady, yea there is traffic but it's gonna be ok.  She is going on and on to her teenage daughter and now the daughter is looking up at me with a smirk.  Yep.  This fat fucking crackhead is bitching in her car about me, blocking her fucking view of oncoming traffic.  I mean, if you think about it she'll go a split second after I do and is that such a hardship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to pretend to ignore the daughter continuing to look at me and decide, well here we part ways traffic is starting to clear.  Then.  Get. This.  She fucking shoo'd me with her hands.  As if she were done with me.  So I mouthed slowly for her to go do some more crack and peeled out onto the highway.  My only regret is that I hope her daughter can't read lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I get to call her a fat fucking crackhead.  She's one of those yellow bleach #'s who wears her daughters tank tops even though she really shouldn't.  I'm fat so I get to pull the card.  If you do something so stupid that I have to pull out the fat crackhead comment, you earned it.  If I do something tomorrow and you call me a fat asshole, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you, fugly mama?  Put the pipe down and GO TO THE LIGHT.  And be careful who you are shoo-ing.  I don't wanna have to cut a bitch in front of her kids.  Slow down.  Maybe hit a meeting.  I think they are Thursdays at the Catholic church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4408149172417697348?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4408149172417697348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4408149172417697348&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4408149172417697348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4408149172417697348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-your-roll-cracky.html' title='Slow Your Roll, Cracky'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5460282082701776591</id><published>2007-08-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:30:12.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deordorant Breath</title><content type='html'>I ran out of my favorite deordorant yesterday.  Saying I have a favorite deordorant sounds funny to me.  I'm particular about it.  I like it to be clear, do it's job and not have an overpowering scent.  I've been buying Secret in a lavendar scent.  It's powerful as it prevents those nasty pit stains (don't go gettin all ladylike, we all have had them) and it's a nice scent that I only smell when I first apply it then I forget about it for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning, I'm rummaging throughy my drawer to see if I have anything to get me by til I can get to Target tonight and low and behold I find one.  And then I sigh heavily.  It's Secret brand, but its a white solid and it's baby powder fresh.  Why I would have even bought this I have no idea..unless maybe it was on clearance.  Baby powder fresh is fine when you are 13, but not 37.  Everytime I move, I get a whiff of baby butt coming from my pits.  Not exactly the scent I was trying to promote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me in Target tonight, sampling the deodorants?  Just walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5460282082701776591?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5460282082701776591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5460282082701776591&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5460282082701776591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5460282082701776591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/deordorant-breath.html' title='Deordorant Breath'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4902861812861610472</id><published>2007-08-28T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:40:27.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage 88</title><content type='html'>I can't EVEN believe I'm about to post these crazy pics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a senior, I was also going to beauty school.  My girlfriend and I were going to go together and spend the day getting our pics done and feel a little like two hot models.  We decided to have some girls we went to school with do our hair and make up for the day.  Well, she got a veteran to do hers and I got jacked.  I was so upset, that I told her I couldn't go with and I went home and cried instead.  Instead of beauty school, I should have applied to soap opera school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rescheduled my appointment and went with my mom instead.  I was so proud (at the time) of these pics because they were the only professional ones I'd ever had taken and I actually paid for that shit myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cringe away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RtRzmwHCTfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CR6KzFPQ76I/s1600-h/Senior+pic+10006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RtRzmwHCTfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CR6KzFPQ76I/s320/Senior+pic+10006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103831387304250866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm flamable with all that Aquanet in my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RtRznQHCTgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E-ycMJvaoCA/s1600-h/Senior+pic+20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RtRznQHCTgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/E-ycMJvaoCA/s320/Senior+pic+20007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103831395894185474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're jealous of my visible tan lines, aren't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4902861812861610472?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4902861812861610472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4902861812861610472&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4902861812861610472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4902861812861610472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/vintage-88.html' title='Vintage 88'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RtRzmwHCTfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CR6KzFPQ76I/s72-c/Senior+pic+10006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5065359138487637823</id><published>2007-08-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:17:03.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAWD it's bright outside</title><content type='html'>I think I have a good hang over.  We had our company picnic yesterday catered by the best mexican food this side of mexico.  I haven't eaten so much in awhile.  I got home yesterday and watched some bad TV and sat on the couch doing my best Jabba The Hut impression.  This morning I feel like I have big bags of bean dip under my eyes.  Got chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn's first week of school was good.  She's doing extra credit already going for those A's.  All her idea by the way, I don't push for A's.  She pushes herself enough.  And.  She's been reading.  Books.  I KNOW!  She's not much of a reader at all.  She's more of a math kid.  