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So here goes! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fawk you drama starters. Grow up...there is much more to this but I think it about sums up how I feel.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fawk you job, no two weeks I'm out today! &amp;lt;---this is a good thing folks&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fawk you AC unit, stop freezing up. I can't stand sleeping in an 86 degree room anymore I'm too fat for this sh*t.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fawk you douchebag, you know who you are. Don't ever call me again. You will never get my sympathy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fawk you dryer, I couldn't afford to replace you because of Mr. AC unti so no we be broke as a joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;This feels good, I think I'll go outside and shout them to the world. I hope no one calls the cops!&lt;br /&gt;
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Other Blog Hops I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://22yroldhousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/ARV2LC/laurenbutton-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://22yroldhousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://www.toddlerawesome.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4624788364_8f66dc4d57_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecofriendlyandfrugal.com/search/label/Green%20Follow%20Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x123/jebuellwedding/EFF%20Blog/greenfollowfriday.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" border="0" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/socialparade.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NKjjkCVUasoVXOPTT1pwJyqCNLU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NKjjkCVUasoVXOPTT1pwJyqCNLU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/7971776042203540379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/7971776042203540379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/fawk-you-fridays.html" title="Fawk You Fridays" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFQHg_cSp7ImA9Wx5TFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-6470006990890216274</id><published>2010-07-30T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:03:31.649-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-30T00:03:31.649-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>I'd Like to Know</title><content type="html">Why is it that the TV guide channel now has its own programming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that they have shortened the guide scroll. Some shows you only get two lines and you need a magnifying glass to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to jump on and ignore the paid programming about slap chops and sham whatever, find a show and switch it. But no! Now I get sucked in to Punk'd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often I remember why I turned to this channel in the first place and start trying to concentrate on the guide. Then smack! Sucked back in because something happened! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job TV guide for those of us stuck with a none digital guide on a secondary TV are now accidentally watching the "TV Guide" channel all stinking night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else I wonder? If you watch the Hispanic channels with closed captions are they in English or Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd test my theory but I don't want to miss this episode of Punk'd and I don't want to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-6470006990890216274?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XFUrAjsFemzvcFk1ZJBAwo4Q_NQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XFUrAjsFemzvcFk1ZJBAwo4Q_NQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/6470006990890216274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/6470006990890216274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/i-like-to-know.html" title="I&amp;#39;d Like to Know" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQX8zeCp7ImA9Wx5TE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-3149512972369244763</id><published>2010-07-29T01:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:41:10.180-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T01:41:10.180-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tweetaholic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Hop" /><title>Tweetaholic Thursdays</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome to Tweetaholic Thursdays hosted my &lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/"&gt;JaMonkey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rendermemama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Render Me Mama.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This it not your normal blog hop! It's a Twitter Party! Everyone loves meeting a new Twitter Follower &amp;amp; if your a Tweetaholic like us then come and join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/search/label/Tweetaholic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tweetaholic" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/tweet2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form&gt;&lt;textarea cols="18" rows="6"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/search/label/Tweetaholic" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img alt="Tweetaholic Thursdays" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/tweet2.png" /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Follow your hostesses!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Add your Twitter Handle to the Linky (twitter only no blogs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post the button somewhere on your blogor in your Thursday Hops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Use the #TweetaholicThursday Hash tag when tweeting today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Follow as many Tweeters as Possible &amp;amp; come back each week for an easy follow button from last weeks Tweetaholic Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Click here to add the current list all at once!-------&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://tweepml.org/Tweetaholic-Thursdays/" title="Follow Tweetaholic Thursdays on Twitter"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tweepml.org/s/tweepml40.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also participating in these blog hops today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bassgiraffe.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bassgiraffe's Thoughts Thursday Blog Hop" border="0" height="125" src="http://www.bassgiraffe.com/buttons/200x200button-thursdaybloghop.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyofoneandcounting.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i854.photobucket.com/albums/ab104/ShannaEAnderson/pink-BG-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://heckofabunch.