<?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-13482573</id><updated>2011-07-05T08:02:31.400-06:00</updated><category term='Collecting'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='Deathly Hallows'/><category term='State Quarters'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Lunar Eclipse'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='Letterboxing'/><category term='Blog365'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Geocaching'/><category term='Optical Illusions'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Book 7'/><category term='Turnpikes'/><title type='text'>Families Are Like Fudge......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4688577147329787293</id><published>2008-01-09T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:06.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4R0P2oLv0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pMK-ep1HBGA/s1600-h/wordpress_icons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153371689329606466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4R0P2oLv0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pMK-ep1HBGA/s200/wordpress_icons.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I did it!! I decided it was time for a change. I have moved my posts over to wordpress. My new address is &lt;a href="http://familiesrlikefudge.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. That is if you are interested. Though I am once again struggling with setting up my blog for a second time. So far I like the look that wordpress offers. Now if I could just figure out how to get my blogroll to show on my blog I would be giddy. I guess I have all night at work to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit:&lt;/em&gt; Figured out the blog roll thing. Now just figuring out how to use the rest of the stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4688577147329787293?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4688577147329787293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4688577147329787293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4688577147329787293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4688577147329787293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4R0P2oLv0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pMK-ep1HBGA/s72-c/wordpress_icons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-558705135777254355</id><published>2008-01-08T05:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:35:44.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transfer</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting a new layout for my blog for sometime.  I personally tried to fiddle with my current one with no luck.  I have begged my husband to help me but he is currently way to busy with school, work, and family obligations to really be of any help to me or himself in that area.   I have also noticed quite a few bloggers using other web pages to publish there blogs.  So I have been considering moving my blog.  I just have one question.  Is it difficult to transfers two and a half years of blog posts.  What would everyone recommend I move to if I move?  Just a little thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-558705135777254355?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/558705135777254355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=558705135777254355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/558705135777254355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/558705135777254355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/transfer.html' title='Transfer'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3490107896047103962</id><published>2008-01-08T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:06.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MrFGoLvyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Wpu6ngQplWo/s1600-h/rain-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153009765320474402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="89" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MrFGoLvyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Wpu6ngQplWo/s200/rain-flower.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its raining. No wait more like down pouring water. It feels like spring out there. Smells like spring. We are going to pay for this weather later. For now I will enjoy the smell out side. Fresh and clean. Wish I could send everyone a smell-o-gram with the scent as it is outside right now. So many great memories in just that one smell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3490107896047103962?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3490107896047103962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3490107896047103962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3490107896047103962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3490107896047103962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MrFGoLvyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Wpu6ngQplWo/s72-c/rain-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1809042252123993805</id><published>2008-01-07T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:06.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Like the Corner of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MlM2oLvxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pYlHhmGKsbc/s1600-h/bookit_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153003301394693906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MlM2oLvxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pYlHhmGKsbc/s320/bookit_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone out there remember BOOK IT!? Tonight the family went to Pizza Hut because once again Cera had earned her third BOOK IT! coupon. She got to enjoy her very own personal pan pizza with canadian bacon on it. YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember when I was in first grade earning my first BOOK IT! coupon for that personal pan pizza. My school had a read-a-thon. We all got to bring in sleeping bags and pillows. All the kids read in the gym all day long to earn our coupon. That must have been the start of BOOK IT! because they are now celebrating 20 years. Makes me feel really old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I can remember about BOOK IT! is going to visit my family in Denver over spring break. My cousin and I never managed to have spring break off together. So one day during break my Aunt and I went and picked my cousin up from school and took him to use his BOOK IT! coupon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh those were the days. To be a kid again and get free Pizza Hut Pizza!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1809042252123993805?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1809042252123993805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1809042252123993805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1809042252123993805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1809042252123993805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/memories-like-corner-of-my-mind.html' title='Memories Like the Corner of My Mind'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4MlM2oLvxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pYlHhmGKsbc/s72-c/bookit_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-339951944832275318</id><published>2008-01-06T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:07.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Odd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H7B2oLvpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gd0-sr25ZMQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152675457951055506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H7B2oLvpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gd0-sr25ZMQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the oddest dream last night. I dreamed I was pregnant. That my husband and I told everyone that we were expecting and that they all forgot. We would tell them again and they would once again forget. The dream went on like that till I went into labor. Then suddenly everyone w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H5ymoLvlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fMZea2BP8uk/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152674096446422610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H5ymoLvlI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fMZea2BP8uk/s200/pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as like "Oh my gosh why didn't you tell us you were pregnant. We better get you to the hospital." Then they would walk away and leave me there still needing a ride to the hospital. This seemed to go on for days. When I finally got to the hospital the doctor told me that I wasn't pregnant and to go home. When I got home I some how had a baby that was ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very rarely remember dreams. Often when I do remember them they they in some shape or form come true. For my sake I can't really get pregnant because I have been "fixed". Had my tubes tied over 6 years ago during my last C-section. I have now become very confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-339951944832275318?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/339951944832275318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=339951944832275318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/339951944832275318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/339951944832275318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/odd.html' title='Odd'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H7B2oLvpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gd0-sr25ZMQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4415203961624764981</id><published>2008-01-05T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:07.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H_ImoLvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iSY-n3GrOxo/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152679971961683618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H_ImoLvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iSY-n3GrOxo/s320/bike.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago John was learning to ride a bike. Almost had the hang of it without training wheels. Then along came Mr. Tree. John ran into Mr. Tree with his bike and part of his face. He has the scar on his right cheek to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been trying to get him to get back on the bike for years. We would partly suceed but he was still to scared. Till today!!! I took him out and we started at the top of the parking lot. Had a slight downward grade with no trees in sight. The end of the parking lot was like the end of a cul-da-sack. This way he could learn to turn around and ride back up the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many attempts he got the hang of it. All four of us got on our bikes and took a two block ride to 7-11 and got some snacks and a drink and came home. He did awsome!!!! He is still a little scared but he is doing much better now!!!! (though no pictures yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4415203961624764981?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4415203961624764981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4415203961624764981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4415203961624764981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4415203961624764981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-did-it.html' title='He did it!!!'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R4H_ImoLvqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iSY-n3GrOxo/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8904199748923209414</id><published>2008-01-04T03:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:08.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"We always knew you were a whoopsie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39SYWoLvgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lKQ4bBgKRQg/s1600-h/Stardust_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151927077079596546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39SYWoLvgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lKQ4bBgKRQg/s400/Stardust_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this movie for the first time tonight and I loved it!!! There is a scene in the movie with Robert De Niro with him dancing. It is almost as good as the diner scene in "When Harry Met Sally." My husband, my kids and I were all laughing by the end!! I was laughing more at the reaction of my husband at the time but the scene was hilarious. I have added it for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!!! I hope you can laugh at it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/InlhE8aKaPM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InlhE8aKaPM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8904199748923209414?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8904199748923209414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8904199748923209414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8904199748923209414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8904199748923209414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-always-knew-you-were-whoopsie.html' title='&quot;We always knew you were a whoopsie&quot;'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39SYWoLvgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lKQ4bBgKRQg/s72-c/Stardust_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7250233430155654417</id><published>2008-01-03T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:59:38.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Extra Features</title><content type='html'>When the new Harry Potter movie came out on DVD this past December they advertised &lt;em&gt;great &lt;/em&gt;DVD extras.  You could edit your own scene from the movie, there were awsome deleted scenes.  Well I finally got to the extra disc from Netflix to watch.  Not what I was expecting.  The extras were weak.  Slightly boring.  Uneventful.  I had watched most of the stuff already on either youtube (damn that youtube) or on Mugglenet.  So movie: good.  Extras on second DVD: bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7250233430155654417?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7250233430155654417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7250233430155654417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7250233430155654417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7250233430155654417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/extra-features.html' title='Extra Features'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8119305439027135888</id><published>2008-01-02T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:08.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turnpikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39l3WoLvjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1GqgTsApiU4/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151948500376469042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39l3WoLvjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1GqgTsApiU4/s200/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have lived in the Oklahoma City area now for 6 1/2 years. For those 6 1/2 years I have lived without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PikePass&lt;/span&gt; until today. I now am part of the turnpike world. I now have in my front &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; device that allows me to drive on a road without having to stop and pay.&lt;br /&gt;Though the turnpike was built before I moved here and was supposed to have been paid for by now they still charge us to use it. The toll booths are still there. The few attendants are still there. We are still paying.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I find most sad about this is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; is the crossroad to the country. Two of the major highways go through Oklahoma. We are the only state to have two interstates that go from one side of the country to the other. I-35 goes from Mexico to Canada and I-40 goes from the East to the West coasts.  The only way to get in or out of Oklahoma without paying is I-35 by Texas or on I-40 either direction. Which leaves having to pay on I-44 either direction to enter or exit Oklahoma or to pay Kansas on there turnpike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined the group. I still refuse to conform!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done ranting for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8119305439027135888?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8119305439027135888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8119305439027135888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8119305439027135888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8119305439027135888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39l3WoLvjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1GqgTsApiU4/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-652215199535761650</id><published>2008-01-01T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:08.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog365'/><title type='text'>I Think I Can, I Think I Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39bRmoLviI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TC2hbkf7SoU/s1600-h/sunburstlogo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151936856720129570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39bRmoLviI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TC2hbkf7SoU/s400/sunburstlogo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I joined &lt;a href="http://blog365.ning.com/"&gt;Blog365&lt;/a&gt; today. One of my "resolutions" for 2008 is to post at least once a day. I don't really believe in resolutions so I guess it is more of a promise to myself. After reading several blogs this past few days that have chronicled there year. I find that I can not do that because I either did nothing that I feel was all that exciting in a certain month or I can't remember anything. So Blog365 to my rescue. Hopefully at this time in 2009 I can do a meme with what i did in 2008 properly. It might just be pictures, or just random thoughts by Audi (I have tons of those) but I will post something. Lets see how far this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feb.29th is a Free Day and will be the Blog365 day of rest! (Thanks Leap Year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You do not HAVE to post to the same blog as long as you post everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No internet? Write your post locally and post it once you are back on the grid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer Broken? Grab some paper and do some old school blogging.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A post is a post, not everything has to be in writing. Photos, YouTube videos, and the like are all considered content.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun, because that's the whole point!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note:If you post offline work, consider changing the date on the post to reflect the day you actually created the content &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-652215199535761650?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/652215199535761650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=652215199535761650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/652215199535761650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/652215199535761650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I Think I Can, I Think I Can'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R39bRmoLviI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TC2hbkf7SoU/s72-c/sunburstlogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6899333753234735548</id><published>2007-12-28T03:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:08.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootles</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS SNOWING!!!! Thought you ought to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148947941734202818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R3S832oLvcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/62rc7f85Htw/s320/DSCF9753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6899333753234735548?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6899333753234735548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6899333753234735548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6899333753234735548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6899333753234735548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/tootles.html' title='Tootles'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R3S832oLvcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/62rc7f85Htw/s72-c/DSCF9753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5105913512595190726</id><published>2007-12-27T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:08.