But last weekend, she picked up one of our Harry Potter books and she hasn't put it down yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bore you with details of my date this weekend, but if I hear the story one more time I'm gonna hurl.  Let's just day, dot doesn't want to date.  PERIOD.  K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5065359138487637823?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5065359138487637823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5065359138487637823&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5065359138487637823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5065359138487637823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/gawd-its-bright-outside.html' title='GAWD it&apos;s bright outside'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1525267423002462798</id><published>2007-08-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:20:09.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Junior High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RsyK5wHCTdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mKaoUp9nGuE/s1600-h/100_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RsyK5wHCTdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mKaoUp9nGuE/s320/100_1233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101605202675518930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all High School Musical up in here, but today was the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RsyLnwHCTeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QrbNZWPPp88/s1600-h/100_1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RsyLnwHCTeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QrbNZWPPp88/s320/100_1236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101605992949501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop taking my picture woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1525267423002462798?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1525267423002462798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1525267423002462798&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1525267423002462798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1525267423002462798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-junior-high.html' title='First Day of Junior High'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RsyK5wHCTdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mKaoUp9nGuE/s72-c/100_1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8345190342039782450</id><published>2007-08-21T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:57:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Being Interviewed, It Makes Me Feel Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://crazydustinmycoffee.typepad.com/crazy_dust_in_my_coffee/"&gt;Ally Bean&lt;/a&gt; sent me some interview questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What are you wearing to jury duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking a pair of overalls rolled up to my knees, big straw hat and flip flops.  haha  Actually, where I live it's not so formal.  I can get away with what I wear to work.  Jean capris, nice top and I'll wear a nice pair of sandals.  Which I found in my closet..still in the bag never worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  You watch lots of movies.  What is your favorite movie and what is&lt;br /&gt;your least favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I do.  It's hard to pick a favorite.  Jaws, American Beauty, Sense &amp; Sensibility, Steel Magnolias to name a few.  Least favorite?  hmmm  Pretty much anything with Jennifer Anniston in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thinking ahead to this fall, pretend it's a lovely autumn day and&lt;br /&gt;you can do whatever you want to do for the whole day.  What are you&lt;br /&gt;going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Autumn (obviously right?).  I'd prolly call my SIL and we'd go shopping somewhere fun.  Or maybe some dream boat would want to take me out for the day to the ocean for a nice long walk. or to SF for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do you speak and/or read any other language than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, my father was fluent in Spanish, and I can't speak a single sentence.  I barely can speak proper english sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cake or pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely CAKE.  Yellow cake with chocolate frosting.  OR  Carrot Cake (w/ nuts) and cream cheese frosting.  mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the rules: &lt;br /&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. &lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. &lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. &lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8345190342039782450?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8345190342039782450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8345190342039782450&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8345190342039782450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8345190342039782450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-being-interviewed-it-makes-me.html' title='I Like Being Interviewed, It Makes Me Feel Famous'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3919860879029914723</id><published>2007-08-20T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:05:33.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants Off Dance Off</title><content type='html'>Autumn was invited to a birthday/dance party tonight.  Does that seem a little odd to you?  A party on a Monday night?  Maybe they see it as the last hurrah before school begins Wednesday.  The party is from 7 to 11.  I didn't sleep a wink last night (for other reasons) so I know I won't be able to stay up til 11.  Thankfully, my friend who's daughter who was also invited, will be driving and picking up.  I'll be camping out on the couch tonight.  I guess this is my future as the mother of a soon to be teen ager..sleepless nights on the couch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3919860879029914723?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3919860879029914723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3919860879029914723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3919860879029914723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3919860879029914723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/pants-off-dance-off.html' title='Pants Off Dance Off'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4522906605906727005</id><published>2007-08-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:43:18.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Thinking About This Fine Friday?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about friends mostly.  Friends coming home from the hospital today.  Friends coming home from vacation FINALLY this weekend.  Friends I'm gonna smear the floor with playing movie games with tonight...haha  Friends I like to go drinking with.  Friends I like talking about life with. My cool bloggy friends.  Friends I haven't even met yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm thinking about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4522906605906727005?