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i955.photobucket.com/albums/ae36/partymix25/lastkeepincompanylogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashionablyorganized.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fashionablyorganized.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Picture3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And this Facebook find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingonloveandcents.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp142/happygirlivy/TTT-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=37232" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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If you are new please leave me a comment and I will jump to your blog and follow you back!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks again for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't forget to check out my other sites. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tby5dYAslsMNoRz3fNdQYeVcSUA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tby5dYAslsMNoRz3fNdQYeVcSUA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/4587379544887953677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/4587379544887953677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/monday-hop.html" title="Wednesday Hop" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFZMxcAl8CQ/TCbYUgUneII/AAAAAAAAA64/f2Zf4D_8yO4/s72-c/zwobbleoverwedsbutton.png" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAARnczfSp7ImA9Wx5TE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-3894513525215227201</id><published>2010-07-28T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:49:07.985-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T17:49:07.985-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venting" /><title>My head hurts, along with my heart.</title><content type="html">...really bad. I just want to crawl in bed and sleep for three days with the curtains closed. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a little absent, and absent minded. I'm trying to &lt;i&gt;deal &lt;/i&gt;with something in my life that I want to write about but haven't found the right words yet. I know how I feel but if I start writing you will all run screaming because I'll be rambling on about this and that with no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I'm processing, &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Too much is going on and I need to take one step at a time to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bare with me. I promise I'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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me Honey did you unplug my cord?&lt;br /&gt;
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hubby NO!&lt;br /&gt;
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me: Are you sure, I'm running off battery power?&lt;br /&gt;
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hubby: Yeah I'm sure geez&lt;br /&gt;
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me: (looking at the plug) Well then why am I unplugged?&lt;br /&gt;
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hubby: I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;
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me: Perhaps when you flew out of here in the morning you unplugged me instead of you?&lt;br /&gt;
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hubby: I guess so...&lt;br /&gt;
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Really? I ask about once a week and its the same conversation. You'd think by now he would just say &lt;i&gt;Yes I unplugged you to get to my cord.&lt;/i&gt; But even then...How long does it take to plug something &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt; in?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Alert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On July 1, 2010 at about 1:00 P.M. the victim had been shopping at Target (Acworth-Cobb Parkway N.).  After shopping, she went out to her vehicle and found a McDonald's drink cup sitting on top of her vehicle.  She stepped up onto the running boards to retrieve the cup and when she stepped down a white male subject crawled out from underneath her vehicle and she stepped on him.  The victim jumped into her car and drove away before she could get a good description of him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Video surveillance was obtained from Target that shows he was driving a white box truck (see attached) similar to a U-Haul truck.  However, there is not any good video of the suspect and he did not purchase anything from the store.  If anyone recognizes the truck or has had any similar cases, please contact the Acworth Police Department Criminal Investigations Division at 770-974-1232. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.acworth.org/enews/files/whitetruck.pdf"&gt;Click Here to view pictures of the white box truck.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I then got this email forwarded to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
I need to tell you what happened to me this morning so you can be aware and safe. I apologize in advance for the extreme detail as I am still processing all of this. I left this morning with Kaitlyn to stop at Target on Dallas Highway on my way to church. I was planning to purchase some items to donate to MUST Ministries. After we had finished shopping, I walked to my van, opened the hatch, helped Kaitlyn with her shoes, put her out of the cart and told her to walk around the van to her seat to buckle up. I then proceeded to put the items to donate in the backpack I bought and unload the rest of the cart. It was about 11 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, when I walked out, I noticed a small, white, unmarked U-haul type truck parked next to mine. But, I just noticed it and didn’t think much about it. However, I went to close the hatch of the van which caused me to look at the top of my van. I saw a Vitamin Water Bottle placed on the top, near the driver’s side door. I immediately recalled an email I had received from my sister last week from the Acworth Police Department. I have copied the full email at the end of my email. Here is a paragraph from it:&lt;br /&gt;
“On July 1, 2010 at about 1:00 P.M. the victim had been shopping at Target (Acworth-Cobb Parkway N.).  After shopping, she went out to her vehicle and found a McDonald's drink cup sitting on top of her vehicle.  She stepped up onto the running boards to retrieve the cup and when she stepped down a white male subject crawled out from underneath her vehicle and she stepped on him.  The victim jumped into her car and drove away before she could get a good description of him. &lt;br /&gt;