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R3TEBmoLveI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KUZ4uENac3k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148955805819321826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R3TEBmoLveI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KUZ4uENac3k/s320/untitled.bmp" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way home today I was talking to my 8 and 9 year old. I asked them what I had told them about Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter (8 years old):&lt;/em&gt; We need to be ready to go before you get home from work. Shack is getting his nuts chopped off......... Where are his nuts? Are those the things that hang off his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; Trying to not bust out laughing and drive off the road and listening to both children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son(9 years old&lt;/em&gt;): Yes those are them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter:&lt;/em&gt; How would you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son:&lt;/em&gt; Because I am a boy and have them so I know what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter:&lt;/em&gt; Yeah but your not a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son:&lt;/em&gt; So they all look about the same. Daddy even has some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By this time I am am laughing at them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt; Yes those are what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of my children everyone. What can I say. My daughter has a potty mouth. I can't believe I just shared that but it was just to funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5105913512595190726?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5105913512595190726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5105913512595190726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5105913512595190726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5105913512595190726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/fixed.html' title='Fixed'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R3TEBmoLveI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KUZ4uENac3k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4357026566485952521</id><published>2007-12-19T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:25:28.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>I think it is time to get a new template for my blog.  I do like the one I've got but it is getting a lil tiresome to look at all the time.  So if anyone would be willing to create a new one from scatch for about $30 let me know.  Just leave me a comment and I will contact you.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4357026566485952521?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4357026566485952521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4357026566485952521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4357026566485952521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4357026566485952521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8008169026800834713</id><published>2007-12-19T02:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:09.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Mushy and Holiday Home Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R2jbFmoLvbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4wkuYQ5DhjE/s1600-h/323871699_67a7e14087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145603463585709490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R2jbFmoLvbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4wkuYQ5DhjE/s400/323871699_67a7e14087.jpg" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a child I can remember Christmas Eve we would go and look at the Christmas Lights.  There was this one house and the front and backyard ended on a cul-da-sack so both parts of the yard was visible from the street.  They would decorate it all.  Full of lights and it would make you feel all warm and fuzzy.  We would also go to Downtown Denver and see the city and county building.  It would never fail that everyone would be down there and it would be impossible to park anywhere so we would end up circling the build two or three times to see if the stolen baby Jesus had reappeared because inevitably every year someone found a way to steel it.  After the light viewing session we would go home and get ready to go to the midnight candle light service at church.  I miss going to the service and spending time with my family.  Even though I feel odd around them in recent years I still miss those times.  Wish I could be there for Christmas this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8008169026800834713?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8008169026800834713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8008169026800834713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8008169026800834713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8008169026800834713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-mushy-and-holiday-home-sick.html' title='Feeling Mushy and Holiday Home Sick'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R2jbFmoLvbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4wkuYQ5DhjE/s72-c/323871699_67a7e14087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-9069674555139850553</id><published>2007-12-18T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:20:38.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishy Washy, Brain, Physical Stuff</title><content type='html'>I love the peanuts gang so when I saw this lil test I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Linus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Wishy-Washy: 59%, Mental: 50%, Physical: 68%&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/mt_pics/144/14429055079140350280/2700559068338666967-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;With the outside world being such a big and scary place, everyone needs a source of comfort and security. For Linus this is his blanket - even though Lucy and his grandmother try and break him of the habit. He has an unparalleled knowledge of the Bible and has managed Charlie Brown's baseball team on occasion. When Halloween comes around, make sure your pumpkin patch is sincere.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 99% on wishywashystuff&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 99% on brainstuff&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 99% on physicalstuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/9211405070891307537/Peanuts-Character"&gt;The Peanuts Character Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-9069674555139850553?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9069674555139850553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=9069674555139850553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9069674555139850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9069674555139850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/wishy-washy-brain-physical-stuff.html' title='Wishy Washy, Brain, Physical Stuff'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3245491474040025538</id><published>2007-12-14T02:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:40:38.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Restroom Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I found this on YouTube and laughed so hard I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzO1mCAVyMw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3245491474040025538?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3245491474040025538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3245491474040025538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3245491474040025538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3245491474040025538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/mens-restroom-etiquette.html' title='Men&apos;s Restroom Etiquette'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6148564649648462822</id><published>2007-12-13T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:26:20.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet You Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just thought I would share these lil factoids with everyone.  I love this kind of information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof.  When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying. It's raining cats and dogs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.  (Getting quite an education, aren't you?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.  Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon.  They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..    Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.   Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;England is old and small and the local folks started running out of  places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they  would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ..dead ringer..   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6148564649648462822?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6148564649648462822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6148564649648462822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6148564649648462822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6148564649648462822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/bet-you-didnt-know.html' title='Bet You Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1160439059602103358</id><published>2007-12-12T02:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:24:42.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Pirate Monkey's Harry Potter Personality Quiz" src="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/images/ISFP.gif" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/"&gt;Pirate Monkeys Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1160439059602103358?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1160439059602103358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1160439059602103358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1160439059602103358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1160439059602103358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-really.html' title='Am I Really?'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1242094674784316814</id><published>2007-12-11T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:25:21.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I think these pictures almost speak for themselves. My cats are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w18.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/cats/4e7db487.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1242094674784316814?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1242094674784316814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1242094674784316814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1242094674784316814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1242094674784316814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-cats.html' title='Crazy Cats'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7555103737260567819</id><published>2007-12-10T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:23:49.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm 2007</title><content type='html'>I took these in Oklahoma City.  A lot of people lost power.  Thankfully I am one of the very few that never lost power.  Someone up there loves me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w18.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/Ice Storm 2007/d4eb0bae.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7555103737260567819?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7555103737260567819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7555103737260567819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7555103737260567819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7555103737260567819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-storm-2007.html' title='Ice Storm 2007'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3957984325098214106</id><published>2007-12-08T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:09.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>As we begin the holiday season, I thought you might appreciate this poem from a Marine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,&lt;br /&gt;HE LIVED ALL ALONE,&lt;br /&gt;IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,&lt;br /&gt;AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,&lt;br /&gt;A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,&lt;br /&gt;NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.&lt;br /&gt;NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,&lt;br /&gt;JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,&lt;br /&gt;AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,&lt;br /&gt;A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,&lt;br /&gt;ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,&lt;br /&gt;THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,&lt;br /&gt;NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?&lt;br /&gt;CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?&lt;br /&gt;I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,&lt;br /&gt;I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,&lt;br /&gt;WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."&lt;br /&gt;ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141515836315457954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1pVaYag2aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WMg6xY67WKU/s320/night_before_christmas_tree_topper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3957984325098214106?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3957984325098214106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3957984325098214106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3957984325098214106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3957984325098214106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1pVaYag2aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WMg6xY67WKU/s72-c/night_before_christmas_tree_topper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2314126400973215063</id><published>2007-12-07T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:10.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1pRWIag2ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YoaFvvNERQM/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141511365254502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1pRWIag2ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YoaFvvNERQM/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again I am blogging from work. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freekin&lt;/span&gt; bored I don't know what to do with myself. I have checked my four e-mail accounts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 4 times each. Checked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; to many times to count and I am now writing a post about being bored. The upside to this is that at this time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I am going to be so drunk from the hubby's Christmas Party that I won't be that bored. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; to free alcohol!!!!! Pictures to come because the hubby was told to bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; camera because everyone really liked the pics we (more like I) took. Though it isn't formal this year. Thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2314126400973215063?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2314126400973215063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2314126400973215063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2314126400973215063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2314126400973215063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/save-me.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1pRWIag2ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YoaFvvNERQM/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3227584514969316541</id><published>2007-12-04T05:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:10.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U9eoag2YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IX-XYnXKTAs/s1600-h/cubemelons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140082146167282050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U9eoag2YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IX-XYnXKTAs/s200/cubemelons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was searching google as I love to do to get pics for a post. I was going to complain about having to work two six day weeks. That is as many hours as my manager is required to work. Over 50 hours in a week. I dont mind working the extra days because the money is good but darnit I had plans. Well I still have plans but I'm going to be to tired to enjoy it!!! Then I found this picture. WTF is it? Square watermellons? That is just plain weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3227584514969316541?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3227584514969316541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3227584514969316541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3227584514969316541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3227584514969316541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U9eoag2YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IX-XYnXKTAs/s72-c/cubemelons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6624018223369912628</id><published>2007-12-03T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:10.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U5rIag2VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pE5PLA55g7E/s1600-h/common_20sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140077962869135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U5rIag2VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pE5PLA55g7E/s320/common_20sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me for a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obituary Common Sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't legally defend yoursel&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U5yoag2WI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UwZwYbPibVk/s1600-h/common_sense_tshirt.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140078091718154594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U5yoag2WI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UwZwYbPibVk/s200/common_sense_tshirt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6624018223369912628?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6624018223369912628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6624018223369912628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6624018223369912628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6624018223369912628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-did-it-go.html' title='Where did it go?'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U5rIag2VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pE5PLA55g7E/s72-c/common_20sense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5194841057952925384</id><published>2007-11-26T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:11.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U7goag2XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CL3naRmd9Cs/s1600-h/711px-Raccoon_(Procyon_lotor)_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140079981503764850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U7goag2XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CL3naRmd9Cs/s320/711px-Raccoon_(Procyon_lotor)_2.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Wal-mart, Target and PetSmart tonight. When I get home my daughter tells me to stay out of the bathroom because there is a raccoon in there. I'm thinking a raccoon why would there be a raccoon in the bathroom. Then the thought of "If there is a raccoon in there how did he get in the house. Then the husband comes out with a raccoon on our leash. Get him outside and call animal control because he can't get the leash off of the raccoon. You want to know what they said. That isn't and emergency and that animal control was on call. So if the raccoon was still in my house would it be an emergency? What is this world coming to? Lucky for us no one in the house was hurt but he sure did make a mess in the living room, Cera's room and in the bathroom. Ghah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5194841057952925384?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5194841057952925384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5194841057952925384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5194841057952925384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5194841057952925384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R1U7goag2XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CL3naRmd9Cs/s72-c/711px-Raccoon_(Procyon_lotor)_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-320146519850196973</id><published>2007-11-21T04:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:11.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R0QL2sMSP0I/AAAAAAAAATo/VMjlUUCIZko/s1600-h/AniTurkey_HappyTurkeyDay_valMA8110558-0001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135242509312737090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R0QL2sMSP0I/AAAAAAAAATo/VMjlUUCIZko/s400/AniTurkey_HappyTurkeyDay_valMA8110558-0001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-320146519850196973?