<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8764893941624861936</id><updated>2024-09-07T16:17:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sayin...something on my mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-2951059688147911649</id><published>2013-08-05T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-05T22:50:06.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Raccoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Raccoons...what do you think about them? Have you had a close encounter with one? Would you stand and fight Mr. Raccoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You may wonder why I ask, well....about a year back I was putting my trash into our condos dumpster, and as I was throwing it over I noticed a raccoon in there sitting on the trash that was already inside. Out of curiosity or stupidity, I haven&#39;t decided yet, I took a closer look. He was positioned sitting kind of on his tail with his bottom feet out and scratching like a man would with his 2 hands, I laughed at him and went on my way. I did however let all my neighbors know he/she was in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Fast forward to now. This raccoon must think this dumpster belongs to HIM. They have changed the dumpster over the year, this new one only having side sliding doors where the old one a bit smaller had an open top. Raccoon seems to think we don&#39;t belong coming there anymore apparently, unless his butt has gotten trapped inside with the doors closed, which mind you is funny as all get out when you here him running around freaking out inside. You tend to try and weigh is it funnier to listen to him freak out or do you want to have to run for your life when you slide the door open to let him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mr. Raccoon has chased off a few people and he is relentless from what I hear, not just scaring the pants off of you but literally chasing you up the street hissing and making other weird noises. Why is all this necessary from Mean Mr. Raccoon...doesn&#39;t he realize we are the ones feeding him and freeing him from his dumpster prison when he gets locked in? Just something that was on my mind and had me chuckling this evening so I thought I would share....enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/2951059688147911649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2013/08/mean-raccoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2951059688147911649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2951059688147911649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2013/08/mean-raccoon.html' title='Mean Raccoon'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-5552818016217390909</id><published>2013-07-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-29T02:43:02.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m guilty too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Just felt the need to get this off my chest and I&#39;m not saying it to offend anyone or hurt any one&#39;s feelings as I&#39;m guilty off these things myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ever told anyone &quot;every thing&#39;s going to work out&quot;, &quot;it&#39;s going to get better&quot;, &quot;I totally understand&quot; and maybe &quot;just pray about it&quot;? We all have. I know I have. Lately I hear these things a lot from people because of the situation I&#39;m in and not to be rude but these comments all thou comforting at the moment really don&#39;t seem to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Right now I have ZERO money coming into my home and everything I mean everything is falling apart from keeping things on or keeping them in general all the way to my health, which caused this issue. Hearing &quot;I totally understand, I&#39;m broke too&quot; seriously doesn&#39;t help. Why you ask? Well if you have a check coming in to your house any money at all you are way ahead of me. Not being able to go out on the town, buy a new outfit or get your nails done to me isn&#39;t broke. Broke is the bank calling EVERYDAY for the mortgage and telling you how close you are to foreclosure and the car loan company calling and you knowing one morning you might wake up and the car is missing from your inability to pay the bill, or your water or power being shut off, to me that&#39;s broke. Again, I too am guilty of saying these same things to people also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; I guess from this point forward I will watch very closely what I say to others especially when it is a financial situation because for me that by far is the hardest to hear comments about. I will definitely be more considerate of throwing the phrase &quot;I&#39;m broke too&quot; around also as I might be better off then the next man because at least for right this minute I still have a roof over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/5552818016217390909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2013/07/im-guilty-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/5552818016217390909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/5552818016217390909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2013/07/im-guilty-too.html' title='I&#39;m guilty too'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-6748993048123935014</id><published>2012-12-29T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-29T01:10:48.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV&#39;s Teen Mom, really?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yup, I&#39;m guilty of watching it too. At first when the show first aired I have to say I enjoyed it, I thought it was really giving a glimpse into teen parenting. After all I became a mom at 18 so I felt like I was kind of watching the things I went through. I can&#39;t say exactly when I noticed that things seemed to be off, but when I did I became discussed with the show. There was still a while where I even continued to watch, why I don&#39;t know.&amp;nbsp;MTV has done a fabulous job of making a joke out of teen mothers, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone has an opinion I&#39;m sure and mine might a bit on the strong side.&amp;nbsp;As a teen mom I was broke and of course started out living at home like they did on the show. The problems for me started when there were boob jobs and such, no teen can afford to just go out and augment their breasts. How were they affording the apartments and things they were renting on a small part-time job and or no job at all...it doesn&#39;t happen. Nice new clothes every time you watched to new hair-dos and even tans, really?! I could hardly afford diapers.