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That's it.  I've had enough.  If my husband does not have a job by January 31st I am pulling our daughter out of her beloved daycare.  I do not want to do this, but I have no options left.  There is no reason for her to be in daycare if he is home available to watch her, this is ridiculous.  January 31st is his deadline.  We can not afford this, and this year WILL BE BETTER than last.  We may still have money struggles, but we don't have to throw unnecessary struggles in there too.  I'm am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; frustrated and pissed off right now I just want to shout at the top of lungs every obscenity I know.  People, for your own safety...steer clear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-7413942531451780181?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/JdKB94l2WZ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/JdKB94l2WZ4/2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-2560956388682980661</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T14:30:02.167-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>School</title><description>Alright, my financial aid application was submitted this morning.  This is the first step to my future.  I'm still not sure what I want to do, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starting. I am taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;control of&lt;/span&gt; my life and it's going to be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-2560956388682980661?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/aLaS9EL7Uds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/aLaS9EL7Uds/school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-5910290372291984427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T15:45:36.973-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>New Year is almost here!</title><description>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!! 2009 is almost OVER!!!!!!!!!  Thank you, this last year has been rough.  I am happy to see it come to an end.  Next Year is going to be amazing, it's going to be a kick off year.  I have plans (and I will make it happen) for school, possibly culinary school, and tons more.  So, since I'm here now, I should consider where I would like to take this blog next year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; more posts, more emotion, more life.  That's what this blog needs- more life.  I have plenty, it's just finding the time to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for my little family, we will not be partying the night away. No no, we will be at home.  But I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. In fact, I have plans for us.  Resolutions and a time capsule will be made on New years Eve.  The Hubby and I will watch a movie, maybe sip on some mimosa's, it will be nice, possibly romantic, relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-5910290372291984427?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/DRtUl8TdT84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/DRtUl8TdT84/new-year-is-almost-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-is-almost-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-7417187927470130821</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T12:13:00.584-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>To DO</title><description>make an escape plan&lt;br /&gt;Set your release date&lt;br /&gt;Build your freedom fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have to do.  I do not want to work here anymore. Lots of reasons, I don't really feel like going over them all again, personal, business, people, my own dreams.  The norm.  Either way, I'm over this job and ready to move on.  Only problem, I am currently the only one working in our household and I am the one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with t&lt;/span&gt;he insurance benefits.  Both are major issues that are going to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; figured out before the rest of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; family (the rest being my husband as my daughter is too young to care) will jump on board.  I've got a lot of work cut out for me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I c&lt;/span&gt;an do it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-7417187927470130821?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/bqU5rXIePik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/bqU5rXIePik/to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-7346388650218025089</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T14:05:05.977-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just a lil pissy</title><description>I'm sitting here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to this little brat bitch about how she doesn't make enough money. Her current financial predicament is as follows: She ordered a costume online but she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; ordered it a size smaller than she normally wears hoping that she would lose the weight in the next 2 weeks.  Sounds like a great plan to me.  Well, the costume has arrived and lo and behold, it doesn't fit!!  Well, she can't possibly wear one of the 50 costumes she already has because, well, she's already worn them.  So now she has to return it and get one that does fit, but since she bought it online they won't refund her money until after she ships it back.  Well princess here does not want to wait that long to buy a new costume, she has to go out tonight and buy a new one.  This brings us up to date in the current conversation which is going  like this; "Well I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to pay my bills and I don't know if I can afford another $60 on top of that for this costume and I'm trying to save money to go to Austin (where I can get blasted drunk and black out and not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; anything anyway) so I just don't know."  Sounds like princess needs to ask daddy for a raise.  But she'll probably just charge it to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amex&lt;/span&gt; card&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-7346388650218025089?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/yG2GS2om1co" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/yG2GS2om1co/just-lil-pissy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-lil-pissy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-4927225238939965880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T16:53:31.460-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Ok.  I need a new career.  Everyone hates me here.  No i'm not being self conscious, they really do dislike me.  I'm tired.  I'm stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-4927225238939965880?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/AiUuTbMAvxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/AiUuTbMAvxw/ok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-2415859210459693460</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T10:18:47.355-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Again,</title><description>I'm bored.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-interested.  I need something new.  Again.  Maybe it has something to do with fall.  Fall is such a transitional season to me.  Not really sure why, must be that everything around me is changing, why not my life too.  I don't know.  