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/320146519850196973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=320146519850196973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/320146519850196973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/320146519850196973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/R0QL2sMSP0I/AAAAAAAAATo/VMjlUUCIZko/s72-c/AniTurkey_HappyTurkeyDay_valMA8110558-0001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6744976020151445961</id><published>2007-11-12T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:11.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132081789068511570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RzjRMjuuCVI/AAAAAAAAATg/KMQIz-O9-7Y/s200/webpage%2520logo.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;I got a flu shot today now I don't feel very good. I thought it was supposed to help you not get sick. I would have been better not getting it. Uhg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6744976020151445961?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6744976020151445961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6744976020151445961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6744976020151445961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6744976020151445961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/11/flu-shot.html' title='Flu Shot'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RzjRMjuuCVI/AAAAAAAAATg/KMQIz-O9-7Y/s72-c/webpage%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5840431922590255914</id><published>2007-10-29T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:24:26.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>William Tell Overture for Moms</title><content type='html'>This lady ROCKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=4285516&amp;amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1202370&amp;amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1202370&amp;amp;imTitle=William%252BTell%252BOverture%252Bfor%252BMoms&amp;amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;amp;creatorValue=aXRhaW50bm9iaWdnaWU%3D&amp;amp;vid=1202370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5840431922590255914?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5840431922590255914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5840431922590255914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5840431922590255914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5840431922590255914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/william-tell-overture-for-moms.html' title='William Tell Overture for Moms'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5511775244391293128</id><published>2007-10-26T01:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:11.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Rocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RyGcK14wu3I/AAAAAAAAATY/mcJnMpZC5XM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125549561002113906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RyGcK14wu3I/AAAAAAAAATY/mcJnMpZC5XM/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I have joined my husband in his stupidity. Today I was helping my friends two daughters with a science project for a science day at sch00l tomorrow. They had a choice to build either a egg drop, a water rocket, a ping pong launcher or a hydrogen rocket. The girls chose to do the water rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were required to use a 20oz pop bottle, attach a noise cone and fins to the rocket. For weight purposes we decided to use pop cans as the fins. We spray painted them to make them look cool and started putting them together. After we had them finished we were tossing them into the air to see how well the flew. Well instead of letting it drop I tried to catch it. BAD idea!!!! It landed between my pinkie and ring finger and sliced it open. Looking at it I probably would have needed stitches if it weren't for the location. So now the ring finger and pinkie are taped together to help it heal and to keep me from slitting it open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson I have learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pop cans when cut are very sharp. Don't let me around them because I do stupid stuff with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am more like my husband everyday. I must me kept away from lawn mowers. Who knows what might happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5511775244391293128?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5511775244391293128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5511775244391293128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5511775244391293128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5511775244391293128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/water-rocket.html' title='Water Rocket'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RyGcK14wu3I/AAAAAAAAATY/mcJnMpZC5XM/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1464868720503631039</id><published>2007-10-21T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:12.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called In Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rxr7fUjX8lI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Qmve5Plqh2c/s1600-h/see_drunk_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123684041598956114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rxr7fUjX8lI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Qmve5Plqh2c/s320/see_drunk_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked somewhere that a co-worker has called in drunk? Well tonight has been the topping on the cake!! My only night off this week and I get called in because the person that was supposed to work had her MOM, yes I said MOM, call in sick for her. Can anyone guess why....... I'll wait........ Yeah she called in drunk. She went to a Halloween party and got to drunk to come to work. Gha I need sleep. I have now been up since 5:30 pm on Friday. That would mean I have been up for 32 hours. I am so tired that my eyes won't stay focused. So if this post doesn't make any sense we all know why. Gotta stay awake. Have a wonderful day everyone. I will be sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1464868720503631039?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1464868720503631039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1464868720503631039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1464868720503631039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1464868720503631039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/called-in-drunk.html' title='Called In Drunk'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rxr7fUjX8lI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Qmve5Plqh2c/s72-c/see_drunk_close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1745161124332222574</id><published>2007-10-18T04:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:05:06.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotta try this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....anyone want to join in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UcLimte3A4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1745161124332222574?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1745161124332222574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1745161124332222574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1745161124332222574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1745161124332222574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-gotta-try-this.html' title='I&apos;ve gotta try this.....'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7545320717304441203</id><published>2007-10-14T23:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:12.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Sights</title><content type='html'>Living &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RxMI7EjX8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/2aYkC3GTQu0/s1600-h/awax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121447012177801730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RxMI7EjX8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/2aYkC3GTQu0/s200/awax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;near an airforce base I have come accustom to seeing Awax planes flying over head. It took a while to get used to seeing them as they are HUGE aircraft and being so close to there homebase they tend to fly lower to the ground. Today I saw a strange sight in the sky. I saw a Stealth Bomber. It made me wonder why would there one be here in Oklahoma Cit&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RxMKF0jX8iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BDAIcbTNioU/s1600-h/stealth+bomber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121448296373023266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RxMKF0jX8iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BDAIcbTNioU/s200/stealth+bomber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y of all places. Granted we do house the homebase for all Awax planes but a Stealth Bomber is another story. My head started to go off on one of its little rants about out government not telling us everything. But that is another post all on its own. But the good thing about this strange sight was my son got to see it as well. It made his day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7545320717304441203?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7545320717304441203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7545320717304441203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7545320717304441203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7545320717304441203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/odd-sights.html' title='Odd Sights'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RxMI7EjX8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/2aYkC3GTQu0/s72-c/awax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6576708429606654874</id><published>2007-10-14T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:49:02.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cera Cheer Camp</title><content type='html'>Cera did a cheer camp at the high school this weekend. Here is a few videos of what she learned. She is on the right in the yellow shirt. My lil girl is getting so BIG. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a926505c05afb759&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6576708429606654874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6576708429606654874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6576708429606654874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6576708429606654874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/cera-cheer-camp.html' title='Cera Cheer Camp'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1630088015672979669</id><published>2007-10-11T07:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:49:56.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick</title><content type='html'>I have to kiddos home sick from school.  I am not the one that let them stay home.  I am starting to wonder if they really should have gone.  The don't seem like they are dieing and neither of them have a fever.  I should just send them to school but I won't because daddy said they could stay home.  There goes my day of peicefull sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1630088015672979669?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1630088015672979669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1630088015672979669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1630088015672979669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1630088015672979669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1534937995065342969</id><published>2007-10-08T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:12.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>Okay I have officially added myself to the slacker blogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;. I still have pictures to post from the visit we had with Jason's family at the beginning of September. I just haven't been feeling quite like myself. Be fighting with my ADD to major extremes that I haven't come to grips with yet. I find myself "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hyperfocusing&lt;/span&gt;" on things that I really don&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RwnfnkjX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/7-TFh0U8Xac/s1600-h/SanDisk+e260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118868322403217794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RwnfnkjX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/7-TFh0U8Xac/s320/SanDisk+e260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'t need to while the important things are being ignored. Add that to the depression that the last few weeks I can't seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; I am a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say though that I finally figured out what to get Jason for his birthday. He mentioned he wanted a MP3 player. So I did a little research and found a great deal on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; player. Has video, picture, FM Tuner, music, a voice recorder on it and 4GB of storage. So Thursday I bought it for him. He loved it. I loved it. On Friday hubby got a bonus from work and he spent it on me. He got me the same exact MP3 player. I am so enjoying it!!!! Now I just have to figure out how to use all of the goodies on it. I can now carry digital pics of the kids where ever I go along with my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly getting myself back on track.  Struggling some days while other days fly by without even realizing it was even here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1534937995065342969?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1534937995065342969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1534937995065342969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1534937995065342969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1534937995065342969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RwnfnkjX8YI/AAAAAAAAARk/7-TFh0U8Xac/s72-c/SanDisk+e260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5656909606813468509</id><published>2007-09-16T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:08:26.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/Puppet.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5656909606813468509?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5656909606813468509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5656909606813468509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5656909606813468509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5656909606813468509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/hand-puppet.html' title='Hand Puppet'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6858041881659624622</id><published>2007-09-03T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:50:17.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so cute but still so very funny. Gotta watch this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvii6xeuKMM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6858041881659624622?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6858041881659624622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6858041881659624622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6858041881659624622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6858041881659624622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/09/panda.html' title='Panda'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5405761453402771982</id><published>2007-08-30T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:12.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In God We Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got this in an e-mail today and it makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; thought I would share it with everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rtefghp6HtI/AAAAAAAAARc/2YCoMSj_nNc/s1600-h/envelope1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104724083786522322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rtefghp6HtI/AAAAAAAAARc/2YCoMSj_nNc/s320/envelope1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES !&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THIS A GREAT IDEA. I WILL START WRITING THIS ON FRONT OF ALL MY ENVELOPES, TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard in the news that the Post Office ha s been forced to take down small posters that say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN GOD WE TRUST"&lt;br /&gt;The law, they say, is being violated. Anyway, I heard a proposal on a radio show, that we should all write:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN GOD WE TRUST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the back of all our mail...after all, that is our national motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. I think it is a wonderful idea.&lt;br /&gt;We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed.&lt;br /&gt;If you like this idea, please pass it on. It has been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore, I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a mess about having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'In God We Trust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our money and having God in the pledge of Allegiance. Could it be that WE just need to take action and tell the 14% to sit down and shut up?&lt;br /&gt;If you agree, pass this on, if not delete!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5405761453402771982?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5405761453402771982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5405761453402771982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5405761453402771982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5405761453402771982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God We Trust'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rtefghp6HtI/AAAAAAAAARc/2YCoMSj_nNc/s72-c/envelope1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1987387576392816685</id><published>2007-08-28T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:35:41.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunar Eclipse'/><title type='text'>Phases</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL7Hg7DeW88" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone get to see the eclipse last night. I got to see some of it. I'm now wishing I would have been home so my kids could have seen it. Granted it was a school night but I think they would have loved to have seen it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can recall seeing a solar eclipse but never a lunar one. Let alone a complete one. I can now understand why ancient societies thought this normal activity was something there gods did to punish or warn them. It is aw inspiring. If you did get to see it hope you got to see more of it than I did. I didn't get to see the blood red part of the eclipse because I was at work and had to go outside to view it. Hey maybe next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Video was filmed in Louisiana set to "Stadium Arcadium")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1987387576392816685?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1987387576392816685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1987387576392816685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1987387576392816685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1987387576392816685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/phases.html' title='Phases'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8158105558254156587</id><published>2007-08-28T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:13.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-arange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtPAjhp6HrI/AAAAAAAAARM/I3i8szilnIE/s1600-h/monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103634519303003826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtPAjhp6HrI/AAAAAAAAARM/I3i8szilnIE/s320/monster.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My living room has been struck my the clutter monster for way to long. Stuff that gets used or we do not want to put in the storage unit has taken over my living room. This weekend I have started to kill the clutter monster.  We got a new entertainment center so the old one could be used for storage. So far by taming the monster my living room seems to have gotten bigger. I hope it stays that way.  Though I doubt it.  Next my bedroom has a monster also.  That one is the tool monster.  Need to find a place to put all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubbys&lt;/span&gt; tools.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uhg&lt;/span&gt; that I'm not looking forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8158105558254156587?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8158105558254156587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8158105558254156587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8158105558254156587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8158105558254156587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-arange.html' title='Re-arange'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtPAjhp6HrI/AAAAAAAAARM/I3i8szilnIE/s72-c/monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6987886120215937140</id><published>2007-08-27T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:13.