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As the seasons rolled on is when we find out the they are getting paid by MTV, well that explains it. I thought the main objective was to try and stop teen motherhood not make girls run out and get pregnant to be on a show. Teen Mom made it look to easy and fun and then as girls heard about the money being paid to these girls...BINGO, there in lies a new problem. They need to find a new way to show this in truth not in a fantasy world. Show some true teen mothers struggling everyday to make things work so todays youth sees truly how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I said when I started, this is just my opinion and I&#39;m not trying to hurt or offend anyone. MTV stop making a joke out of teen motherhood, because for the girls doing it without your money it&#39;s an extremely hard job.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/6748993048123935014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/12/yup-im-guilty-of-watching-it-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/6748993048123935014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/6748993048123935014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/12/yup-im-guilty-of-watching-it-too.html' title='MTV&#39;s Teen Mom, really?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-5709754641342129593</id><published>2012-05-25T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T12:01:32.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke as a joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve always been a worker so when I was injured to the point where I no longer can back in Nov. 2010 it really started to bother me. Work has always defined for me who I am and made sure I could pay my bills and raise my son. Well that&#39;s all over now. I&#39;ve never been this broke before, broke to the point where I&#39;m becoming worried about how we&#39;ll eat. I had to file for SSD and the determination has still not came in and my Workmen&#39;s Comp. stopped awhile ago which leaves me living off of the little bit of savings I had which is now down to maybe $100, how is anyone suppose to live and pay their monthly bills on $100. I don&#39;t ever remember having to struggle like this and it makes me question so many things. They say God never gives us anything we can&#39;t handle, but I&#39;m starting to wonder. I so wished I just would have called out of work that day and I wouldn&#39;t be in this scary position now.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/5709754641342129593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/05/broke-as-joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/5709754641342129593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/5709754641342129593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/05/broke-as-joke.html' title='Broke as a joke!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-930896193224595173</id><published>2012-05-09T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T15:43:47.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is not longer a baby :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Wow am I feeling old! I&#39;m going to be the mother of an 18 year old come tomorrow. Where did all the time go? I look at baby pictures and wow has he grown and fast, it almost feels as if it was overnight. It feels so weird to think of him as a &quot;legal&quot; adult when I can still remember holding a little newborn baby. Well so for me what&#39;s next? Is this what empty nesting feels like even thou he isn&#39;t going anywhere anytime soon, I hope not it really sucks. I miss my&amp;nbsp;baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of school suspension is not punishment it is vacation...HELLO! Just what does the school think these kids are doing home all day especially if they have working parents? I would really like to know. See my son doesn&#39;t get a vacation because I&#39;m home right now, he gets Boot Camp, but what about the parents that work. I guess maybe some would be willing and&amp;nbsp;can afford to take off from work&amp;nbsp;and sit home and babysit their unruly children&amp;nbsp;and make the day unfun, but this is not my point and probably not the norm. The point I&#39;m trying to make is parents have to work, so how is this working for us? It isn&#39;t! These school delinquent&#39;s, smart mouths, class clowns and&amp;nbsp;what have you are home sleeping in, watching TV, playing on the computer, the X-Box, PS3 or whatever&amp;nbsp;but they sure aren&#39;t punished. Tax dollars at work...just sayin!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/1037208933974865130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/03/suspensionpunishment-or-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/1037208933974865130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/1037208933974865130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/03/suspensionpunishment-or-vacation.html' title='Suspension...Punishment or Vacation'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-1332938568128389199</id><published>2012-02-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:58:54.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klepto Dog</title><content type='html'>I was just reminded of this funny story about my Mini Schnauzer named Frankie&amp;nbsp;today, actually he reminded me. It happened awhile ago but I&#39;ll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;
My son has always had a really bad habit of leaving everything out everywhere, it doesn&#39;t matter what it is. There have been times I&#39;ve had to replace things because he&#39;d end up losing them from leaving who knows where. Well....enter Frankie, given that he is a dog, I would assume if you toss something there is a good possibility that he might retrieve it. Frankie had never taken anything that wasn&#39;t his even if it was something my son had&amp;nbsp;tossed down onto the floor. Well I guess that day finally came&amp;nbsp;when the thrill of fetch just became to much for him and he just decided he didn&#39;t care whose belongs it was he was going to fetch and take it. We had no idea Frankie had taken any of my sons things at the time, actually he had gotten away with it all night. So the next morning when we were getting ready, thank goodness it was not a school day, my son realized he couldn&#39;t find his cell phone. Well color me surprised! He shouldn&#39;t be shocked, it wasn&#39;t like he took care of&amp;nbsp;it or placed it in its proper place. So the search began...of course he has me looking too as if I misplaced it. We looked everywhere, under the furniture, under his bed, in the bathroom, in the couch, on the top of the couch, in the basket on the table, we even looked in my room, all this while Frankie sat in his crate watching us go back and forth almost as if he were&amp;nbsp;laughing at us. Finally I had enough and it dawned on me, &quot;hello, call his phone from my phone...duh!&quot; so that&#39;s what I did.&lt;br /&gt;