It's kind of annoying.  I would like to be happy and content and care about my job just as much as I did months ago.  I just don't.  I don't know what is wrong with me.  So I'll change jobs just to feel the same way about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-2415859210459693460?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/KWzw9YdaKk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/KWzw9YdaKk4/again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-8349239798962516294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T09:58:20.260-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><title>Morning or night, pick one</title><description>I haven't exercised in 2 weeks.  I've been eating well, I am very proud of that, but it's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to reach my goal.  the exercise has to come in to play.  I am just having the hardest time getting up in the morning.  I tried to go to bed early so when I wake up earlier I should be well rested, but I find myself not being able to go to sleep.  If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' do it in the morning then I have to do it at night.  that is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is to it.  So I will have to exercise tonight.  That's going to be tough.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try.  I have to do something.  Wish me luck, and motivation.  I'm going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-8349239798962516294?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/RW-S7Dda8uM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/RW-S7Dda8uM/morning-or-night-pick-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-or-night-pick-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-8207291675342816729</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T15:30:32.877-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><title>Feelin' good</title><description>I feel good.  I made a quiche last night, it was spectacular.  Of course I was the only one who ate it, hubby refuses anything with cheese.  Too bad, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started exercising again, I lapsed for about 2 weeks, but I'm back on track.  Diet is back on track too.  portion control, smart choices and a large variety plus daily vitamins.  I'm doing well, I'm proud of myself and I feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-8207291675342816729?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/fBRPH3AAHOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/fBRPH3AAHOc/feelin-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelin-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-4433407816603234018</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T09:15:52.309-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wedding</category><title>Wedding</title><description>Wedding stuff is tiring me out.  Spent all weekend looking for just rings and a dress.  I came home with nothing.  I just couldn't find what I wanted.  Bummer.  I want a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-4433407816603234018?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/exGvjbRg1UQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/exGvjbRg1UQ/wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-1981583865813282824</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T09:52:19.839-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wedding</category><title>What did she say?</title><description>So if you didn't catch it in my last post, I'm getting married.  This has been the plan for quite some time but now we have actual plans and a date and things are in motion.  I'm really very excited, and a little overwhelmed.  Tomorrow I'm taking off work to go look at venues, right now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to music on project &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; to try and pick a song to walk down the aisle to.  I"m really excited, this is so much different than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, I was supposed to get married (different guy) a few years ago.  I cancelled the wedding 2 days before, and it was probably the best decision I've ever made.  Now I'm ready to try again and already it is a million times better than my last wedding planning experience.&lt;br /&gt;Currently we have only made one decision, we are getting married in June.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; we will decide on the venue and the rest will follow from there.  It will be hard, I only have a $4000 budget.  Because of what happened last time we decided that it would be best to fund the wedding ourselves rather than ask for help from my parents.  Not to mention my parents are hurting financially right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can make it work though, and it will be special and lovely and memorable.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-1981583865813282824?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/tZAXjfeOit8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/tZAXjfeOit8/what-did-she-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-did-she-say.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-695490798978571752</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T09:38:27.927-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>I'm tired</title><description>Oh my god I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired!  The baby was up late last night.  I think she has some more teeth coming in, molars this time.  I got up at 5:30 with the intention of exercising but I was so tired that I was walking through the house just dizzy and in a daze.  I decided to just do an easy 10 minute yoga workout.  I put in the DVD and ended up just sitting there watching the video, I couldn't get my body to move.  I feel really bad about about this because I didn't exercise all weekend or yesterday.  I have to get on the ball, I'm getting married soon, have to look pretty in my dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-695490798978571752?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/q6IkY2mDSR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/q6IkY2mDSR0/im-tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-tired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-4360125188299387754</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T08:59:33.138-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Optimism</category><title>High Hopes for a Good Day</title><description>I feel good today.  I did a 30 min. workout video this morning.  I'm proud of myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to do anything, I was considering doing just a 10 min. yoga relaxation video but I went for the hard one instead.  I look cute, I feel good, I think it will be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-4360125188299387754?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/EPv7-h_aWPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/EPv7-h_aWPs/high-hopes-for-good-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-hopes-for-good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-1032774729584173807</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T09:03:21.232-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Massage please, party of one.