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtO92hp6HqI/AAAAAAAAARE/ljL_UYiQSWU/s1600-h/200px-Mr._Forgetful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103631547185634978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtO92hp6HqI/AAAAAAAAARE/ljL_UYiQSWU/s320/200px-Mr._Forgetful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever have one of those moments that you think, &lt;em&gt;Hey this would make a great blog post?&lt;/em&gt; Then later in the day you go to post about it because you have this great blog post that happened to you and you can't remember what is was. So you start to think about what happened that day and you still can't remember what is was that was so blog worthy. You then think,&lt;em&gt; Maybe if you stop thinking about it you will remember because it has worked in the past.&lt;/em&gt; You stop thinking about it and you still don't know what it was that you were going to write about. Well that has been my last couple of days. I have stories for you but I can't remember them. I hope I remember what is was cuz it is now starting to drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtO8lxp6HoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cExChMVuWyY/s1600-h/200px-Mr._Forgetful.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6987886120215937140?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6987886120215937140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6987886120215937140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6987886120215937140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6987886120215937140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-was-that-again.html' title='What was that again?'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RtO92hp6HqI/AAAAAAAAARE/ljL_UYiQSWU/s72-c/200px-Mr._Forgetful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6009304556518276706</id><published>2007-08-26T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:10:22.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhyming Couplets</title><content type='html'>A local newspaper (in England) ran a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line... But the least romantic second line.  Here are some of the entries they received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe " go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -Damn, I'm good at telling lies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6009304556518276706?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6009304556518276706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6009304556518276706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6009304556518276706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6009304556518276706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/rhyming-couplets.html' title='Rhyming Couplets'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7225073782598705567</id><published>2007-08-21T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:51:04.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Help</title><content type='html'>Okay I'll admit when I need help. Well most of the time I will. This is one of those times. I don't have the proper software to do the photo editing I need to do in order to change the pictures on my layout. This layout is one that was created by someone else to use in blogger. I finally have enough knowledge to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tackle&lt;/span&gt; changing the pictures at the top. The ones in the circles because they are not my children. Yes they are cute but they are not mine. I also want to be able to put the title in with the pictures somehow. Haven't thought that far in advance, just know I would like to. So if there is anyone out there who can either tell me what program would be good for doing this or is willing to do it for me (for free) that would just totally rock!!! Yes I said free I may be able to do something for you in return I just don't have the $$$$ to pay you. Thanks in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7225073782598705567?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7225073782598705567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7225073782598705567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7225073782598705567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7225073782598705567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/layout-help.html' title='Layout Help'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8366551962425310553</id><published>2007-08-20T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:14.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rsk26hp6HnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p9ka4GpYKiA/s1600-h/feel_sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100668432068255346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rsk26hp6HnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p9ka4GpYKiA/s200/feel_sick.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100665666109316658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="114" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rsk0Zhp6HjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1spmsNsqh0E/s200/happy.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;I feel like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wish I felt like this guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stuck at work dieing. Atleast I think I'm dieing. Someone please come save me at your earliest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt;. Thanx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8366551962425310553?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8366551962425310553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8366551962425310553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8366551962425310553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8366551962425310553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rsk26hp6HnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p9ka4GpYKiA/s72-c/feel_sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4508165319580115305</id><published>2007-08-17T04:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:14.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsV7Shp6HhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8bw1aO_h_nA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099617711268961810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsV7Shp6HhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8bw1aO_h_nA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those days at work or home that time just seems to disappear. One minutes you have eight hours to do everything on your list. The next thing you know you have only one minutes to complete the last ninety items on your list. Wish I had a way to stop time when I needed it. Good grief time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4508165319580115305?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4508165319580115305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4508165319580115305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4508165319580115305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4508165319580115305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/whered-it-go.html' title='Where&apos;d it go'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsV7Shp6HhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8bw1aO_h_nA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4916610776298933321</id><published>2007-08-16T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:14.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Quarters'/><title type='text'>Blogger Land Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsUwCRp6HfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZlhtcYWB_CA/s1600-h/Whitman_State_Quarter_Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099534968724004338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsUwCRp6HfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZlhtcYWB_CA/s320/Whitman_State_Quarter_Map.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;collecting&lt;/span&gt; the state quarters. We have gotten all of the quarter released from the Denver mint thus far. The part we are running into problems with are finding the coins release from the Philly mint. If anyone lives on the East Coast and is willing to help us out let me know. I can send you the list of the quarters we are missing.  I am willing to pay the postage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; pay you for the quarters. Also if you are collecting the quarters I can help you with the Denver minted quarters. Thank You in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4916610776298933321?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4916610776298933321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4916610776298933321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4916610776298933321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4916610776298933321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogger-land-help.html' title='Blogger Land Help'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsUwCRp6HfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZlhtcYWB_CA/s72-c/Whitman_State_Quarter_Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1007830309495714088</id><published>2007-08-14T23:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:14.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><title type='text'>Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKY69yNRFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_eFHrsNfBXU/s1600-h/red_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098805866921804882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKY69yNRFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_eFHrsNfBXU/s400/red_button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKXX9yNRDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vfFr1MfgoO8/s1600-h/red_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that your children always seem to know what buttons to push and when to push them? Today I got home from work and needed to go get band aids for my daughter. We get to Wal-Mart and get the band aids, and go look for some buttons for her school uniforms and some shoe laces. Spent maybe a total of 20 minutes there and my son runs off or doesn't follow me when we are finished in an area. He just stays there. Then we have to go back and get him or let him catch up to us. Left there totally frustrated with him and still didn't have the buttons we needed. We head over to Hobby Lobby. The story repeats he wanders off, plays on things that aren't supposed to be played with and annoys the hell out of me. We find what we need and get to the checkout. While waiting to checkout he starts playing with everything in line. Tell him to stop and he continues. Finally we pay for our buttons and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKgBNyNRGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_Xx6oEJo9E4/s1600-h/mcdonalds_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813670877381730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKgBNyNRGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_Xx6oEJo9E4/s400/mcdonalds_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had promised to take them to McDonald's for lunch. So around noon we head out for lunch. Get to McDonald's and start to order and guess what the boy does? Runs off again. We get lunch and he starts to snag some of my fries so I take some of his and he starts yelling at me. I ask him to calm down and get himself under control or his Happy Meal goes in the trash. He stops for a minute and them starts yelling again. Well the Happy Meal ended up in the trash and we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home he took his afternoon pill, got lunch and got sent to his room. So why do I feel like the bad person here? Why I feel like I did the wrong thing? My daughter was the one apologising for the way he behaved not him. She felt bad about the money waisted on the Happy Meal and that our lunch out was ruined and that we had to go home to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there have any suggestions? I have no idea how to handle him anymore. I have a 9 year old son with ADHD that I am at wits end with. I feel lost and out of control with him. It seems he is always angry at someone. His sister, me, dad, and even himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1007830309495714088?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1007830309495714088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1007830309495714088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1007830309495714088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1007830309495714088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/button.html' title='Button'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RsKY69yNRFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_eFHrsNfBXU/s72-c/red_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1864787354131275237</id><published>2007-08-13T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:08:02.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>If you don't know about Post Secret I hate to say it you should. Here is a movie motage to get you started......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1864787354131275237?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1864787354131275237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1864787354131275237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1864787354131275237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1864787354131275237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2756147964451501263</id><published>2007-08-07T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:15.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P-A-R-T-Y cuz I gotta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrlrltyNRAI/AAAAAAAAANs/rFjYZHVnqYs/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096222749035938818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrlrltyNRAI/AAAAAAAAANs/rFjYZHVnqYs/s200/HappyBirthdayMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Big Happy Birthday goes out to my BFF. Today is her birthday. Hope it is GRRRRREAT!!!!! Oh the picture I just couldn't resist. Missin' you lots!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2756147964451501263?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2756147964451501263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2756147964451501263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2756147964451501263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2756147964451501263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/p-r-t-y-cuz-i-gotta.html' title='P-A-R-T-Y cuz I gotta'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrlrltyNRAI/AAAAAAAAANs/rFjYZHVnqYs/s72-c/HappyBirthdayMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4379777821485247551</id><published>2007-08-06T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:15.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrgUl9yNQ_I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZS5WYaYWcro/s1600-h/sprinkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095845620842578930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrgUl9yNQ_I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZS5WYaYWcro/s200/sprinkler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it that when people travel they loose all of there common sense? Is it that we are too excited about out vacation that we forget common courtesy. Do we forget to read and follow general directions? I don't know what it is about travelers that annoy me the most but I think to night I might have figured it out. Why would you hang anything whether it be a hanger or something else on a fire sprinkler head in your hotel room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a guest think that it would be a good idea to do just that. That he didn't have enough room in the dresser or in the closet that he needed to hang something on the fire sprinkler.  To make it even worse we post signs that state not to do this. That it will break the little piece of glass inside and flood the room. I guess he either didn't believe the sign, didn't read it or didn't care until it happened. His wife also told some other guest that they have done it before and nothing has happened. I guess they like to tempt fate enough that it did happen. Also on ours you have to climb on the bed to hang anything on there. Which to me would be another reason not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will have to pay for all of the damages. Out of a 149 room hotel so far we have 10 rooms that definitely have some sort of water damage. Not to mention the rooms that have limited damage that the guest decided to stay in the room for the night instead of moving.  Also the room he was in is totaled. Everything in the room is ruined. The bed, the TV, the dresser,&lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; is damaged.   Then to make it worse after we were able to get the fire alarm off he comes down and says that he is leaving.  I'm thinking what the hell do you think you are doing leaving.  You just caused hundreds of thousands of dollars in damage to my hotel and then you&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrgUH9yNQ-I/AAAAAAAAANc/RoN0oH2TEg4/s1600-h/flooding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095845105446503394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrgUH9yNQ-I/AAAAAAAAANc/RoN0oH2TEg4/s200/flooding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; want to leave.  I did let him leave but made sure his information was correct before he was gone.   Also we have his credit card.  Woo Hoo for us.  Lets see him dispute this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone out there in blog land.  When you stay at a hotel please remember to use common sense and if they tell you not to do something there is usually a good reason.  Also in movies when those fire sprinklers go off it is nothing like the real thing.  The real thing will drench your room in minutes.  They pour water everywhere.  I guess fire sprinkler is a bad name for it.  The should call them fire pours not sprinklers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4379777821485247551?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4379777821485247551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4379777821485247551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4379777821485247551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4379777821485247551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrgUl9yNQ_I/AAAAAAAAANk/ZS5WYaYWcro/s72-c/sprinkler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-9085589079051885067</id><published>2007-08-03T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:29:58.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincedence?</title><content type='html'>Weird 9/11 facts The end with the font is real,u have to try it!!!!!!!!!!!! do it. 1) New York City has 11 letters &lt;br /&gt;2) Afghanistan has 11 letters. &lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters. &lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters. &lt;br /&gt;5) The two twin towers make an "11" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting: &lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the 11th state. &lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11. &lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11 &lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11 &lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11 &lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11. Sheer coincidence..?! &lt;br /&gt;Read on and make up your own mind: &lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11. &lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11. &lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11. &lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident. Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind: Now this is where things get totally eerie: The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars &amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book: "For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace." That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran. Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end: Open Microsoft Word and do the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TRY THIS FOR REAL) &lt;br /&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers. &lt;br /&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 N &lt;br /&gt;3. Change the font size to 48. &lt;br /&gt;4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS 1 scary huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-9085589079051885067?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9085589079051885067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=9085589079051885067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9085589079051885067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9085589079051885067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/coincedence.html' title='Coincedence?'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-771425536721044603</id><published>2007-08-01T05:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:16.