Video surveillance was obtained from Target that shows he was driving a white box truck (see attached) similar to a U-Haul truck.  However, there is not any good video of the suspect and he did not purchase anything from the store.”&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say, after reading that, I immediately closed Kaitlyn’s door (thank goodness for automatic doors with remote controls!) and asked her to unbuckle and climb over the back seat to come out the back of the van. As she was climbing, a woman (her name is Joanna, as I eventually found out) and her daughter were walking toward me. I turned around and gave her a very brief review of what was going on. We both looked under my van and as much as we could under the truck and did not see anyone. So she said: I’ll watch you get in your van safely. I told her I would do the same for her as I backed out. She was parked on the other side of the white truck. As I pulled out, I noticed two legs under the white truck inching further away from my side to the driver side. I kept pulling out, making sure Joanna and her daughter made it to her car safely. There was another car pulling in with a man driving and woman in the passenger seat. I rolled down my window and told them about the man under the truck and asked them to notify the Target Manager when they went inside.  &lt;br /&gt;
Then I called 911. I told them everything and about the email I received last week. I was in a safe spot where I could get out and get the license plate of the truck. It had Paulding County plates with the first letters: ASK. I can’t remember the numbers, but the dispatcher has them. Joanna pulled up next to me and gave me a better description of the man. He was Caucasian, balding with light or grayish hair. Her daughter thinks he had some facial hair. He had strategically placed himself under the truck on the far side from my van, appearing to be “fixing” something under it. I have to think it was to keep me from seeing him when I looked under the truck. We stayed until the police arrived to give our account again. They were able to retrieve the water bottle which fell into the parking lot as I drove away. I hope that between the license plate and finger prints he will be found quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
I praise God for his hand of protection on my life and Kaitlyn’s life. She walked right next to this man as she went to her car seat. I also praise him for protecting any others that could have been affected this morning. Please join me in praying that this man would be found and brought to justice before any harm is done to anyone else. I also ask that you be vigilant, keeping watch for yourself and your family. I am always teased for being the one that says we have to “BE SAFE.” However, this morning, it proved to be much needed advice. Please take this to heart and share it with everyone you know. To God be the glory for his hand of protection!&lt;br /&gt;
With Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Marci Burger&lt;br /&gt;
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Please forward this to everyone! Once in Acworth, Dallas and now Marietta. Please spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*UPDATE**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Police in Acworth have issued a warrant for the arrest of a Hiram man  who allegedly spooked a woman in the parking lot of a Target store.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="leftFloat" id="cxLeftRail"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="cxElementGraphic" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="cxImageStoryLeft border666" src="http://www.ajc.com/multimedia/dynamic/00637/prowler_0720_637372l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="imageCredit rightFloat"&gt;Acworth Police Department&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="imageCaption leftFloat"&gt; Terrence L. Boros, Jr., 45, of Hiram, may face loitering and criminal  trespass charges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br class="clear" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cxArticleList"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;On July 1, when a woman who'd been shopping at the store at 3378 Cobb  Parkway went to the parking lot, she found a McDonald's cup atop her  car. She climbed onto her running board to get it, and when she got  down, police said, she stepped onto someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;It turns out it was a man who'd crawled out from underneath a nearby  vehicle. The woman, shocked, jumped into her car and drove off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Police later issued an alert seeking the public's help with the case,  and thanks to a tipster, they zeroed in on Terrence L. Boros, Jr., 45,  of Hiram, said Major Wayne Dennard of the Acworth Police Department. He  said the the tip involved a tag number of a vehicle associated with  Boros that was spotted at a different Target store.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dennard told the AJC that "arrangements" had been made Tuesday to  arrest Boros at the &lt;a href="http://g.ajc.com/r/Ch/"&gt;Cobb County&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Sheriff's Office. He said Boros likely would face warrants from other  jurisdictions, as well&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Acworth police are planning to charge Boros with loitering and with  criminal trespass, both misdemeanors, Dennard said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Police are asking anyone with information about the case to call the  Acworth Police Department Criminal Investigations Division at  770-974-3111.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to WSB he has been arrested!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;http://wsbradio.com/localnews/2010/07/man-caught-spying-on-women-fro.html &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mother ship is going down fast. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The stress bombs are going off left and right. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woah, look out its 83 degree in the upper decks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The crew is freaking out refusing to eat spilling milk everywhere. Temper Tantrums are at their peak as the Beta male steps up to handle it.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The storm shows no signs of letting up so she'll just have to ride it out and hope for the best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish me, &lt;i&gt;HER&lt;/i&gt; luck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaMommy" border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-7844928443077413697?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ueK8IzCDmUv2U83XID7MDfukJuc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ueK8IzCDmUv2U83XID7MDfukJuc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ueK8IzCDmUv2U83XID7MDfukJuc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ueK8IzCDmUv2U83XID7MDfukJuc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/7844928443077413697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/7844928443077413697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/mayday-mayday-hostile-corporate-take.html" title="All Hell is Breaking Loose" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBR34_eCp7ImA9Wx5TEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-5362551272755149444</id><published>2010-07-24T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:25:56.040-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T20:25:56.040-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday Life" /><title>Gimme a Breather</title><content type="html">Why does life have to be a roller coaster? I like roller coasters, they make me happy. Life shouldn't be described as one. But if it must I need a breather.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything seems to break at once.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was told my position was being "terminated" (aka given to someone else because we are cheap bastards)&lt;br /&gt;