OMG!! You will never guess where the ringing was coming from...YES! It was coming from Frankie&#39;s crate. Now as we turned&amp;nbsp;to look at him he turned away as&amp;nbsp;not to look at us, I couldn&#39;t help but to laugh, my son wasn&#39;t laughing, but I was after all it was his own fault. As I reached in to take it&amp;nbsp; away from him he gave me this look like it belonged to him now, so I couldn&#39;t resist but to say to him &quot;what Frank, you needed to make a call or something?&quot;, now my son was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never forget this because every time Frankie comes slinking into my room I always look to see where my phone is and then again when he leaves I check again one more time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/1332938568128389199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/klepto-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/1332938568128389199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/1332938568128389199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/klepto-dog.html' title='Klepto Dog'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-8201416811546324727</id><published>2012-02-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:00:56.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW way!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Am I being punked this morning? Snow again outside! I need to go to the store and pick up a few things, but forget it now. Yeah, I know to some people it may look like a layer or you might not really see anything at all. Ha-ha, you might be the one getting punked then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time...no really maybe like two winters ago I woke up like my normal routine to go to work. I wasn&#39;t rushing because by now I had been getting up a little earlier to leave in enough time to just drive without rage and to also get an extra few minutes to myself before starting my job. Well this particular morning when I went to leave I noticed a tiny bit of snow had fallen the night before and all that had really remained was what was on the grass. No big deal right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Enter the Car Ice Capades...I&#39;m not kidding either! Maybe during my sleep that night the Car Capades came through and took applications and my Jeep thought it could be graceful and signed up...who knows. What I can tell you was I wasn&#39;t informed that the tryouts would be on&amp;nbsp;this one very long stretch of backroad I took to work everyday. Oh my I thought I was in a really bad dream as a rounded that first corner and my car started just slip-sliding all over the road. It can&#39;t be true, we were headed for a very large oak tree in someones yard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Just as we hit the curb (which was on the opposite side of the road, thankfully no cars were coming) and entered the yard the force in which I hit sent my Car Capading Jeep in a new direction...thank GOD! We smashed and took out their mailboxes and sent them flying to who knows where and back on the road I was unable to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;We had a few laughs at work about the whole thing (I still got there on time), as I told the ladies if they see a random mailbox in the parking lot I didn&#39;t know anything about it and don&#39;t look at me. We all laughed immediately as they knew what that meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;No more Car Capades for me thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;***note...An apology&amp;nbsp;note was left for the people whose mailbox was demolished with information on how to get in touch with me to replace it, they never did, they have a nice mailbox now and I&#39;d like to make sure they keep it.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/8201416811546324727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/8201416811546324727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/8201416811546324727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow-way.html' title='SNOW way!!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-8249751875510590229</id><published>2012-02-11T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:14:02.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Addicted, who me? I can&#39;t be, or can I...or maybe I just have an addictive personalitiy. Yeah, that has to be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I just played this game for the first time ever last night...Words With Friends, ever heard of it? Oh my...I&#39;m hooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was only within a few minutes of playing that I had already had 3 games going at once, and oh if they didn&#39;t move fast enough I added a new game. By time it was all said and done I was running 6 games! I REALLY liked this game and wanted to play. I then notice I player gave up quick, then 2 more sorta fizzled out so I was left playing back and forth between 3 games until 2 more just seemed to disappear too, I was then left with 1 lonely game. Happy to still be playing, this player stuck it out til the end and won...Congratulations to you! Really, what is a person to do with 2 R&#39;s, a Z and a Q? I feel as thou I did well my first time out and I promise I&#39;ll be back, and this time to WIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/8249751875510590229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/addicted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/8249751875510590229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/8249751875510590229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-4915597651313953632</id><published>2012-02-03T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T06:48:31.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentures, want some?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What is up with today&#39;s youth? The lack of respect for adults is unreal. I can&#39;t believe my ears these days the way the teens (oh, and younger) talk, using foul language. It&#39;s not even just hiding it when their away from their parents ear-shot either.&amp;nbsp;They&#39;re using it at their parents and not just&amp;nbsp;here and there it&#39;s like it&#39;s&amp;nbsp;part of their regular vocabulary. I&#39;m not immune&amp;nbsp;to this problem either, I also have a mouthy teen who for some reason thinks this is OK. I have no idea why because I have clearly taught him differently. I myself have no clue where the big turn around came from, maybe because I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;was apart of Generation X which really wasn&#39;t all that long ago, but&amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t remember us being this disrespectful and nasty. I will have to say with honesty that I wasn&#39;t the best teen, I did push&amp;nbsp;boundaries and do things I shouldn&#39;t have but a&amp;nbsp;full lack of respect towards my parents or any other adult for that matter was pretty much unheard of. I would be willing to bet we would&#39;ve been a generation of toothless teens if we had been this way because we knew our parents would have hauled off and socked us clean in the mouth, at least I knew mine would have. Starting to wonder if the world needs to get back to that, I guess if we did we would probably put most orthodontists out of business, but hey the denture makers today would be rolling in cash!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/4915597651313953632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/dentures-want-some.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/4915597651313953632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/4915597651313953632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/02/dentures-want-some.html' title='Dentures, want some?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-3763919320010620038</id><published>2012-01-28T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:32:04.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube</title><content type='html'>Have you ever went on YouTube? What did you see...never mind, I don&#39;t even want to know...lol &lt;br /&gt;