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrB2BtyNQ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/cgzUNjr48Ew/s1600-h/SearsLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093700950398157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrB2BtyNQ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/cgzUNjr48Ew/s400/SearsLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received the following in an e-mail. Instead of just forwarding it on to all in my address book I figured there was a better way to get the word out there. So here it is:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could we each buy at least one thing at Sears this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does Sears treat its employees who are called up for military duty? By law, they are required to hold their jobs open and available, but nothing more. Usually, people take a big pay cut and lose benefits as a result of being called up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sears is voluntarily paying the difference in salaries and maintaining all benefits, including medical insurance and bonus programs, for all called up reservist employees for up to two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit that Sears is an exemplary corporate citizen and should be recognized for its contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest we all shop at Sears, and be sure to find a manager to tell them why we are there so the company gets the positive reinforcement it well deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to check this before I sent it forward. So I sent the following e-mail to the Sears Customer Service Department:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this e-mail and I would like to know if it is true. If it is, the Internet may have just become one very good source of advertisement for your company. I know I would go out of my way to buy products from Sears instead of another store for a like item, even if it's cheaper at that store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their answer to my e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Customer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for contacting Sears. The information is factual. We a ppreciate your positive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sears regards service to our country as one of greatest sacrifices our young men and women can make. We are happy to do our part to lessen the burden they bear at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Thorn&lt;br /&gt;Sears Customer Care&lt;br /&gt;webcenter@sears.com&lt;br /&gt;1-800-349-4358&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on to all your friends. Sears needs to be recognized for this outstanding contribution and we need to show them as Americans, we do appreciate what they are doing for our military!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-771425536721044603?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/771425536721044603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=771425536721044603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/771425536721044603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/771425536721044603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-received-following-in-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RrB2BtyNQ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/cgzUNjr48Ew/s72-c/SearsLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1793354934701129406</id><published>2007-07-30T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:16.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rq7QtdyNQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0pfhDxLBs7k/s1600-h/jippie_weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093237708110513010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rq7QtdyNQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0pfhDxLBs7k/s320/jippie_weekend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was just not long enough. Then Sunday I get a phone call from someone I work with that wanted to switch days with me. Generaly not a big deal but not this week. I get Friday off and then go into a 6 day work week because of this girl. She has been here less than 90 days and goes and buys plane tickets without getting the time off approved first. Hello McFly, if you have a job you need to make sure you can get the time off before you buy the tickets. So she was supposed to work this weekend but because my supervisor is such a nice person and I can always use 8 hours of overtime, I am working Saturday through Thursday. So the day she wanted to switch was her shift on Friday for my shift tonight. Which would have put me working a lot of days in a row. I told her I couldn't. Now I have guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1793354934701129406?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1793354934701129406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1793354934701129406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1793354934701129406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1793354934701129406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rq7QtdyNQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0pfhDxLBs7k/s72-c/jippie_weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6329845004644083659</id><published>2007-07-27T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:07:30.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found the Missing</title><content type='html'>I think I found a review of the book that sums up how I felt about it.  Okay I know I totally suck at using my own words so oh well deal with it.  TeHe.  &lt;a href="http://caffeinatedlibrarian.blogspot.com/2007/07/hallows-not-horcruxes.html"&gt;The Caffeinated Librarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6329845004644083659?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6329845004644083659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6329845004644083659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6329845004644083659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6329845004644083659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/found-missing.html' title='Found the Missing'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8131359608743898400</id><published>2007-07-26T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:16.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunkeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmQGdyNQzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nt4XfXAKmPs/s1600-h/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091759294467883826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmQGdyNQzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nt4XfXAKmPs/s200/drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not one of those go out and save the world kind of people. I do what I can when I can. So I found this commercial. I can't, for some reason, stop watching it except for the fact that the flowers are drunk off of too much water is to damn funny. Go &lt;a href="http://tomorrowsbrightestminds.com/clients/denverwater/DW_final02_web400.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; all of you and watch it and laugh with me. It is even better that it is a Denver water conservation commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8131359608743898400?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8131359608743898400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8131359608743898400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8131359608743898400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8131359608743898400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/drunkeness.html' title='Drunkeness'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmQGdyNQzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nt4XfXAKmPs/s72-c/drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1557786463123282116</id><published>2007-07-26T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:16.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmLX9yNQwI/AAAAAAAAALw/_l6br19uBh4/s1600-h/HP7backjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091754097557455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmLX9yNQwI/AAAAAAAAALw/_l6br19uBh4/s320/HP7backjpeg.jpg" width="434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is now officially over. The Harry Potter series is now complete. All seven books and been published. Most of the fans have read the last book at least once. Ofcouse probably some of them have read it at least twice by now. I am in once category. I can say that the book itself in it entirety was AWESOME. Though it had it characteristic Harry Potter moments (I won't say what I feel they are just in case you are still reading) it was still missing something. I've been finished with the book for almost 3 days now. Yet I still haven't figured out what I didn't like about the book. Maybe it is that J.K. didn't fulfill all the promises she made her fans. Maybe it was the slow moving part followed buy so much action it took a lil to process what just happened. All in all I enjoyed the book. It was a great finish to the series. Left some room for Potterites out there to still have fun and wonder what happened to Harry after the battle. Also the information we gained on Dumbledore was amazing. This book tied up a lot of the questions and loose end. All in all Great read!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1557786463123282116?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1557786463123282116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1557786463123282116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1557786463123282116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1557786463123282116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmLX9yNQwI/AAAAAAAAALw/_l6br19uBh4/s72-c/HP7backjpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-871482578566900352</id><published>2007-07-15T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:16.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmDUNyNQsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OeNnMcnL5Kg/s1600-h/winchesterdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091745237039923906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmDUNyNQsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OeNnMcnL5Kg/s200/winchesterdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the Harry Potter movie this weekend at the drive in. It so ROCKED!!! Though it was missing some stuff that I wish would have been there. I also understand that they this movie was made from the largest book in the series so some stuff was going to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see Nancy Drew and 1408 both of which were also good movies. Though I was a lil disapointed in 1408. I was expecting it to be a lil scarier than it was. Yes is was suspenceful and scary but not quite what I was thinking it was going to be. I have a great time though. would love to go again. Our drive in is one of the very few that still offers a triple feature so nah nah nah nah (me doing that in a sing song lil kid voice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-871482578566900352?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/871482578566900352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=871482578566900352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/871482578566900352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/871482578566900352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/drive-in.html' title='Drive In'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmDUNyNQsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OeNnMcnL5Kg/s72-c/winchesterdi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8668587031625414321</id><published>2007-07-10T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:17.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deathly Hallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmSCdyNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_m0Y5IkuDys/s1600-h/harrypotterposters3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091761424771662690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmSCdyNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_m0Y5IkuDys/s320/harrypotterposters3.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmR99yNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7f2LsHZok08/s1600-h/medium_pottercover3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091761347462251346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmR99yNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7f2LsHZok08/s320/medium_pottercover3.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter mania has begun!!!! Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix was released today July 11, 2007. I'm so excited. Though I am stuck at work and won't be able to see it till at least this weekend and I don't really see that happening either. I am still excited still the same. Also the last book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out on July 21. I am so there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8668587031625414321?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8668587031625414321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8668587031625414321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8668587031625414321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8668587031625414321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/mania.html' title='Mania'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RqmSCdyNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_m0Y5IkuDys/s72-c/harrypotterposters3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2560494467837809642</id><published>2007-07-10T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:17.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been weighed......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpQPkLEWjsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/E8B0O-z62Yc/s1600-h/aecbbf31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085706993328885442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpQPkLEWjsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/E8B0O-z62Yc/s320/aecbbf31.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been measured and I have not been found wanting. At least according to Critique My Blog. Last week I submitted my blog to be critiqued. Today I got my review. They like me, they really, really like me!!! This is what they thought of my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is like a box of chocolates and according to Audi...Families are like fudge! I just finished reading through this blog that just celebrated it's 2 year anniversary back in June and it is funny to see a blog with some posts under it's belt and how it transformed from the beginning to where it is today. IN the beginning there were posts about working out kinks and trying to fix something in Blogger, and the lists of 100 things about yourself...and a tone of self doubt. Today we see a blog that has survived two years and is moving along nicely with very interesting posts and content that is worthy of it's readers. I love the template you are using as it is easy on the eyes and I love the way you don't use too many things in the sidebar. It keeps the readers focused on you and your blog and that is just what you want. Keep up the good work and keep the blog rolling!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should go check out some of the reviews on the blog. I have had the chance to go through some of them and have found some new blogs to add to my blog roll. You may just be able to do the same or you can also do what I did and submit your blog to be reviewed. The link is already in my sidebar over there on the side. Okay that was a lil redundant sidebar on the side. Oh sorry got distracted. Okay here is a link for you instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.critiquemyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Critique My Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2560494467837809642?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2560494467837809642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2560494467837809642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2560494467837809642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2560494467837809642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-weighed.html' title='I have been weighed......'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpQPkLEWjsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/E8B0O-z62Yc/s72-c/aecbbf31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8985448054365473860</id><published>2007-07-09T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:16:11.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Online Dating" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find out what my blog would be rated if it was to rate by the motion picture association.  Well I have a PG rating.  I got the rating because &lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&gt; apears on the front page once.  Well now I've done it!!!  It now apears twice.  OOPS!!  LOL  Guess I should go see what rating I get now.   Okay not really.  If you'd like go see what your blog would be rated.  Just click above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8985448054365473860?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8985448054365473860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8985448054365473860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8985448054365473860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8985448054365473860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/motion-picture.html' title='Motion Picture'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7185804986826741153</id><published>2007-07-05T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:17.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro3PH7EWjqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5fkGFTd81Xg/s1600-h/fire_belly_toad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083947289393139362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro3PH7EWjqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5fkGFTd81Xg/s200/fire_belly_toad.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This evening John went to take a bath and came running out of the bathroom and told me that one of his toads had gotten out of the tank. He needed me to go in and catch it because he couldn't reach it. I go in and get the toad. I'm thinking how in the hell did he get out of the tank. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get John to help me open his bedroom door and take the lid off the tank and notice that we still had two toads in the tank. That was how many was suppose to be in the tank. So I guess the frog we thought had been eaten by the cat or escaped was still alive and living in the house somewhere. My son was so happy. We now have two matching toads. I think the only difference is the size of the spots on there backs. Will have to investigate more in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7185804986826741153?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7185804986826741153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7185804986826741153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7185804986826741153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7185804986826741153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro3PH7EWjqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5fkGFTd81Xg/s72-c/fire_belly_toad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4332145375897065422</id><published>2007-07-04T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:17.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro4mKrEWjrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Omag9bW3w-4/s1600-h/taco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084042994149396146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro4mKrEWjrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Omag9bW3w-4/s320/taco.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these posts. Unfotuanely some of them are at this mans exspense but sometimes it is human nature to laugh at each other. I think my favorite one is this one....... oh I can't pick a favorite they are all funny in there own way. Check them all out here : &lt;a href="http://www.allnewyear.com/?cat=10"&gt;http://www.allnewyear.com/?cat=10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4332145375897065422?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4332145375897065422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4332145375897065422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4332145375897065422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4332145375897065422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/07/taco-tuesday.html' title='Taco Tuesday'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Ro4mKrEWjrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Omag9bW3w-4/s72-c/taco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1139979668773407101</id><published>2007-06-28T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T05:33:07.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>Okay my dislike of going to the doctor has come once again to bite me in my rather large flat behind.  I have been coughing for almost two weeks with no end in sight.  