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My AC broke while my house had guests staying. Followed by my dryer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a contract employee I submit an invoice...I haven't gotten paid in over a week...when I need to buy a dryer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things were looking good because I was holding more &lt;a href="http://www.meghancooper.pureromance.com/"&gt;Pure Romance parties&lt;/a&gt;! Until last night when I got pulled over going 70 in a 45...mainly because I do &lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/good-day-playlist.html"&gt;this on my way home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank goodness for boobs because he dropped it down from 25 over to 13 over, clearing me of the &lt;a href="http://www.safespeedsgeorgia.org/"&gt;Super Speeder ticket&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and saving me at least $200.&lt;br /&gt;
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UGH! And some heifer just out bid me on Ebay in the last minute...that drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully I will get made next week. I sure as hell don't plan on going back in until that happens!&lt;br /&gt;
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On the upside I have been having a great time with my JaMonkey lately. Thursdays are my days off and she stays home with me. I had an organizing session that I won which went really well. I'll write more about that later. She broke a nasty fever though that night at of no where that kept me home Friday. I wasn't feeling so hot myself. So we slept in to rest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grabbed some organization supplies and lunch at Ikea and the Container store.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we were able to get a dryer from the scratch and dent store, refill some groceries and get massive snuggles on during the storm.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll end you with this bit of amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaMommy" border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-5362551272755149444?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N_W8NcrHpY8UdErXmiQ4JfTY9gg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N_W8NcrHpY8UdErXmiQ4JfTY9gg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N_W8NcrHpY8UdErXmiQ4JfTY9gg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N_W8NcrHpY8UdErXmiQ4JfTY9gg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/5362551272755149444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/5362551272755149444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/gimme-breather.html" title="Gimme a Breather" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNQ3czcSp7ImA9WxFaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-5231171899659494904</id><published>2010-07-21T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:51:32.989-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T12:51:32.989-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordless Wednesday" /><title>Should be Wordless Wednesday</title><content type="html">I didn't take a picture because I was in a huge hurry, pee'd on and frustrated so here is my mental image! Click image if you can't read it well!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuHrl358I8I/TEca6dAZF6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/WGhej5yCGPw/s1600/ugh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuHrl358I8I/TEca6dAZF6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/WGhej5yCGPw/s400/ugh.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was like I reminded her to pee...right there!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaMommy" border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-5231171899659494904?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMwz6l3xX1HDhT2SLpKssA9Qc14/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMwz6l3xX1HDhT2SLpKssA9Qc14/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMwz6l3xX1HDhT2SLpKssA9Qc14/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZMwz6l3xX1HDhT2SLpKssA9Qc14/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/5231171899659494904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/5231171899659494904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/should-be-wordless-wednesday.html" title="Should be Wordless Wednesday" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuHrl358I8I/TEca6dAZF6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/WGhej5yCGPw/s72-c/ugh.png" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQ3c9eSp7ImA9WxFaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-3402247772204907000</id><published>2010-07-21T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:31:52.961-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T14:31:52.961-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Venting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday Life" /><title>Say what?</title><content type="html">So today while navigating through &lt;a href="http://hootsuite.com/"&gt;HootSuite&lt;/a&gt; (They recently upgraded and made everything more streamline) I noticed some new things that I hadn't before. I'm seeing things like Klout and Insights. For someone that is normally extremely on top of the Social media world I'm falling off the grid. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;
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People keep walking by my desk asking why I'm making such strange faces at my computer. It's quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;