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4522906605906727005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4522906605906727005&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4522906605906727005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4522906605906727005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-are-you-thinking-about-this-fine.html' title='What Are You Thinking About This Fine Friday?'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1099566060286101084</id><published>2007-08-15T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:58:47.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Dating for Dummys</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been two days in a row that I've chosen to use the word Dumb on my blog.  Goes to show you what I'm working here with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright look, I'm here to give you men some tips about how to word (and NOT word your profiles).  And ladies, if you can take anything away from this, you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, please use spell check.  No one is going to click on your pic if you can't spell.  If you have trouble spelling, by all means consult a dictionary or better yet, have a friend help you on this one.  Illiteracy sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, words not to use.  I actually saw this on someone's profile.  Fleshy.  Boy was trying to say that he gets hit on by many skinny bitches but he prefers a chick with more meat on their bones.  While I applaud his taste, we do not EVER want to be called fleshy.  Superior alternatives would be Voluptious, Curvaceous, Buxom, or Shapely.  We do not now nor do we ever want to see the term BBW.  I was just telling my friend yesterday, if I see that term one more time I'm going to vomit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, don't go coming on all strong about how you like camping and outdoorsy activities.  Keep that shit under wraps.  You want to reel us in with wining, dining and dancing.  Then when we get to know you and like you a lot, then you can bust out the "c'mon baby, come sleep with me under the stars."  If we like you enough, we'll consider it.  Frankly, I think camping should be more of a boys only activity, but then who'd cook and clean.  I can cook and clean just fine at home.  Not real fond of doing it in the woods. (and I do still mean cleaning, dirty mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, pictures are a must.  Post many pictures.  We all don't care if your hair is receding or you're a little gray.  We are looking for kind eyes, and a pretty smile.  We are not looking for shirtless pics just yet.  The 70's are over and everyone needs to put their fucking shirts back on.  This means YOU buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth and probably most importantly, be real.  Everyone writes that they are a nice guy, honest, genuine.  Be real.  You are men.  We know who and what you are.  If you are looking for love?  Say it.  If you are looking for sex?  SAY IT.  At least if I know where your little head is at, I know how to respond.  Either I want to fall in love with you or just have sex.  Put it out on the table.  That's all I'm sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this little session has helped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or made you laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1099566060286101084?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1099566060286101084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1099566060286101084&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1099566060286101084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1099566060286101084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/internet-dating-for-dummys.html' title='Internet Dating for Dummys'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5974886154410218582</id><published>2007-08-14T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:51:32.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Dumb Dumb Who Unplugged my Phone Cord From My Receiver</title><content type='html'>What are you, 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your plan backfired, because I noticed before I picked up the next call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.  And keep your greazy paws off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where is the disinfectant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5974886154410218582?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5974886154410218582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5974886154410218582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5974886154410218582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5974886154410218582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-dumb-dumb-who-unplugged-my-phone.html' title='To The Dumb Dumb Who Unplugged my Phone Cord From My Receiver'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5138743502371638776</id><published>2007-08-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:31:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl Like To Party All The Time</title><content type='html'>Well not all the time, but this weekend I was in the mood for a party.  Ok, I was in the mood to get a little sloshed, punch someone in the face and pass out at an IHOP but that wasn't in the cards.  So I settled for going to my SIL's house, eating yummy carne asada, getting a little sloshed, playing silly shout your answers out DVD games with an intimate group of 4. It was way fun.  Funner still, that I left my little shadow at home this weekend so that she could spend it with her friends and her dad.  At one point Saturday I was home between shopping and partying and Autumn popped in and demanded that I take her and her friends to the mall.  Uh nope, sorry.  I'm outa here.  She stomped away and later I saw her pointing to my car from the park as I sped away.  MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, her dad took her to Marine World and they had a lovely time.  I went with a friend to SF.  The traffic was incredibly heavy so we decided to cut thru Oakland and see if we could get ahead of it.  BIG MISTAKE.  Thank goodness the only time you can probably get away with being lost in Oakland is at 11:30 on a Sunday morning.  We didn't see any crack deals.  Ended up following some crazy MO-FO who passed us on a city street as they were speeding towards the highway.  We ended up back on the freeway ahead of traffic and in the FASTRAK lane.  FREE PASS  score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Cliff House, which is just awesome.  It was my very first time there.  I was born and raised here and still have so much that I've never seen or been to.  We had crab cakes and pot stickers and sat at the bar and just chatted.  Then we walked down to the beach and stuck our toes in the frigid water.  There was the cutest little pug playing fetch.  He'd run into the ocean and fetch the stick and then bring it back and pretend he was going to bury it in the sand.  Then he'd give it to his owner and do it again.  At one point, the man started showing off and he grabbed the stick while it was still in the pug's mouth and he swung the little guy around and around.  Too cute.  The best part of the day was walking through the sand.  The sand scrubbed my feet and now they are as smooth as a baby's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back our way in time to meet another friend for a movie.  (I know, long day!!)  We saw Stardust with Michelle Pfeiffer and Robert De Niro.  It was really good!  It was different, like a fairytake for grown-ups.  Not for younguns under 13 definitely.  Robert De Niro was so freakin funny.  He plays this gruff on the outside pirate, who's really a floofy girly man when he's alone.  Michelle Pfeiffer was evilly delicious.  Does this woman every freakin age???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Monday.  I'm tired and not wanting to work.  I just keep thinking about that sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5138743502371638776?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5138743502371638776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5138743502371638776&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5138743502371638776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5138743502371638776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-girl-like-to-party-all-time.html' title='My Girl Like To Party All The Time'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3949189754181461878</id><published>2007-08-10T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:10:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Closed My Eyes and Blinked</title><content type='html'>And it finally turned into Friday.  I was afraid I was losing my touch.  With reality that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pathetic sweaty gym sock that is my life continues.  I'm trying to make fun plans this weekend to take my mind off of the fact that I'm going to be a single part time parent.  Don't get me wrong, I love a break every now and again, but watching her go and soon meeting the new people in our lives makes me feel like somone stuck their hand into my chest and cut out half my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed because this was NEVER my intention for her.  That I have no control over my emotions.  And that I have no money to drink heavily tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side?  I'm leaving work early and going to the chiropractor where his soft hands will work out all my tension.  I will hang with people I adore and maybe they will ply me with liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for me Argentina, I know I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3949189754181461878?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3949189754181461878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3949189754181461878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3949189754181461878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3949189754181461878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-closed-my-eyes-and-blinked.html' title='I Closed My Eyes and Blinked'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-5507648639114322899</id><published>2007-08-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:41:56.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It's been a quiet day in the office.  Which I don't like.  I'm alone with my crazy thoughts (that I'll die penniless and alone) and they are driving me, well crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I YAHOO'd crazy thoughts because I can and here is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dig a hole through the center of the earth, come out on the other side, and then let go, would you be falling down or floating up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nobody buys a ticket to a movie do they still show it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do penguins have knees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we sing "Rock a bye baby" to lull our little ones to sleep when the song is about putting your baby in a tree and letting the wind crash the cradle to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Wicked Witch of the West melts in water... how did she ever bathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it say "shake well" on ketchup bottles, but not ketchup packets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm certifiable.  Please come visit.  I'm sooo loooooooooney.  I mean lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-5507648639114322899?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/5507648639114322899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=5507648639114322899&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5507648639114322899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/5507648639114322899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/crapful-wednesday.html' title='Crapful Wednesday'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2552092777897694619</id><published>2007-08-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:24:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulate Me...</title><content type='html'>I filed for divorce today. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Unfortunately, it didn't take any weight off of my ass when it left. Oh well. I went down the court and found parking right across the street from the court house. How's that for luck? I came in with my paperwork and copies feeling confident I had everything I needed but terrified because I had no idea as to what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breezed through metal detection, luckily I left my blade at home today. Then got lost and like a man..didn't want to ask for directions. I did find my way to family law and only had to wait in line for about 15 minutes. If that. I texted my SIL to pass the time. I get to the window and I'm to be helped by a munchkin from munchkin land. I know that is completely insensitive..fuckit. I'm vertically challenged myself so it was a trick to lean over so far and give her my papers. Which she gave back to me because they weren't stapled. So I staple my copy and their copy. Which was wrong so she proceeds to unstaple them and hand them to me individually so they are stapled appropriately. I guess you only need a GED to get this type of job right? At this point I'm feeling incredibly stupid and feeling the heat of 20 eyes on my back from the every growing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to get it all worked out and I pay my fee. I try to ask her some questions, but she's going on lunch and can't by law answer anything anyways. Another lady relieves her and gives me a little bit of help but sends me to legal aid for my other questions. I've filed. BUT NOW WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legal aid has only a short line..but a sign up that says they are not taking any more appointments today. (it's already almost noon by now) I really just have like 2 questions so I'm hoping that the lady at the desk can help me. There is one person talking to her loudly enough to go into her "domestic dispute" crap. Geez bitch, no one else cares. The lady in front of me has questions on how to fill out her forms, thankfully another aid comes out to assist us. I ask the aid if M has to respond to this or is it just easier for him not to. We completed the paperwork together. Basically, I serve him. He doesn't respond. After 30 days, I email legal aid and set up an appointment and we go in and divide and conquer. DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even relay to you how thankful I am that this is going so smoothly. I don't think I could handle any kind of a fight. Apparently we've fought it out over 13 years and now we can just shake hands and call it a draw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2552092777897694619?