Decided, ok, had it decided for me by several people go to the doctor on my own free will or be draged against my will.  I'd rather go on my own free will on my own terms.  Got there an was told that I was on the edge having walking pneumonia.  Okay I didn't feel that bad the cough was the only unbearble thing about it.  So I am now on some bad ass cough syrup and an antibiotic.  Hope this stuff goes away sometime soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1139979668773407101?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1139979668773407101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1139979668773407101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1139979668773407101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1139979668773407101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1748404201489556075</id><published>2007-06-22T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:18.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpSC8rEWjvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CIcQ92o_KWU/s1600-h/2ndbirthdayballoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085833858072874738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpSC8rEWjvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CIcQ92o_KWU/s200/2ndbirthdayballoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this wonderful blog I would like to wish you a HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY. May you be around a lot longer than most blogs around!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1748404201489556075?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1748404201489556075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1748404201489556075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1748404201489556075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1748404201489556075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RpSC8rEWjvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CIcQ92o_KWU/s72-c/2ndbirthdayballoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6825946735416907252</id><published>2007-06-21T05:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:18.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnpnPNY03yI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fHMnm1Ehlpo/s1600-h/replacement_keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078485040803143458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnpnPNY03yI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fHMnm1Ehlpo/s320/replacement_keys.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dryer ve&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnplztY03uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cwRXSvjbUZw/s1600-h/800px-Keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt thing still no resolution on it and I am about to blow a gasket on that topic. I think I finally convinced them that the vent just goes into the wall and doesn't vent anywhere. They came over today to look at it and of course I wasn't home. Darn apartment people. They knew I wasn't there. The maintenance staff knows what I drive and I also have to drive by the apartment office to leave my apartment. Then there key magically disappears. I was in there last week and they had a key. Where did it go? That really makes me feel safe wondering where a key that they are supposed to have went. Also while I was in there last week the manager told me the only option may be to move if they can't get it fixed. Okay &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; for a dryer vent. That should be easy enough to fix. I think I am dealing with some dee dee dee's here. Some one please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1192727350"&gt;Carlos Mencia - Dee Dee Dee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=1192727350&amp;amp;type=video"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=1192727350&amp;amp;title=Carlos"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6825946735416907252?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6825946735416907252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6825946735416907252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6825946735416907252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6825946735416907252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnpnPNY03yI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fHMnm1Ehlpo/s72-c/replacement_keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4359766583516963197</id><published>2007-06-19T05:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:18.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnfBW9Y03tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eB4hYVN8N58/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077739705063497426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnfBW9Y03tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eB4hYVN8N58/s200/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnfA99Y03sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F1TeFAgZvNM/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have added a new kitten to the family. We got him for Cera for her birthday. Meet Short Stack. We have started calling him Shack for short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4359766583516963197?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4359766583516963197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4359766583516963197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4359766583516963197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4359766583516963197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RnfBW9Y03tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eB4hYVN8N58/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8376636943255340898</id><published>2007-06-06T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:18.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Belly</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend we got John a little home for some frogs. As a surprise Jason brought home two Fire Belly Toads Monday night. John loved them. Thought they were the best surprise a boy could have.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZmb9Y03qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VYVE4kuVtko/s1600-h/250px-Bombina_bombina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072854660800634530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZmb9Y03qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VYVE4kuVtko/s320/250px-Bombina_bombina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well this morning Jason woke up to the cat playing with one of the toads and one missing. Well the search is now on for the toad. We cleaned everything out of John's room except his bed and dresser and no toad. We put a lil' thing of water down as toads can't live without water hoping that is will come back to the water and stay there. To make things a little worse the toads secretes a toxin. It isn't fatal to humans but to the cat we aren't too sure. We are just hoping the cat didn't eat the other missing toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we loaded most of the stuff back into the room with the exception of a few toys. So tonight I got off the couch, walked across the living room, started stepping over the toys and one moved. It wasn't a toy. Thought it was one of John's toy snakes. Nope it wasn't. It scared the crap out of me. I'm not scared of snakes by any means. Yes I have a respect for&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZmidY03rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mSPrpwc6nJc/s1600-h/ringneck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072854772469784242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZmidY03rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mSPrpwc6nJc/s320/ringneck1.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; them because some of them can kill you with one bite but not this lil' thing. I made Jason pick it up and take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out later that is was just a little ring-necked snake. Interesting snake though. When disturbed, this snake will coil its tail tightly and flip it over to expose a bright red underside. It sometimes feign&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZhe9Y03pI/AAAAAAAAAJA/POFcziHt11I/s1600-h/ringneck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s death to deter would-be predators. That is exactly what it did. He is now back outside where he belongs and I am still missing a toad. Wish me luck on finding him. If not I've got to replace him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8376636943255340898?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8376636943255340898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8376636943255340898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8376636943255340898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8376636943255340898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/06/over-weekend-we-got-john-little-home.html' title='Fire Belly'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RmZmb9Y03qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VYVE4kuVtko/s72-c/250px-Bombina_bombina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3378876447415862819</id><published>2007-05-24T00:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:19.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU2BhPLAUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kHQNQ2OZARA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068016355405136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU2BhPLAUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kHQNQ2OZARA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU1yhPLATI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hJ-vFTt2Hvk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ohhhh, this is too funny not to share!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you had seen it all.....&lt;br /&gt;A safe sex dress. Pretty original, to say the least. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3378876447415862819?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3378876447415862819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3378876447415862819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3378876447415862819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3378876447415862819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohhhh-this-is-too-funny-not-to-share.html' title='Oh My'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU2BhPLAUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kHQNQ2OZARA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8950651923931825145</id><published>2007-05-23T02:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:19.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlVFuhPLAXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s6KjFWiy7wY/s1600-h/karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068033621173666162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlVFuhPLAXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s6KjFWiy7wY/s200/karma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karma will always come back and bite you in the ass. Well you remember my plugged dryer vent? You remember the apartment manager that pretty much told me I was full of crap when I told her mine didn't go any where? Well I found out yesterday that when she went home to the house she rents that her dryer hose was plugged and that when she got maintenance over to fix it she was told she didn't have a dryer vent that the hose was just stuck into the wall. Karma is a Bitch sometimes!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8950651923931825145?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8950651923931825145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8950651923931825145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8950651923931825145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8950651923931825145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlVFuhPLAXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s6KjFWiy7wY/s72-c/karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6126315599601310484</id><published>2007-05-22T03:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:19.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068019233033224546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU4pBPLAWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oDk-CN6XqUQ/s320/221481_sk_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've worked at this hotel for a little over three years. For me that is a close to a record for me for staying at one place of employment. I can say that I have come to enjoy the people I work with. I can even say that some of them are my friends. Recently my boss anounced that she would be leaving to Fort Worth to another hotel. Her last day was last friday. So needless to say we all miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight the stupidist thing made me go ah I wish she wouldn't have left. By her desk she had a trash can. Every night it get emptied and every Monday night it is alway over&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU4ZBPLAVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/96CZo66W4R0/s1600-h/221481_sk_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowing because she has been gone all weekend. Well seems that she wasn't here today it was EMPTY. It was one of those sureal moments that hits you like a ton of bricks and make you realize that the person is really gone and not coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6126315599601310484?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6126315599601310484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6126315599601310484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6126315599601310484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6126315599601310484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RlU4pBPLAWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oDk-CN6XqUQ/s72-c/221481_sk_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-896916807050711943</id><published>2007-05-18T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T02:16:59.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>So today I go over to the office to tell them that the time they spent cleaning the vents yesterday didn't fix the problem. I'm told to bad so sad for me that they cleaned out &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; vent and that because they spent four hours doing that they are behind today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt; not my fault. She also tells me that because they cleaned out the dryer vent that it must be my brand new dryer that must be the problem. I don't think so because when I hook my dryer up to the vent hose it doesn't dry and when I unhook it from the vent hose it dries. Which tells me the dryer vent is clocked or something else is wrong somewhere. So by this time I'm yelling and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; much tells me to get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-896916807050711943?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/896916807050711943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=896916807050711943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/896916807050711943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/896916807050711943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2797424200859672080</id><published>2007-05-17T03:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:19.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Firewall</title><content type='html'>Almost three months ago we bought a new washer and dryer. Got it put into our apartment and discovered that the dryer vent was clogged. Since then I have been trying to get them to unclog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have been using the dryer but have been venting the hot air into the apartment. Not a big deal seems that it has been cold. We figure we are using the electicity to dry the clothes we might as well us is to heat the house. Well summer is here and it is gettin' hot. Can't be using the dryer to heat the house any longer. So once again I make my way over to the office to put in another work order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I get someone to follow me back to my apartment to look at it. They snake it from inside the apartment and try to find where it vents to. Can't find it. So they go back to the office to get a longer snake and get sent to another apartment that has a broken pipe flooding there apartment. Told the will be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for my pot luck at work and come back to find two guys cleaning out two dryer vents on the back of the apartments. I'm think about damn time. I go inside put my potluck goodies away and leave to go pick the kids up at the bus stop so we can run some errans. I not&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RkwzphPLASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kb8-W4zZTp8/s1600-h/access.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065480469274624290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RkwzphPLASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kb8-W4zZTp8/s320/access.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ice that the vents they are cleaning can't possibly be mine because they are on the other side of the fire wall that divides my apartment and the one next to me. Well trying to save them some time I try to tell them this. They just don't get it so I leave and get the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home to them putting the drying back and telling me that it is fixed. Well it isn't. So today I get to try to stay up till 9:00 to go over to the office to tell them is isn't fixed at all and that they need to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be fun. I hope I get some kind of sleep today. I may end up come back to work to sleep today. UHG!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2797424200859672080?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2797424200859672080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2797424200859672080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2797424200859672080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2797424200859672080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/firewall.html' title='Firewall'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RkwzphPLASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kb8-W4zZTp8/s72-c/access.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2475621086053799211</id><published>2007-05-16T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:41:31.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unraped</title><content type='html'>The procrastinator that I am has paid of for me today.  I had a pot luck contest at work today, which I won for best side dish, thank you very much.  Had left and was running on fumes and had to stop for gas.  I normally don't get gas by work because it is hotel ally and the prices are about 15 cent higher than everywhere else.  With the prices the the way the are that is really bad.  Well I pull into the gas station cursing myself for not getting gas before I left the house.  Then I notice my god send.  The mid grade gas is showing $2.22 a gallon.  Yes you read that right $2.22 a gallon.  I'm thinking yeah right I get that and it is going to be $3.22.  Well knowing I get the mid grade anyway I think what the hell.  Start filling up and low and behold it is my lucky day.  Only cost me $34.00 to fill my 15 gallon tank.  WOOO HOOo for me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so unraped.  Though the gas station I can gaurantee was going to feel raped shortly after I left because there was a yellow cab driver getting gas and noticed the great deal. Then broadcast it out to all of her cab buddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long that mistake in price lasted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2475621086053799211?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2475621086053799211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2475621086053799211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2475621086053799211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2475621086053799211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/unraped.html' title='Unraped'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-5040793270386211113</id><published>2007-05-07T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:45:19.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Love</title><content type='html'>I know this is so "high school" but it sounds so true to your heart. Read this and tell me if any of it makes sense or makes you go "ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you catch a girl glancing at you,&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to look back and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;she will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are her future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up&lt;br /&gt;she wants you back, but shes&lt;br /&gt;scared she'll get hurt and knows&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine." after a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;wonders if you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your laying your head on a guy's chest,&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls/texts/comments you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;he's with you til your done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;ever missed him or anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-5040793270386211113?