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But &lt;a href="http://klout.com/kscore"&gt;Klout&lt;/a&gt;? You'd be looking strange while Googling the work also! There is no Wiki page for it. Just a website where you can &lt;i&gt;Measure your Social Networking influence&lt;/i&gt;. Really? Twitter already became a celebrity competition when Ashton Kutcher stepped in! But now our tweets can give us more &lt;i&gt;KLOUT&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ugh, I'm going to have to read up and figure out how to be cool on Twitter apparently.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news... &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also day dreaming about the BlogHer conference this month. SO many bloggers I read will be there.But it's too far for me to travel right now. Same reason I won't be at Pure Romance National Training. It's just too far. &lt;a href="http://www.girlsafterdark.com/2010/07/back-from-vegas.html"&gt;(Vegas was another story)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Cecily over at &lt;a href="http://www.uppercasewoman.com/"&gt;Uppercase Woman&lt;/a&gt; saw my comment (which btw made me feel super special) and emailed me about the Type-A Conference in Asheville!&amp;nbsp; Now I'm racking my brain on how I can get to Type-A next month. A few kind souls have sent me links to contests to get a free ticket because I just can't spend $199 on a ticket and then shell out Hotel and gas money to boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not complaining, I'm getting laid off. There's a difference. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Update*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think Klout is a bunch of bullshit! I interact like crazy on my @JaMonkey handle and I rank a Klout score of 5, I barely use my @GirlsAfterDark handle and its a 15! I think not. Klout your full of shit and created a whole site for people to freak out and "Rate" themselves. Super lameo....That is all!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaMommy" border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-3402247772204907000?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHCocqWMqyPuROHFU4lOa2MQeQ8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHCocqWMqyPuROHFU4lOa2MQeQ8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHCocqWMqyPuROHFU4lOa2MQeQ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHCocqWMqyPuROHFU4lOa2MQeQ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/3402247772204907000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7072550790388645749/posts/default/3402247772204907000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jamonkey.com/2010/07/say-waht.html" title="Say what?" /><author><name>Meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455034053222261188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00326694551631404032" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CQn8-eip7ImA9WxFaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072550790388645749.post-274333955798005561</id><published>2010-07-20T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:59:23.152-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-20T10:59:23.152-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday Life" /><title>Damn You Sinful Sinners!</title><content type="html">How DARE you post pictures of &lt;a href="http://hampandjill.blogspot.com/2010/07/dysfunctionally-fun.html"&gt;Homemade pound cake&lt;/a&gt; covered in fresh strawberries, vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;
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How could you post such tempting pictures of &lt;a href="http://katesworldbykate.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesdays-treats-strawberry-rhubarb-pie.html"&gt;Strawberry Rhubarb pie&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://songberries.blogspot.com/2010/07/applesauce-drop-cookies.html"&gt;Applesauce drop cookies&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm dying here ladies. My &lt;a href="http://nothin-but-love.blogspot.com/"&gt;girlfriend&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;has been staying with us for the past week until they get into a new apartment. Her and her husband are the biggest junk foodies and have royally screwed up my diet of eating right! They know it too and torture me by offering and getting extras. I'm going to have to loose an additional 20 pounds when they leave to work off the candy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hit the gym I've been paying for, for over a year that I've been to twice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I should post that on my bathroom mirror with a picture of myself in high school (when I thought I was fat). If that girl came threw time and saw me now she would smack me!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JaMommy" border="0" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-274333955798005561?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Follow Me Back Tuesday is another day of the week that you can gain more followers and find other great blogs to follow on a weekly basis. Follow Me Back Tuesday is hosted by Survey Junkie, Little Yaya's, Review Retreat  and Boobies, Babies &amp; A Blog. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.jamonkey.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i29/mcrofoo1/siggy-3-1.png" border="0" alt="JaMommy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7072550790388645749-7493212239576884350?l=www.jamonkey.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Good Day ladies! Fancy Meeting you here! I had so much fun with this last week I'm doing it again! I also have &lt;a href="http://www.girlsafterdark.com/"&gt;Girls After Dark&lt;/a&gt; my Women's Sexual Health blog. It's classy so not an IN YOUR FACE blog!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you live in Atlanta check out &lt;a href="http://ww.atlmomsonthemove.com/"&gt;Atlanta moms on the Move&lt;/a&gt; for all your North Atlanta events!&lt;br /&gt;
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Follow me on Twitter&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave me comments so I can share the love!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am participation in Render Me Mama's Music Monday's where we post  lyrics to songs that mean a lot to us. Music is also a big part of my  life! If you participate please link back to her blog and post your  Music Monday up too!&lt;br /&gt;
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So lately I've been hosting a lot of Pure Romance parties in North GA where I grew up. So I have a longer drive which gives me time to think more. On the way home however I've noticed a new trend. I find that I jam out on the way home after a good party. I think about how funny it is each time but Saturday was especially funny. I got home quicker. I even stopped to buy a drink to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;
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So here is my mash up play list of the music I was rocking out and embarrassing myself to on the way home. If you don't want to see uncensored lyrics I suggest you stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh myyyy&lt;br /&gt;
oh myy gosh&lt;br /&gt;
i did it again, so i'm gone let the beat drop&lt;br /&gt;
oh  myy gosh...&lt;br /&gt;
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i fell in love with shawty when i seen her on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;
she was  dancing sexy, pop, pop, popping, dropping, dropping low&lt;br /&gt;
never ever  has a lady hit me on the first sight&lt;br /&gt;
this was something special ;  this was just like dynamite&lt;br /&gt;
honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow&lt;br /&gt;