</title><description>Oh My. I thought it would be a good idea to kick up my workouts a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit, since I have been seeing no results. Well, today, I can barely move. Maybe I kicked it up a bit too much too soon. It doesn't help that I have started my period and my lower back is killing me. Really, I feel like I'm dying it hurts so bad. This is awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-1032774729584173807?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/QJaci9PD0O4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/QJaci9PD0O4/massage-please-party-of-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/massage-please-party-of-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-679520694091524539</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T15:04:49.556-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wedding</category><title>Cough, Cough, Do I hear bells?</title><description>I'm planning a wedding.  Well, not just &lt;em&gt;a &lt;/em&gt;wedding, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; wedding.  I have a budget of $4000.  I want it to look and feel like a million bucks of course.  I'm not quite sure how I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to accomplish this.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; with no time to just go around looking at places.  It's kinda hard getting out of the house these days and just do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; bunch of running around.  I am going to have to recruit a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;babysitter&lt;/span&gt;.  Or maybe I'll call in sick.  That's it!  That just came to me.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a sick day available, I'm going to use it.  This day will have to be very well planned to squeeze every usable minute out of it and make some progress. Yes, I will be sick, and I will find the perfect affordable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; and reception location.  I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-679520694091524539?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/QCE4LL_d0Dw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/QCE4LL_d0Dw/cough-cough-do-i-hear-bells.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/cough-cough-do-i-hear-bells.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-2681690520441905891</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T09:28:05.004-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cooking</category><title>What's for dinner?</title><description>I made chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marsala&lt;/span&gt; last night.  It was pretty good, a little too much thyme but overall not bad.  Even the hubby ate it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; might be hope for my cooking skills after all!  Tonight is a pasta bake casserole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-2681690520441905891?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/MjPlTQAF9zA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/MjPlTQAF9zA/whats-for-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-for-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-3707179395882149485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T16:21:57.501-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>A sitcom a sitcom</title><description>I think I need to watch more sitcoms.  I used to watch sitcoms all the time, I was a sitcom junkie.  Now, with the baby, I don't get to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; before 8 pm, and I'm usually only up till 9pm.  So my TV viewing window is very short and I am not one of those lucky ones with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't even have a VCR to record shows.  So I usually end up watching reality TV or some drama crime or hospital show.  This may be why I've become preoccupied with my mortality.  I need to watch happier shows.  Mindless, funny, happy sitcoms.  I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-3707179395882149485?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/BMEvgAkAcaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/BMEvgAkAcaU/sitcom-sitcom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/sitcom-sitcom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-6378811119226850928</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T12:32:41.093-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Work</category><title>I smell a revolution coming</title><description>I work for a family.  The Wife is the office manager.  When she chooses to come in that is.  To put it as nicely as possible, she is a huge pain in the ass, and she really doesn't understand what we do or what she is supposed to be doing for that matter.  That part is besides the point.  She has now become the smoking police.  She has mandated that we are not to smoke any more than 3 cigarettes per day.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am an adult.  I can manage my smoking habit I don't need it managed for me.  Second of all, my smoking habit does not interfere with my job nor does it bother or inconvenience anyone else.  Third of all, if you want to be the big office boss, you may mandate how many breaks I may take each day and how long they are, but you can not tell me I can only smoke three cigarettes per day.  Fourth of all, if you deny a smoker a cigarette that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intensely&lt;/span&gt; craving, you are not going to make up time in the office by denying them, they will simply not be able to function properly because they will be distracted, irritated, angry, and unable to focus.&lt;br /&gt;This will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; turn into a battle. I can see it now.  The smokers of the office will revolt and it will not end happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-6378811119226850928?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/lRDZEK7enoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/lRDZEK7enoI/i-smell-revolution-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-revolution-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-8691771047364418205</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T07:50:39.740-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>It's instant!</title><description>I have discovered the magic of instant coffee.  Why have I not tried this before??  I am by no means a coffee snob, if it's hot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt;, and tasted like it could be coffee then I'll drink it.  This instant stuff is amazing!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; since I am one of those people who will make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;, forget to clean out the grounds, and then discover the mold growing a week later.  Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-8691771047364418205?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/aQFCQrUVKik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/aQFCQrUVKik/its-instant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-instant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-3790866810245359760</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T08:45:27.510-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health</category><title>Exercise is good</title><description>So, I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt; washy these past couple of days.  My heads clear one minute and foggy the next.  My goals change from hour to hour and out of the blue I start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; goals and going back to school and having more kids.  