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2552092777897694619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2552092777897694619&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2552092777897694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2552092777897694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/congratulate-me.html' title='Congratulate Me...'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6034422885593012810</id><published>2007-08-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:44:08.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Internet Dating Sucks Donkey Balls</title><content type='html'>As I was lying in bed Saturday night watching Weeds Season 2 (so fucking good) I got a text message.  I was pretty sure it was the number of the first idiot I met thru the internet personals, but I'd deleted his phone number since I knew we weren't going to be talking any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Trica"  It said.  What a dumb fucking dumbfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this?"  I reply.  Knowing full well it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Fuckface"  He answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh"  Was all I could muster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this??"  He came back.  Now I don't want to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you have the wrong #" Hoping to put it to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, dude, get your bitches STRAIGHT.  No wonder you live in your room and you have no one to play with but yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Fucking Dumbfuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6034422885593012810?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6034422885593012810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6034422885593012810&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6034422885593012810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6034422885593012810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-internet-dating-sucks-donkey-balls.html' title='Why Internet Dating Sucks Donkey Balls'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-548706769895107369</id><published>2007-08-03T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:39:57.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will School Start Already!</title><content type='html'>It seems everyone elses kids are going back to school already and mine is stuck at home, scratching lines in the wall of her cell counting down the days. We still have two and a half weeks to go. She's going with Grandma this weekend to get her paper and pencils before the back to school supplies are replaced with giant fake Christmas trees. You know that section of Target..Christmas Trees, replaced by patio furniture, replaced by school supplies...the never ending circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her summer has been spent in front of the TV watching the &lt;a href="http://www.fuse.tv/index.php"&gt;FUSE&lt;/a&gt; channel. Do you all get this one? It's a music channel that reminds me sort of the MTV of our day only it's not mainstream. They play mostly rock and alternative, which she is really into. Think Headbangers Ball 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were in the car and out of the blue she asked me if I liked the group Metallica. I said yea, I really like their black CD. To which she replied, "Yea me too, it's on my iPod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, my little head banger. ROCK ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-548706769895107369?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/548706769895107369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=548706769895107369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/548706769895107369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/548706769895107369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-school-start-already.html' title='Will School Start Already!'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-6317249142686932341</id><published>2007-08-02T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:15:08.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RrIDAgw5SRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ua5n9G6s1k4/s1600-h/minnesota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RrIDAgw5SRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ua5n9G6s1k4/s320/minnesota.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137435839351058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-6317249142686932341?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/6317249142686932341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=6317249142686932341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6317249142686932341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/6317249142686932341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/08/pray.html' title='PRAY'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RrIDAgw5SRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ua5n9G6s1k4/s72-c/minnesota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2307497874540387388</id><published>2007-07-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:01:49.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do's</title><content type='html'>1.  Attempt to do witty post on blog...CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lavish my bloggy buddies with my attention...Momentarily CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rub antibiotic goo in BoBo's eye...CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Beat self up for eating 2 dinners last night...CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Promise to turn new leaf today in starting new lifestyle...UM, CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Thank Mom for taking Autumn this weekend back to school shopping...THANK YOU MOMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Mail other sister in law most recent pics of Autumn.  That I promised like a year ago...SHIT  still forgot.  Need to do today.  Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Pay bills online cuz it's PAYDAY!...Almost CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  GET TO WORK...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2307497874540387388?