honey  got some boobies like wow, oh wow&lt;br /&gt;
girl you know i'm loving your,  loving your style&lt;br /&gt;
check, check, check, check, check, checking you out  like,&lt;br /&gt;
ooh (oooh) she got it allll&lt;br /&gt;
sexy from her head to the toes&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;  i want it all, it all, it all...&lt;br /&gt;
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....Because when I arrive&lt;br /&gt;
I, I'll bring the fire&lt;br /&gt;
Make you come alive&lt;br /&gt;
I can take you higher&lt;br /&gt;
What this is, forgot?&lt;br /&gt;
I must now remind you&lt;br /&gt;
Let It Rock&lt;br /&gt;
Let It Rock&lt;br /&gt;
Let It Rock&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the son's disgraced&lt;br /&gt;
He, who knew his father&lt;br /&gt;
When he cursed his name&lt;br /&gt;
Turned, and chased the dollar&lt;br /&gt;
But it broke his heart&lt;br /&gt;
So he stuck his middle finger&lt;br /&gt;
To the world&lt;br /&gt;
To the world&lt;br /&gt;
To the world...&lt;br /&gt;
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...Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;
Got my blueprint, it?s symphonic&lt;br /&gt;
Half  psychotic, sick, hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;
Got my blueprint electronic&lt;br /&gt;
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Go! Use  your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle&lt;br /&gt;
I got it, just stay close  enough to get it&lt;br /&gt;
Don?t slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed  it&lt;br /&gt;
Spend the lasto&lt;br /&gt;
(I got it)&lt;br /&gt;
In your pocko&lt;br /&gt;
(I got it)...&lt;br /&gt;
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...We were at a party &lt;br /&gt;
His ear lobe fell in the deep &lt;br /&gt;
Someone reached in and grabbed it &lt;br /&gt;
It was a rock lobster &lt;br /&gt;
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We were at the beach &lt;br /&gt;
Everybody had matching towels &lt;br /&gt;
Somebody went under a dock &lt;br /&gt;
And there they saw a rock &lt;br /&gt;
It wasn't a rock &lt;br /&gt;
It was a rock lobster...&lt;br /&gt;
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...My Girlfriend's a dick magnet, My Girlfriend's gotta have it &lt;br /&gt;
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, Tip the man he'll &lt;br /&gt;
Ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell. &lt;br /&gt;
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town. &lt;br /&gt;
Grab her ass, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll fuck you up. &lt;br /&gt;
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned, but she's &lt;br /&gt;
Comin' back to my place tonight!  &lt;br /&gt;
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She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat &lt;br /&gt;
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth &lt;br /&gt;
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end &lt;br /&gt;
You know what she is, no doubt about it &lt;br /&gt;
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!...&lt;br /&gt;
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....Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon&lt;br /&gt;
Shining down on your face&lt;br /&gt;
I  will disguise myself as a sleeping pill&lt;br /&gt;
And descend inside of you...&lt;br /&gt;
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....You were a problem child&lt;br /&gt;
Been grounded your whole life&lt;br /&gt;
So now you runnin' wild&lt;br /&gt;
Playin' with them good girls&lt;br /&gt;
No that ain't your style.&lt;br /&gt;
You think you're hot shit and I love it&lt;br /&gt;
I love it yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
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Stumblin' but yeah you still lookin hella fine&lt;br /&gt;
Keep doin' what your doin' and I'ma make you mine&lt;br /&gt;
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Well you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm like "hot damn, lemme make you my boo."&lt;br /&gt;
'Cuz you can shake it, shake it, shake it&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah you know what to do&lt;br /&gt;
You're a hot mess&lt;br /&gt;
I'm lovin' it hell yes!...&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people who like Starbucks like the Twilight Saga&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people  who like Sips n Strokes like Auburn University&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people who like Outback steakhouse like The Bible &amp;lt; really fb,  really? &lt;br /&gt;
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Many who like Breast  Cancer Awareness like Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people that like Outback Steakhouse like Chic-fil-a &lt;br /&gt;
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Many people that like Facebook (the group) like Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.awltovhc.com/jr75y7B-53PTTSSWVUPRQWUZVUZ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Are You a Mom? Join CafeMom Today!" border="0" class=" rhnohgtymhsiweovghit rhnohgtymhsiweovghit" src="http://www.awltovhc.com/jr75y7B-53PTTSSWVUPRQWUZVUZ" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met my group of girlfriends from a site called Cafemom. It's a website just for women. They have Groups for everything you can think about. Need Breastfeeding help, workout and nutrition, or just to vent about your husband &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a Group for that! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;LOL So I created a group when I first moved into the area. I didn't know anyone, none of my friends were having kids yet or didn't live close enough. It was also a great way to find out more about my local area that I knew nothing about before moving here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways I met lots of great women...still meeting more. We hang out a lot now, therefore they are all progressing around the same time. They are all literally within months of age. I think it's so funny watching them learn from one another.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poptower.com/pic-13777/don-dinosaur-train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://www.poptower.com/pic-13777/don-dinosaur-train.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last year when they all turned 2 the biggest thing was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Yo-Gabba-Dancey-Dance-Bunch/dp/B001BN4WKY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class=" rhnohgtymhsiweovghit rhnohgtymhsiweovghit" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001BN4WKY" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" class=" rhnohgtymhsiweovghit rhnohgtymhsiweovghit" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001BN4WKY" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;They were obsessed. Knew the songs. They all got Yo Gabba Gabba toys for their birthdays. I even threw a Yo Gabba Gabba Dancey Dance party for JaMonkey's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year however they all like&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Learning-Curve-Dinosaur-Train-Collectible/dp/B003CYOG2O?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt; Dinosaur Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class=" rhnohgtymhsiweovghit rhnohgtymhsiweovghit" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003CYOG2O" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; I'm talking they all go into Zombie mode watching this show. The graphics are amazing. I have it blowing up my DVR and my iPhone for those sudden meltdowns. This show is so new that the toys haven't even been released yet. They release August 10th. Just in time for all the birthdays! Of course the girls have their other favorites, Dora, Tinker Bell and Princesses but for the Boys this is the perfect combination of Trains and Dinosaurs!&lt;br /&gt;