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5040793270386211113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=5040793270386211113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5040793270386211113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/5040793270386211113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/high-school-love.html' title='High School Love'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6627057969786613582</id><published>2007-05-02T03:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:20.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Oh, Oh......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjheCfzMFhI/AAAAAAAAAII/qHjjGqoHRbE/s1600-h/mini+oreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059897578339702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjheCfzMFhI/AAAAAAAAAII/qHjjGqoHRbE/s400/mini+oreo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's that kid with the Oreo cookie?  Likin' all the creamy middle like he did when he was little.  Oh its hard to hide the kid inside......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay what the heck is the rest.  I had the damn song running through my head as I was enjoying my lil bag on mini oreo's and milk.  Now that I am share the experience with everyone I can remember the rest.  Damn getting older!!!  Okay, okay I know I'm not that old and that 28 is still young but I can't remember the rest of the song and google has let me down for the first time in a long time and wikipedia has also.  Darn oreos and getting old.  Though the snack was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6627057969786613582?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6627057969786613582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6627057969786613582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6627057969786613582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6627057969786613582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-oh-oh.html' title='Oh, Oh, Oh......'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjheCfzMFhI/AAAAAAAAAII/qHjjGqoHRbE/s72-c/mini+oreo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-9184461182528303112</id><published>2007-05-01T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:20.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjbbbfzMFeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HVpc93LlWEk/s1600-h/Stairs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjbbbfzMFeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HVpc93LlWEk/s200/Stairs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059472496836482530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a facination with optical illsions.  They have some way of captivating my mind and making me think outside the box.  I found this on the Might Optical Illsion page I visit and thought I would share it with you.  It reminds me of the stairs optical illusion that drives me eyes nuts. Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://vid.adbrite.com/video/abplayer.swf" width="468" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="best" flashvars="vid=47202"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-9184461182528303112?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9184461182528303112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=9184461182528303112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9184461182528303112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9184461182528303112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/illusion.html' title='Illusion'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjbbbfzMFeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HVpc93LlWEk/s72-c/Stairs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1110250792926362824</id><published>2007-04-26T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:20.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjEplfzMFbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kwNM2AEiFJk/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057869580681876914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjEplfzMFbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kwNM2AEiFJk/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057869907099391442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjEp4fzMFdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3leFuKiiICI/s320/DSC00080(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got pictures of Cera with her new glasses. Hope everyone enjoys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1110250792926362824?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1110250792926362824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1110250792926362824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1110250792926362824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1110250792926362824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjEplfzMFbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kwNM2AEiFJk/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-388078833379210013</id><published>2007-04-19T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:36:15.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Demographics</title><content type='html'>I totally agree. I wish people would learn that most of American is saddened by what happened at Virginia Tech.   All I have to say is &lt;a href="http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/2007/04/target-demo-responds.html"&gt;Amen Sista&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-388078833379210013?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/388078833379210013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=388078833379210013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/388078833379210013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/388078833379210013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/demographics.html' title='Demographics'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3418406134172265594</id><published>2007-04-18T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:21.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rib9fuJDzVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lnkJbkyxwRI/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/DSC00076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the time has finally come. John had to get glasses today. Here are some pics of him with his new glasses. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Cera will be getting reading glasses tomorrow. I will post pictures when she gets them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjElYPzMFWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QQIgfY4zZso/s1600-h/SB_CoralReef.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057864955002099042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjElYPzMFWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QQIgfY4zZso/s320/SB_CoralReef.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are what they look like.  I tried to take a picture but couldn't get a clear one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3418406134172265594?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3418406134172265594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3418406134172265594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3418406134172265594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3418406134172265594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RjElYPzMFWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QQIgfY4zZso/s72-c/SB_CoralReef.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6131989478277506196</id><published>2007-04-11T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:01:15.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!!</title><content type='html'>Had a guest call down.  He requested an 8:15 wake up.  Verified the time and the room number.  Then he asked a question that you just want to tell them "Here's Your Sign."  He asked if the wake up call was going wake him up at 8:15.  Okay isn't that the time you asked for?  Duh, yeah that is the time it will wake you up.  That how it works.  You ask for a time and we wake you up at that time.  Then to make it worse he asked if it would be local time.  Um no we us the time zone used in France at this hotel not the local time.  You just want to reach through the phone and smack them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6131989478277506196?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6131989478277506196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6131989478277506196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6131989478277506196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6131989478277506196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/duh.html' title='Duh!!'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-4319385479670142442</id><published>2007-04-10T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:21.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhwPGo850PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jDIt5UMMnJs/s1600-h/EiffelParis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051929488749351154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhwPGo850PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jDIt5UMMnJs/s200/EiffelParis.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow these directions and see what happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Okay…-Go to Google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Click on Maps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Click on get Directions.-From New York, New York-To Paris, France.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-And read line # 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wait..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that so funny. I laughed so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-4319385479670142442?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4319385479670142442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=4319385479670142442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4319385479670142442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/4319385479670142442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhwPGo850PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jDIt5UMMnJs/s72-c/EiffelParis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6509193956902870902</id><published>2007-04-05T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:21.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhX0yXkqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nIyt6qjIjCA/s1600-h/truth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050211703324305810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhX0yXkqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nIyt6qjIjCA/s320/truth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my girls...it's not that we didn't know this stuff, sometimes we just need a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, Why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. Don't EVER make him feel like he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street. You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him- he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. (Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!) Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. Share this with other ladies..... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her choices, and another woman prepare. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6509193956902870902?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6509193956902870902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6509193956902870902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6509193956902870902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6509193956902870902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth_05.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RhX0yXkqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nIyt6qjIjCA/s72-c/truth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7540597074179087084</id><published>2007-04-03T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:21.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbaQv_39ODI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yGo94MakeNo/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023361588652750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbaQv_39ODI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yGo94MakeNo/s320/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a cat back in November. He is our pest cat Maximus Yoda. Finally got a decent picture of him to post. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7540597074179087084?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7540597074179087084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7540597074179087084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7540597074179087084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7540597074179087084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/cat.html' title='Cat'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbaQv_39ODI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yGo94MakeNo/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8029686917750118084</id><published>2007-04-02T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:43:22.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times</title><content type='html'>To everyone I'm &lt;u&gt;Sorry&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8029686917750118084?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8029686917750118084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8029686917750118084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8029686917750118084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8029686917750118084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-times.html' title='Bad Times'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2446386551213381446</id><published>2007-03-29T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:22.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RgtxEhEkK0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ANiDY9Qsljs/s1600-h/hp7childus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047252129809705794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RgtxEhEkK0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ANiDY9Qsljs/s320/hp7childus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again with the Harry Potter Stuff. Most people probably already know this but they have released the cover art for the new Harry Potter book. I can't wait for July. (I know I'm slightly pathetic) They have also release the number of pages. It will be a whopping 784 pages for the US edition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2446386551213381446?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2446386551213381446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2446386551213381446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2446386551213381446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2446386551213381446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/cover-art.html' title='Cover Art'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RgtxEhEkK0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ANiDY9Qsljs/s72-c/hp7childus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-9129791451758509264</id><published>2007-03-29T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:01:33.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s18.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/Video Links/MOV00048.flv" width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Go Carts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Danielles%20Visit/DSC00050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Put Golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Danielles%20Visit/DSC00045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Danielles%20Visit/DSC00044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Circus/DSC00057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Circus/DSC00054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Circus/DSC00070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/Circus/DSC00068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-9129791451758509264?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9129791451758509264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=9129791451758509264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9129791451758509264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/9129791451758509264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-432796440925423358</id><published>2007-03-29T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:17:33.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>Took some new pictures of the kids.  Didn't get many taken becuase I ran out of batteries.  I'm such a goober.  Got to the park and only had about 1/4 of a set left and the other spares were dead.  So enjoy what I go taken.  Might try again this weekend if it is nice out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-432796440925423358?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/432796440925423358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=432796440925423358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/432796440925423358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/432796440925423358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/March%202007/th_DSC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3115331072736818459</id><published>2007-03-28T03:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:22.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SD Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rgo1IhEkKzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0gG9tN5DVWw/s1600-h/S153-3154-callout2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046904752854805298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rgo1IhEkKzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0gG9tN5DVWw/s320/S153-3154-callout2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I now feel I have an obsession with SD cards but I couldn't help but share this with everyone. Most of you know that I work at a hotel at the front desk. Most of you also know that I work at night and get bored and entertain easily. So tonight I had a guest come down needing to print a document so I sent him to our "business library" or more commonly called the "business center." I have no clue why they called it the business library there are no books in there. Okay but on with the story. The document he needed printed was an Adobe file (pdf) and for whatever reason the computer wouldn't print it. So I volunteered to print it. Well he handed me this SD Card. I'm thinking well there goes that idea I can't print this I don't have a card reader. I tell the guest this and he then snaps the card in half and tells me it will work in a USB drive. Let me tell you that was rockin' cool in my book. I want one if anybody needs gifty ideas for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3115331072736818459?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3115331072736818459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3115331072736818459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3115331072736818459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3115331072736818459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/sd-obsession.html' title='SD Obsession'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rgo1IhEkKzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0gG9tN5DVWw/s72-c/S153-3154-callout2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2340487434091944895</id><published>2007-03-27T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:04:31.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Okay in my demented way I have found a web page that is funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; it was at 3 am while stuck at work. It was featured by blogger a couple of weeks ago but I just found it in there archives. &lt;a href="http://www.netdisaster.com/"&gt;http://www.netdisaster.com/&lt;/a&gt; With this web page you can attach another web site with some natural disaster. Say you would like to see you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Companies&lt;/span&gt; page attached but don't have the nerve to actually to it then here you go. Okay go try it. I did it to my blog and it is still alive any well. I even had all of the text sucked off of it. That was entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2340487434091944895?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2340487434091944895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2340487434091944895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2340487434091944895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2340487434091944895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-8225888825104013993</id><published>2007-03-26T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:44:46.