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2307497874540387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2307497874540387388&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2307497874540387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2307497874540387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-dos.html' title='To Do&apos;s'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-3627339049286306145</id><published>2007-07-27T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:57:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>Which movie do you want to see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqpK2gw5SPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fSU5tRMWQSw/s1600-h/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqpK2gw5SPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fSU5tRMWQSw/s320/hairspray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091964629064173810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqpK2ww5SQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NVU3vsd5Vuo/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqpK2ww5SQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NVU3vsd5Vuo/s320/simpsons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091964633359141122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not so sure I can sit through John Travolta in a female fat suit. He's not the hunk of my dreams any longer. He's gotten way too squishy (and I'm not talking about his physique, that's still rockin). I mean that he's overly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when Autumn expressed interest in going to see it. Although, when I stop to think about it, she does like movie musicals..Grease, Chicago and of course the insanely popular High School Musical. Anyway, I'll see whatever she wants I guess. D'OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, my SIL, the effervescent LynnDenise with more poly in her grip, is watching old reruns of 90210. It's from season 2 where Brenda meets a dude in her Cardiofunk class and considers cheating on the always brooding Dylan. And it got me to thinking about truly some haneous exercise wear. Spandex?  YUCK  I had this crazy shiny outfit that had tiger-esq phsycodelic lines running through it.  I looke like a liger from alice in wonderland in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the thong leotard.  More like REOTARD.  What a bunch of shit that was.  I remember back in the day, my roommate and I had a membership to this crap called Body Beautiful.  It was just for ladies and we'd take aerobic classes and stuff.  I remember going out and specifically buying this stupid blue and pink thong reotard and short pants to wear there.  Why???  I think because I wanted to fit in with the rest of the crowd.  What exactly was the point?  There weren't any guys to flaunt our junk at.  I could see the thong, you know, if you want to attract a guy that way.  But we all know that never goes anywhere.  How can we keep telling dudes, my eyes are up here when we are wearing a thong?  Just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over, we now resume regular scheduled programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-3627339049286306145?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/3627339049286306145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=3627339049286306145&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3627339049286306145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/3627339049286306145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqpK2gw5SPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fSU5tRMWQSw/s72-c/hairspray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-1270261310289547641</id><published>2007-07-26T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:24:20.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday and I'm Still Thinking About M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>How utterly boring I am.  In answer to some of your questions yesterday (and today) of course they are with peanuts!!  I'm eating some right now.  With a Dr. Pepper.  Apparently going to a health/lifestyle class and learning about the evils of soda and candy to not deter me from my loves.  I'm hardcore like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a candy out there YOU can't live without?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-1270261310289547641?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/1270261310289547641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=1270261310289547641&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1270261310289547641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/1270261310289547641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-thursday-and-im-still-thinking.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday and I&apos;m Still Thinking About M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8335023822038025623</id><published>2007-07-25T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:05:16.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?  Hmmm What's That</title><content type='html'>I'm back to my old hermit ways.  I was just telling a friend that I think I'm trying to do too much here.  Divorcing, moving, losing weight (oh yea, I mean not losing weight), dating, taking care of the kiddo...um, I'm tired.  So I shall go back to living vicariously thru others who are OUT THERE and sit here with my bag of M&amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I throw a green one at you, that means GO FOR IT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I throw a blue one at you, that means please repeat, as I looked down and missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I throw a brown one at you, you are acting like as ass and that's your queue to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I throw a red one at you, that means back the fuck away from what you're doing and come join me on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8335023822038025623?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8335023822038025623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8335023822038025623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8335023822038025623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8335023822038025623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-hmmm-whats-that.html' title='Life?  Hmmm What&apos;s That'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2306013159029760443</id><published>2007-07-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:20:16.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>It's a cold over cast Tuesday.  Kind of mirroring my mood.  Funny how it sometimes happens that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-Toy was over before it even begun.  Only ever went on one date with the guy, but it became apparent that everything we talked about in our phone conversations was NOT was he was about.  I'll leave you guessing as to WHAT exactly he WAS looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I decided to drown my sorrows in a series of strawberry daquiris.  It was a friend's birthday and we were quietly celebrating.  We went to the local bar where there were approximately 5 other people at.  A couple of older gentlemen are there doing some celebrating of their own.  They are business aquaintenances from the company I work at, one mentions to the other.  "Oh you are THAT girl???"  hahaha  Yes, I guess that's the rumor.  This very generous man came over and plunked down a 100 dollar bill and told us the night was on him.  Well allriiiiiiiiiiiiight!  I'm telling you, there ain't no other way to start of a weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having a really cool time.  With the Viagra set.  We sang and danced and I judged a "best ass" contest.  Not once, but twice.  Yes.  They were Bare.  Of course, I chose the buyer of the drinks.  Duh.  I haven't laughed so much in a really long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I gave myself a little retail therapy.  