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Super cute though and I'm really excited about it. I've been looking for the perfect "Prize" for Jamonkey. I was going to make her a Good Behavior chart because we were having a little bit of trouble with her pushing kids at school but I changed my mind because I was taking her out soon anyways. A &lt;a href="http://lifeofasahm-lisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;of mine posted about her &lt;a href="http://lifeofasahm-lisa.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-adventures-in-potty-training.html"&gt;Potty Training&lt;/a&gt; chart which is super cute. It's a Train and the railroad tracks lead to a picture of Monkey Joes. So every time he goes potty he is one step closer to going to Monkey Joes. What a great idea. So now I'm brainstorming what to do with her chart. Which potty charts are much easier than behavioral charts by the way! I think if I time it good it will get her a new Dinosaur Train toy. All depending on when my last day of work will be because I can't fully do it until she's home full time. She goes at school but it's off and on there. So we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;
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Potty training is driving me crazy. I've blogged about it I don't know how many times. But it truly is much harder for a Working Mom to potty train a child than a stay at home mom...I don't care what you say! You're having to have a collection of people involved. Myself, &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;. My husband who is NO help because "She's a girl, I can't bring her to the potty" Grow up honey if I die tomorrow I think you'll handle it fine. Or maybe I'm wrong and she'll go to prom in diapers. Then there is the Daycare staff. Which depending on what time I drop her off can consist of up to 4 people. So having to remind 4 people that she is wearing panties and to take her every hour is hard. She isn't the only kid in class! Thank goodness her teachers are REALLY good about communicating with me. It really helps.&lt;br /&gt;
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So maybe I'll get my day of saying Hooray no more potty training posts! Hopefully soon, because I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't done a good blog hop in a while! So here goes nothing! This Fancy Meeting you here for &lt;a href="http://www.middayescapades.com/2010/07/fancy-meeting-you-monday-712.html?utm_source=feedburner"&gt;Midday Escapades&lt;/a&gt; Please leave your blog in my linky if you stopped by so I can return the favor. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;
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The first one is for all the local people in North Atlanta. I wrote a review for a really awesome Bistro in the Town Lake community in Woodstock GA called the Corner Bistro. They have offered up a &lt;a href="http://atlmomsonthemove.com/?p=523"&gt;$25 gift certificate&lt;/a&gt; for you to be able to try how great it is for FREE! So head over to &lt;a href="http://atlmomsonthemove.com/?p=523"&gt;Atlanta Moms on the Move&lt;/a&gt; and read my review and enter to win the $25 gift card! Trust me you will thank me if you win!&lt;br /&gt;
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The other Giveaway is over on my &lt;a href="http://www.girlsafterdark.com/2010/07/its-my-pleasure-to-offer-you-25.html"&gt;Girls After Dark blog&lt;/a&gt;. My Pleasure reached out to me so that I could offer a &lt;a href="http://www.girlsafterdark.com/2010/07/its-my-pleasure-to-offer-you-25.html"&gt;$25 gift certificate&lt;/a&gt; to their shop. To enter that one head over and share away!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sad because I won't be working, but happy I'll be back home with JaMonkey and able to do play dates again. I'll be able to concentrate on blogging though! Fun stuff. With this knowledge I'm still working...talk about checking out of your job! I promised my coworker though that I wouldn't leave with things crazy like they are, so she gave me the heads up for Day care purposes since now a days you have to give a two weeks notice when taking her out. Which I was blindsided by my last layoff and had to pay for two weeks of childcare even though I didn't have a job to pay for it. I think it's a very unfair rule!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, so we went to the theater and I went to the one in Kennesaw because I had a free movie ticket (that I didn't get to use, silly rules). She was so excited and was looking around like we were on another planet. Didn't know what to think. &lt;i&gt;Oh Popcorn Mommy, Oh I want some candy please! &lt;/i&gt;So we stocked up on popcorn and candy and headed to our theater. I picked seats near the front in case of meltdowns. Which now that I think about it was much louder towards the front so it didn't really matter. Got settled and did good for the first half of the movie, until any loud or "scary" parts. She turned to me a few times and said &lt;i&gt;Mommy I want to go home&lt;/i&gt; but I was able to distract her with snacks and when the snacks stopped working she crawled in my lap and snuggled with me the rest of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not complaining they were some awesome snuggles. Daddy totally missed out. Or course I cried at the end of the movie. It was a nice ending to a movie I watch when I was younger, and the fact my sweetie was hugging and snuggling with me the whole time. Daddy steals my snuggles at the house so i get them when I can. I had to run out the second it ended so people wouldn't laugh at me, should have stayed I heard the credits were a nice reprieve. We got out of the theater and she was so excited that we just say a movie! She kept saying &lt;i&gt;Mommy I saw a movie! &lt;/i&gt;So it was a nice experience, I took away from Daddy's day but he got the bottle is beer without a cute fly bothering him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Father's day happened early to be honest. She made him a picture frame at school and they wrapped it for us to take home. I told her when we got home I was going to hide it so we could give it to Daddy on Fathers day. I didn't even think she say where I hid it but when he got home from work that day she ran and gave him a huge hug. She normally runs to the back door and tackle hugs him but this time she went into the drawer I hid the frame in, she pulled it out and ran to him. &lt;i&gt;Daddy look what I made you!&lt;/i&gt; It was the sweetest thing ever. She was so excited and proud. She helped him unwrap it and he started to tear up because she did all of this on her own. Remembered the gift and presented it on her own. She's growing up too fast. Too fast I say!&lt;br /&gt;