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc</title><content type='html'>I had my appointment with my doctor last Thursday. Well in normal Audi fashion I got sick the night before. Woke up the next morning, dragged myself to see the doctor. I figured while I was there paying my co-pay to see him for my migraines I would get this damn cold I've been fighting under control. Well I guess it wasn't just any cold. I had a sinus infection. I don't ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; having a sinus infection before, well a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;. I've had these symptoms before but never went to the doctor thinking it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allergies&lt;/span&gt;. Though this time I had a fever to go with it. I never get fevers so I felt like I was about to die. So got my drugs for my migraines, got the antibiotics for the sinus infection and headed home with my fever to my family that I had in town from Colorado. Yup I still had to be the hostess, go to my sons party and to the circus all while feeling totally horrible. (Pictures of the circus and other things to come)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-8225888825104013993?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8225888825104013993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=8225888825104013993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8225888825104013993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/8225888825104013993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/doc.html' title='Doc'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-7556790155519960547</id><published>2007-03-20T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:41:15.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>The body has always responded to stress in strange, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt;, or even painful ways. I think I could handle the strange and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; but for me I get to be graced with the painful side of stress. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suffered&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt; since I was about 11 and sadly became accustomed to them. Though when I moved to Oklahoma, to my relief, they all but went away. Until recently. They have come back with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason I can't remember them being like this. Maybe it is because I have kids of my own to help the migraine to new reaches of pain. Maybe I have gotten used to almost 6 years without them that I have gone soft. Whatever the reason they must be stopped. Three of them in less that two weeks was even much for me in hay day. So wish me luck at the Docs on Thursday. Also wish for some damn good drugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I need those more than anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-7556790155519960547?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7556790155519960547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=7556790155519960547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7556790155519960547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/7556790155519960547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1569285318970880464</id><published>2007-03-19T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:38:19.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed, well Sort of</title><content type='html'>I thought I would share with everyone out there in blog land that I figured out the SD card problem. Seems that no matter how long you scream and curse at them it doesn't matter that when you get a tech guy for there company to help you it will inevitably work, and flawlessly. Then later when you try to change your music to something else because you have listened to the same songs for 5 days strait for eight hours it again is a pain in your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1569285318970880464?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1569285318970880464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1569285318970880464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1569285318970880464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1569285318970880464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/fixed-well-sort-of.html' title='Fixed, well Sort of'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-521850376211545018</id><published>2007-03-02T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:23.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SD Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RefeR4YUvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f3ojqki0XOk/s1600-h/M200_E.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037239107010739250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RefeR4YUvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f3ojqki0XOk/s320/M200_E.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my birthday I entered into the world of having an MP3 player. I spent only $35 for it with 256 MB Flash Memory already on it. I figured for that price it was a steal knowing that I could add an SD card later to expand the memory. I was happy with it till a few days later my loving hubby bought me a 1GB memory card to expand the memory because frankly 256 just didn't go as far as I wanted it to. Well the music I had fit just perfectly on it after I added the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my happiness that I could now carry with me every song I have ever said "That song rocks" I proceeded to find more of the songs I think rock. While loading them onto the SD Card I got the sad "bing" from my computer stating that it could no longer copy files to the removable drive. Thinking it is full I right click and go to properties just to to check. To my dismay it was only half full. Frustration sets in as I try to figure this out. I couldn't figure it out so I get my techie hubby to look at it and he believed that the card was bad. Agreeing it was probably bad I go to Wally World today and exchange it. Come home and hook up the new card just to find out it is doing the same thing. I'm thinking this really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Refe_YYUvFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qd8GM-s5ltk/s1600-h/SD_1GBvalue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Refe_YYUvFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qd8GM-s5ltk/s200/SD_1GBvalue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037239888694787154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I head back to Wal*Mart and exchange it for a different brand of memory card. Bring it home dreading what might happen when I hook it up. Same thing, it only fills half way. Only 113 songs for a 1 gig card. This bites!!!!!!! I can get almost all of my music on but not quite. Not enough to make me say this was worth the extra $35. I now have spent $70 on something I believe isn't working the way it should. So if there is anyone out there who has a suggestion for me please I would love to have it. I'm pretty tech savvy and Mr. Audi does this stuff for a living and is stumped. I am about to say bub bye snazzy SD Card you are out of here but I'd hate to do that because then I would have to choose which snazzy songs I have would be go with me anywhere worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-521850376211545018?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/521850376211545018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=521850376211545018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/521850376211545018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/521850376211545018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/03/sd-card.html' title='SD Card'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RefeR4YUvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f3ojqki0XOk/s72-c/M200_E.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6624863034492220428</id><published>2007-02-19T04:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:23.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Project Gong Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rdl7_uuIhXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UkBOEOsH5e8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033190393366742386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rdl7_uuIhXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UkBOEOsH5e8/s320/untitled.bmp" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An elementary school class started a class project to make planters to take home to their parents. They wanted to have a plant in it that was easy to take care of, so they decided to use cactus plants. The students were given green-ware pottery planters in the shape of clowns which they painted with glaze. The clown planters were professionally fired at a class outing so they could see the process. It was great fun! They planted cactus seeds in the finished planters and they grew nicely, but unfortunately, the children were not allowed to take them home. The cactus plants were removed and small ivy replaced them and the children were then allowed to take them home instead. The teacher said cactus seemed like a good idea at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6624863034492220428?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6624863034492220428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6624863034492220428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6624863034492220428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6624863034492220428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/class-project-gong-wrong.html' title='Class Project Gong Wrong'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/Rdl7_uuIhXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UkBOEOsH5e8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3536972931985316496</id><published>2007-02-01T06:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:23.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De ja vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RcHgYYwBJlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sprSqa9EPXg/s1600-h/matrix%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026545368687519314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RcHgYYwBJlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sprSqa9EPXg/s320/matrix%2520001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had one of those moment is you life that you feel you lived it before. I think back to the movie "The Matrix." They explain it as being a moment that they have just changed in the matrix. I feel like the last week has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; changes in my matrix. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I turn around I feel that I lived that moment before. Most of the time I can pinpoint where I have seen this scene before. Generally I have dreamed it before. For me it is a strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason when I dream they generally come true. Though I can tell you that if this continues to happen I don't know what I will do because I've had some "bad moment" dreams lately (ex. car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt;, going to jail.) Dreams that you don't want to come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3536972931985316496?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3536972931985316496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3536972931985316496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3536972931985316496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3536972931985316496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/02/de-ja-vu.html' title='De ja vu'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RcHgYYwBJlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sprSqa9EPXg/s72-c/matrix%2520001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1015335320127734783</id><published>2007-01-19T02:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:24.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbCEcG1pABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TeKoH2pVwJM/s1600-h/snow%20flake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021659202924904466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbCEcG1pABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TeKoH2pVwJM/s320/snow%2520flake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually enjoy snow. I generally can handle being cold opposed to being hot. Summer and I just don't get along very well. Though right now I could handle a little less snow, ice and slush. We got the storm that came through last weekend. Were supposed to have another one this weekend along with the following week. Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have been out of school for a week now. They had Monday off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; Day, which I can handle, but four snow days. Come on people save me from this misery. Yes I love my kids but when you work nights and almost depend on them being at school to sleep. It SUCKS that they are home. Oh and did I mention there is another storm coming this weekend with no relief in sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1015335320127734783?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1015335320127734783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1015335320127734783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1015335320127734783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1015335320127734783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-usually-enjoy-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RbCEcG1pABI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TeKoH2pVwJM/s72-c/snow%2520flake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-1940756011326244899</id><published>2007-01-16T04:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:24.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letterboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geocaching'/><title type='text'>Letterboxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RayuBG1pAAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tv6XeVOE4w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020579018649960450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RayuBG1pAAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tv6XeVOE4w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned of a new outdoor activity that sounds interesting. Letterboxing is when you look for a box by directions given by the owner. Inside you find a stamp that was either purchase or hand made, a stamp pad, a notebook and possibly some other items. When you go on your treasure hunt you also take those same items with you. Once you find the box you take your stamp and stamp the owners book and you stamp yours with the other stamp. In the end you get a bunch of cools stamp (most of the stamp are usually hand made) and some fun memories of finding the letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested there is a &lt;a href="http://www.letterboxing.org"&gt;web page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; you can go to. Here you can learn more about letterboxing and get directions for boxes in your area. Also there is another hobby that you can do if you have a GPS.  &lt;a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"&gt;Geocaching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; is the same idea but a little more complicated because you have to have a portable GPS. Though with this version you will get to take what was left by the last person to find the stash.  I think the kids and I are going to go letterboxing today if it isn't to cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-1940756011326244899?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1940756011326244899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=1940756011326244899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1940756011326244899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/1940756011326244899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/letterboxing.html' title='Letterboxing'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RayuBG1pAAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0tv6XeVOE4w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-2663548178183109973</id><published>2007-01-15T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:24.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woopin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RassJm1o_-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nr5Y44XTHfk/s1600-h/939441b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020154753190526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RassJm1o_-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nr5Y44XTHfk/s320/939441b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to shell out the cash and get the new DDR game.  We tried the online capabilities first of course.  Seems that was almost the only reason we got it.  I can tell you I got a butt woopin' there.  I can say that I enjoy some of the more up to date songs on this version though.  Here is to me dancing the week away!!!!  Yes I know that this my third post about dancin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-2663548178183109973?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2663548178183109973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=2663548178183109973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2663548178183109973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/2663548178183109973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/woopin.html' title='Woopin&apos;'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RassJm1o_-I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nr5Y44XTHfk/s72-c/939441b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-6508629415278173865</id><published>2007-01-14T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:35:24.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RasudW1o__I/AAAAAAAAADs/zpN5qu1YbkY/s1600-h/blizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020157291516198898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RasudW1o__I/AAAAAAAAADs/zpN5qu1YbkY/s320/blizzard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay where is this massive storm that was suppose to hit us this weekend? Okay yes we did get a lot stuff stuff falling from the sky. It isn't anything like I have ever seen before. It isn't snow, sure as heck isn't the rain the freezes to everthing and make the trees all pretty (so no pics this time.) It looks like a giant snow cone machine decided to blow up all over the city. It is little drops of rain that froze before the even hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for a snow cone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-6508629415278173865?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6508629415278173865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=6508629415278173865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6508629415278173865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/6508629415278173865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-cone.html' title='Snow Cone'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rlEmYA1YPI/RasudW1o__I/AAAAAAAAADs/zpN5qu1YbkY/s72-c/blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13482573.post-3591813247845403729</id><published>2007-01-12T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:42:05.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/theicestorm3.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wal*Mart tonight. My watch had shucked its cookies and I had to replace it along with a few other odds and ends. I get there and its a mad house. Yes, yes, yes I can hear you all say that it is always a mad house in Wal*Mart. Tonight is was soooo much more than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that does there shopping on the weekends was there tonight getting there shopping done before the "BIG" ice storm his us. The news stations have been telling us since Sunday or Monday that this storm was coming and they wait till the day before to make sure they have food and what not to make it through this storm. Yes I know I was there tonight but not to save myself from having to go out in an ice storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm looking forward to going out in it. Gotta get some rockin pictures to share with everyone. I also want to test my photography skills to see how well I am at taking pictures. Though my poor children may not want to I am taking them with me, at least for a little bit. I can't wait to get my share of the ice and snow everyone else has been getting. Granted it is two weeks late. There was no ice or snow for Christmas. That totally bummed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13482573-3591813247845403729?l=audreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3591813247845403729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13482573&amp;postID=3591813247845403729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3591813247845403729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13482573/posts/default/3591813247845403729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreak.blogspot.com/2007/01/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Audi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806397101682859218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b101/holy1999cow/l_6ef8288491c0fabe528b9e23b0d73fe3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