I bought a pair of "best ass" jeans and a top in a size smaller than I normally wear.  Came home and dove right into Harry Potter.  The book was ok.  Not my favorite.  Everything pretty much ended as I thought.  I did peak at the end Sunday night as it was approaching midnight..then proceeded to just finish the damn thing.  I guess I won't go into too much since there are people still reading it.  I'm trying to decide if I feel satisfied.  And for the most part?  I am.  I guess.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the weekend came to a grinding halt.  Autumn was away at a friends for two days.  We were left at home to have yet another grand finale conversation with phrases like "your a !bleep!"  and I'm a "bigger !bleep!".  No, it wasn't actually a name calling contest more of a this fucking sucks when are we going to be done with it alfuckingready kind of a conversation??  The end result yesterday, yes a two-dayer, was that we have set a timeline to where I will leave or we will sell our house within 6 months.  Whew.  Finally, some relief.  I have an obtainable goal to reach and something to look forward to.  Like a nice piece of chocolate cake dangling on a string in front me.   mmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2306013159029760443?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2306013159029760443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2306013159029760443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2306013159029760443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2306013159029760443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-370821360402976113</id><published>2007-07-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:22:47.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moaning Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqDszyI1OYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0tu6msOq2DE/s1600-h/moaningmeme_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqDszyI1OYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0tu6msOq2DE/s320/moaningmeme_2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089327953304959362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;a href="http://stuck-on-survive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people who will be annoyed you tagged them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msmamma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Mamma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaha  That's all I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things that should go into room 101 and be removed from the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Left over baby fat (I mean mine, if you want to add yours, be my guest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) All the Creepy Pervs out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tom Cruise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things people do that make you want to shake them violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Leaving small children unattended in the street, or their car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Tramp Stamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Tell me I have a pretty face.  (Hey!  I have a nice ass too dammit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you find yourself moaning about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm dying for a Dr. Pepper.  So I am having one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing the above answers tell you about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;That I'm a freakin dork and pre-occupied with my non-existant love life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES&lt;br /&gt;• Link to the original meme at freelancecynic.com so people know what it's all about!• Be as honest as possible. This is about letting people get to know the real you!• Try not to insult anyone - unless they really deserve it or are very, very ugly!• Post these rules at the end of every meme!   ( I didn't post there cuz I was feeling shy.  Fucking sue me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-370821360402976113?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/370821360402976113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=370821360402976113&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/370821360402976113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/370821360402976113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/moaning-meme.html' title='The Moaning Meme'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RqDszyI1OYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0tu6msOq2DE/s72-c/moaningmeme_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-2343155841153061319</id><published>2007-07-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:00:31.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You've Come Here Looking For Excitement...</title><content type='html'>hahaha  You've come to the WRONG place.  But you already knew that.  Who knows why you keep coming back, I'm just glad you do.  I have no kissing and telling to give you.  Some phone conversations, but nothing exciting.  Nothing to keep you on the edge of your seat.  Or the edge of mine for that matter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked last night for an hour, which was nice.  We laughed.  Then I felt guilty about ignoring Autumn so I told her we'd watch a movie.  Who starts a movie at 10 PM on a Wednesday night???  Ugh.  We watched Norbit.  A complete snooze fest for me, but it made Autumn laugh.  Can I just say I don't like Eddie Murphy anymore?  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had hoped would be a fun activity filled weekend, may end up to be a snuggle up with a good book kind of a weekend instead.  I'll survive.  I was invited to a party on Friday night for a friends birthday.  Kind of last minute.  I like going out with the girls..but I don't want to meet anyone local.  I know that sounds crazy..but you can't date anyone in this town or any of the surrounding areas.  As I told my hairdresser last night, if I have a third nipple or something..they'll be talking about it down at the Kwik-E-Mart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a third nipple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense intended if you have a third nipple.  I'm sure that's perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-2343155841153061319?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/2343155841153061319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=2343155841153061319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2343155841153061319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/2343155841153061319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youve-come-here-looking-for.html' title='If You&apos;ve Come Here Looking For Excitement...'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-8328533648110081799</id><published>2007-07-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:33:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Has It Been?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't talked to you, my internet ho's, in a million years.  If I told you everything going on in my life, you'd feel the same I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a divorce.  Did you know that?  