I'm all over the place!  It's crazy inside this head of mine, which makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;it hard&lt;/span&gt; to concentrate on anything.  I guess it'll pass in time.  On the upside I have been exercising every morning for about 3 weeks.  Not like hard stuff, but some short Yoga and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt; tapes.  It's a good start and soon I'll be graduating to harder stuff, I just wanted to start out slow as to not burn myself out and set an actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; routine in place.  I think it has worked, I manage to get up at 5:30am and, so far, have had the motivation to exercise.  This is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-3790866810245359760?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/c-8ppMOzWPk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/c-8ppMOzWPk/exercise-is-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise-is-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-6288327712441280121</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T09:10:28.626-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Maybe baby???</title><description>I think I want another baby.  There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  I'm not sure now.  I do, but I don't.  It's a hard decision.  Well actually it's not.  We don't have a big enough house to have another child, comfortably, we don't have enough money to support 2 children comfortably.  I'm stressed enough as it is and I can't even get the dishes done, really...they have been sitting in the sink for a week, another baby will be just that more stressful.  It's not a good idea right now.  But I don't want to wait too long right?  Or do I?  I shouldn't even be thinking about this.  There are bigger more important issues to take care of right now and I'm babbling on about more babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-6288327712441280121?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/t0Mm7oN64AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/t0Mm7oN64AI/maybe-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-2347623360625614526</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T21:37:10.648-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Please leave amessage...</title><description>I don't like talking to people on the phone.  Therefore; I love email, and texting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-2347623360625614526?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/JfLExNQb1oQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/JfLExNQb1oQ/please-leave-amessage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-leave-amessage.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-2883890769280719207</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-29T11:26:41.036-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Don't know what caused this rant</title><description>I'm not feeling much better.  There is still a definite lack of motivation in my life right now.  Tough. Through the wonders of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; I am able to keep tabs on some people I used to know way back when.  It's nice, until you realize that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ubber&lt;/span&gt; successful, or incredibly intelligent and doing something with that, or still clinging to their youth and partying and having a great time, or they are just drop dead gorgeous. It makes me very self conscious, to the point where I'm thinking about how I could get some good pictures and put them up and write something so intelligent that would have people in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I could only write and publish and Nobel prize winning novel withing the next month and post a streaming video of the award ceremony (novels win Nobel prizes right or is that movies? no, I'm pretty sure it's books)or some really nice photos of me signing autographs with my daughter on my lap and my supportive husband standing with us. It's ridiculous really theses notions I have. I make myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I opt to just keep quiet.  Pass under the radar, give congrats when their due and smile.  Because I'm happy.  Just the way my life is (I would be overjoyed however if I could drop a few more pounds).  And I don't feel the need to rub it in other people's faces.  Okay that's a lie. But it's hard to show via Internet, and really is not worth the trouble.  When i get around to it I will, but I'm busy having fun with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-2883890769280719207?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/fpmr3PjTxLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/fpmr3PjTxLw/dont-know-what-caused-this-rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-know-what-caused-this-rant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-3271911761914209031</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T13:42:19.723-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>What can I say, I'm lazy</title><description>I don't feel like doing anything right now.  I haven't felt like doing anything for the past few days.  I'm feeling very very lazy and have only done the things that are necessary.  If it is not necessary than I'm doing it.  I wish I wasn't feeling so lazy, I have a lot to do.  Perhaps it is my diet, or lack of exercise, I don't know.  I sure could use a nap about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-3271911761914209031?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/FLbgGFXRnFQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/FLbgGFXRnFQ/what-can-i-say-im-lazy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-can-i-say-im-lazy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092719250049586588.post-1825763025573319473</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T13:14:25.822-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Content lacking</title><description>I've been a little preoccupied lately.  I'm trying to clean up and organize the house.  It is a really big project, really really big.  We have a lot of stuff, to put it simply, and a tiny house.  It's impossible to walk through the house without tripping on piles of stuff.  Piles and piles of stuff everywhere.  It's very hard to find the motivation to do anything because for one, I don't really know where to start there's so much, and for two, it will take a long time to do so there is no instant gratification in finishing something, sometimes it just seems hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do find the motivation to start again i just have to roll with it and not stop unless I have to. Thus, my lack of posts recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the only reason.  I've also been trying to create a budget for our household.  This has proven to be rather difficult but recent developments have made things much easier so I'm almost finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092719250049586588-1825763025573319473?l=fallula47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~4/IrOQvpcz2OU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfFallula47/~3/IrOQvpcz2OU/content-lacking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fallula47)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fallula47.blogspot.com/2008/09/content-lacking.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