I have a YouTube account as many people do, and I have a few videos posted (all of my pups playing), just for fun. Well I thought I would go through and look at a few other puppy videos just to get a laugh or two...ha ha, joke was on me. How do you go from puppies playing one minute to nasty zit popping videos and worse the next. Is someone on there punking me...REALLY? I still go on periodically to see what my son may have added but I&#39;m VERY careful what kind of key words go into the search bar because there are just some things I&amp;nbsp; DO NOT want to see THANK YOU!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/3763919320010620038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/youtube.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/3763919320010620038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/3763919320010620038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/youtube.html' title='YouTube'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-700734838369694247</id><published>2012-01-26T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:52:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzing...bizz, bizz, bizzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Have you ever sat in one of those vibrating massage chairs? Did you like it and never want it to end? Now imagine you had that feeling going on inside your body...yes, I said inside your body, all day everyday 24 hours a day. Do you think you would still enjoy it. NO! I have that feeling, it started out like OK, cool no problem, this could work. Ha-ha jokes on me, it&#39;s really starting to get annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Why am I buzzing do you ask...it&#39;s a Spinal Cord Stimulator. I had it implanted in December to help with chronic pain from CRPS/RSD in my left leg, while it helps at about 15 - 20%&amp;nbsp; I buzz regularly. The weirdest part for me is if I cough, sneeze or laugh it sends the volume up, and sometimes very high. Best Buy, that place is the most fun, I have to be turned off before entering their store or catch one heck of a jolt on the way in as their security scanners are no joke!&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I was told this could be a possibility for me as every ones body is different and some are more sensitive then others, I guess mine is sensitive...go figure. I finally got a card in the mail to prove that I have this device implanted so I can by-pass these detectors, thank God! What prompted me to write this today was the weather, it&#39;s getting so cold outside now that I have noticed that if I begin to shiver at all boy does the buzzing volume begin...up, down, up, down. It&#39;s a good thing people can&#39;t see me vibrating, I can only imagine what I could possibly look like all winter with all the the shivering...lol&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/700734838369694247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/buzzingbizz-bizzbizzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/700734838369694247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/700734838369694247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/buzzingbizz-bizzbizzzzz.html' title='Buzzing...bizz, bizz, bizzzzz'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-2092934725296850777</id><published>2012-01-25T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:12:07.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Containers, totes and bins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;UGH! You name it containers, totes, bins, baskets anything something can be put in I have it. I won&#39;t lie either when I&#39;m in Target and I see all the storage containers I&#39;m plotting and planning in my mind what I could use them for. Is this an addiction or something? You name it I have it in my home for some type of organization...shoot, I have organization for organization. I&#39;m so far ahead of myself that I have containers for things I don&#39;t even have yet...oh, and I&#39;ll justify why I absolutely need them. Starting to think I need a 12 step program, but then I would need something to keep all the paperwork in...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/2092934725296850777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/containers-totes-and-bins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2092934725296850777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2092934725296850777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/containers-totes-and-bins.html' title='Containers, totes and bins!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8764893941624861936.post-2826821090300226754</id><published>2012-01-24T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:53:01.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Again, really....goose poop! You have got to be kidding me. It sounds like 1 million loud, squawking, winged poop machines were enjoying their layover during their flight to wherever land right in the front of&amp;nbsp;my condo this morning. Now comes the issues of all the GOOSE POOP. Who is gonna clean this up you ask...well definitely not the association we pay every month. Funky&amp;nbsp;mess making birds. It always seems to me&amp;nbsp;everyone looks to the dogs owners when there is any type of poop on the ground&amp;nbsp;as if it can only come from a canine...NOT SO! I needed to get this off my chest before I took the dogs out and picked up the goose poop too...just sayin.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/feeds/2826821090300226754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/goose-poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2826821090300226754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8764893941624861936/posts/default/2826821090300226754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goosepoopreally.blogspot.com/2012/01/goose-poop.html' title='Goose Poop'/><author><name>Sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05912440274897947733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5AlYp6xZ-5F52Y6Vdtyr4lSEkU10mlrf1HKGFSbrARy0h6TTjUirExGvFqCCpbMA8h6hAhEioRwlNgH-4KqzJjB6iGBTOs928ntZNOqsVX9hbz2nNpBf9mfPD9vtusI/s220/M082510_00_8248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>