Some of you do.  Well there you go.  I was married for 12 years and it was a pretty long boring rut to be in.  We both feel exactly the same way about it, and there is a little comfort in that.  We have a house that we can't sell.  So at this point, we are roommates.  Kind of like Three's Company without any sexual inuendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to figure out where to go from here.  I live in a small town away from friends and family.  My life has been here.  I work here, I live here and now that things have changed, I don't see how I can go on here.  I live in the kind of town where if you go out with someone and you are seen, or even if you are not, the hens will be talking about it in the grocery store the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 for me is, don't date anyone in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can hear you already out there in interspace, dating?  I can't believe she's talking about dating.  WHORE  Well look, yea I was married for a long time.  The break-up happened earlier this spring.  You think it's too soon?  Well I've been lonely for 12 years.  I've been sad and lonely and now, it's time.  Time for ME.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I already did.  See, it has been a long time since we talked hasn't it?  I called a girlfriend the other day and had to leave her a message about it.  She called me back yesterday and said date?  Was I hearing things??  Did you say you went on a date??  YEA.  I DID.  (sorry mom, I haven't told you yet.  Email to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "bumped" into this person at Walmart of all places.  I'm trying to figure out how I'm still supposed to hate Walmart, even though Saturday, it was a totally fun place to be.  haha  I did tell him straight up later that I'm a Target Girl and that is a deal breaker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner Sunday night at Olive Garden.  Canoodled.  I thought the whole time, I have no idea what I'm doing.  I don't know how to date.  I'm not a casual dater.  I've dated 5 guys and 4 of them were long term boyfriends, one I married.  One was just gross, but we aren't even gong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to be with someone and laugh.  And then?  hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and proceeded to get the flu.  I thought it was nerves.  I kept thinking, I'm at Olive Garden!  Pass the salad!  Pass the bread!  I couldn't eat.  I took home my entire entree and a dessert that he bought for me.  I kept thinking what a dick I am.  Well, it turned out that I just had the flu.  I've been sick ever since.  I'm mustering the energy this morning to write to you, from a banana and some pulpy orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty much it with me...Now I'm going to check and see what the eff is up with y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-8328533648110081799?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/8328533648110081799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=8328533648110081799&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8328533648110081799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/8328533648110081799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How Long Has It Been?'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4537847630847425506</id><published>2007-07-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:47:12.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ally Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border=0 style="border: medium solid #4C7043; background:white; font-family:verdana; font-size: 12px; color:black;" cellspacing=4 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;a style="color:black; font-size:14px;" href=http://www.quiztron.com/tests/harry_potter_charact_quiz_31225.htm&gt;What Harry Potter Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:4C7043; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;You tend to hide behind your friends.  You're the silent hero who helps but seems to always be in the background.  You sometimes get jealous of your friends, but you always stick by them and you are a good friend to anyone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.quiztron.com/tests/harry_potter_charact_quiz_31225.htm&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border=0 src="http://www.quiztron.com/quiz_images/full_807461482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="color:black; font-size:12px;" href=http://www.quiztron.com/tests/harry_potter_charact_quiz_31225.htm&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.quiztron.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quiztron.com/art/quiztron_logo.gif border=0 alt="quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px; color:4C7043;" href=http://www.quiztron.com&gt;&lt;B&gt;Quizzes and Personality Tests&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4537847630847425506?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4537847630847425506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4537847630847425506&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4537847630847425506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4537847630847425506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-ally-bean.html' title='Thanks Ally Bean'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19033650.post-4230344206375680749</id><published>2007-07-09T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:23:57.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bet You Don't Have One Of These In Your Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RpMI-EMY4rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UsAdpWZOHgg/s1600-h/100_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RpMI-EMY4rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UsAdpWZOHgg/s320/100_1190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085418266602037938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little baby calf wondered thru a tiny gap in my neighbors back fence.  We were sitting trying to watch World Series of Pop Culture on VH1 and the cows were being especially noisy.  The poor mommy just wanted her baby back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been safely reunited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19033650-4230344206375680749?l=dorothyc23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/feeds/4230344206375680749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19033650&amp;postID=4230344206375680749&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4230344206375680749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19033650/posts/default/4230344206375680749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyc23.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-bet-you-dont-have-one-of-these-in.html' title='I Bet You Don&apos;t Have One Of These In Your Backyard'/><author><name>Autumn's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028211973653897719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/R5DdU03IP1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/DOc15HPpfyE/S220/Joey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2xjp_MBGrU/RpMI-EMY4rI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UsAdpWZOHgg/s72-c/100_1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