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Either way the terrible twos are proving quite challenging. Challenging being the key word there because that is sure as hell what she doing to me. Testing her limits and telling me no...all. the. time!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a fun example. She was coloring on my Coffee table/ cushioned ottoman with a crayon. When I caught her I said very sternly &lt;i&gt;Put the crayon down and please stop coloring on the furniture.&lt;/i&gt; You know what she did? Looked at me and continued to color. So I asked again this time with threats to time out. Still just stared at me and continued to color. Her father even told her to stop and NOTHING! I was ready to throw her out the window. I finally got up and took the crayon from her and walked her over to Time out.&lt;br /&gt;
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So today when I dropped her off from school I noticed I forgot to pick up her daily sheet yesterday. So I grabbed it and at the top of the page written really big. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Had to sit in Time out in the office because she tried to push a one year old down the stairs in the village" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;OMG WTF! I was still holding her and turned to her and said did you try to push a kid down yesterday, she cracked a smile and before she could say a word I started to tell her that she is not to lay her hands on any kids, we don't push our friends, you could really hurt someone doing that. Needless to say the smile wiped off pretty fast. I didn't know what to do I was so upset. I knew she pushed kids that were taking toys from her but this child was just walking up the stairs and got in her way! Mortified, that's what I was standing there in the hall way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Upside she went potty on the big girl potty almost all day.&lt;br /&gt;
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So after my little chat with her and her telling me she wouldn't push I got a text. She did it again! This time she picked up the child and push them down the slide. OMG What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Did some mad Googling for some answers. Most of which consisted of It's part of the Terrible Two phase. She needs to be praised for good sharing (which I do). Or awarded for the good days that she doesn't hurt any one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am making a deal with my 2 YEAR OLD to not be a bully. I went to tell my husband about what had happened (I work with him) told him we were going to have to sit down and have a "Coming to Jesus talk" with our 2 YEAR OLD!&lt;br /&gt;
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So hopefully after a major sit down with my little monster and some creative planning trying to get her to stop we'll see how it goes. Otherwise I don't know what the heck to do!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I'm obsessed with Old Navy. I can pick out shirts there and know they will fit. I love that. Not to mention they have awesome sales. So I stop in often. Only thing is, the really hot items sell out fast. Example, there was a sweater I wanted this past Winter and the day they went on sale I went up to find it. GONE in the color I wanted. I called every store in the local area to find it. No one had any left. They weren't offering online so I had to continue to stalk the stores. Needless to say I didn't get this sweater because they never got them back in. &lt;br /&gt;
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This past weekend I found really bad red marks on JaMonkey's legs that were made by her swimsuit. She has big chunky thighs and most things are tight around the area. But these rubbed her raw while she was playing in the water at school. Poor thing was walking bow legged for three days. So the search was on for a swimsuit for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now she normally wears a swim shirt and the fluffy butt &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wee-Wave-Lined-Swimwear-Protection/dp/B001EAQQ26?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;swim diaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jamonkey-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001EAQQ26" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; seen here. &lt;br /&gt;
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In her perfect world she'd be naked all the time. So I wasn't picky about what to find her. I would have been happy finding a plain bottom as long as she had something. Until I found the CUTEST two piece from Old Navy. &lt;br /&gt;
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I've been digging all the applique they have had out lately. I bought myself a few shirts too! It's a tank top with an applique flower on it. The bottoms are a skirt type with bow ties on the side. I had to have it!&lt;br /&gt;
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But they didn't have her size. Go figure, she's a big girl and wearing a 4t right now (yes she's 2 1/2 wearing a 4t, no need to tell me I know she's huge) apparently 4T is a popular size because they are normally out of her size! So I figured I'd go check out another location on Memorial day (hit a couple other good sales) This location had more in stock but still not her size. I was about to give up. But I took it and another to the register because regardless she needed a new swim suit. I bought that one and had them look up if there were any more stores with it in her size.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lull and behold the store I was at two days ago had 1 in stock. 1! So I called them, no one ever talked to me so I hauled some ass back to this store, and there it was. The last one. They had just gotten a shipment in and they had her size.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point you think I'm crazy right? I went to Old Navy three times this weekend to find a swim suit for a child that would rather be naked. Why not buy it online? Trust me I looked. I've found that the things I &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; want from Old Navy take some mad store stalking because I can't find them online.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I found them and I'll post pictures as soon was we play in the water again! &lt;br /&gt;
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