<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069</id><updated>2024-09-14T18:21:14.156-07:00</updated><category term="VH1"/><category term="God"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="niptuck"/><category term="sex"/><category term="&quot;Hogan Knows Best'"/><category term="2008"/><category term="AMW"/><category term="Bollea"/><category term="Bridget"/><category term="Buddha"/><category term="Emily"/><category term="FDA"/><category term="Hogan"/><category term="Hulk Hogan"/><category term="Jackson 5"/><category term="Jermaine Jackson"/><category term="Josh Evans"/><category term="Megan Meier"/><category term="Michael Jackson"/><category term="Myspace"/><category term="New York"/><category term="Pete"/><category term="TMJ"/><category term="Tailor Made"/><category term="Victory Tour"/><category term="WalMart"/><category term="aide"/><category term="alzheimers disease"/><category term="apologize"/><category term="black"/><category term="box"/><category term="checkout"/><category term="chester stiles"/><category term="children"/><category term="christian"/><category term="complaints"/><category term="crazy"/><category term="creepy"/><category term="customer service"/><category term="dawn budge"/><category term="dentist"/><category term="divorce"/><category term="downtown"/><category term="drama"/><category term="food pantry"/><category term="friends"/><category term="ghosts"/><category term="handicap"/><category term="hot men"/><category term="ice cubes"/><category term="infant"/><category term="medications"/><category term="mii"/><category term="monkey"/><category term="new year"/><category term="nintendo wii"/><category term="nursing home"/><category term="one republic"/><category term="plastic surgery"/><category term="proud momma"/><category term="questions"/><category term="resolutions"/><category term="retail"/><category term="rub"/><category term="salt n pepa"/><category term="school"/><category term="spirits"/><category term="suspense"/><category term="timbaland"/><category term="tour"/><category term="tv"/><category term="video"/><category term="white"/><category term="white glove"/><category term="world"/><title type="text">True Dustlynn</title><subtitle type="html"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-1737493395067588160</id><published>2008-01-06T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:26:54.297-08:00</updated><title type="text">Took me a while but IM tagged</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so I have been away for a while but Im back and just in time for some tagging fun. I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.datcurious.com/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrsgrapevine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs. G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules: Link to the person who has tagged you, share seven weird things about yourself, tag seven bloggers to do the same and include a link to their blog, let each person know that they have been tagged and finally post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some weird things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a neat freak who cant even watch tv if something is out of place in the room I am in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to try and dance even thought I suffer terribly from "white girl" syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the High School Musical videos and love watching them with my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am addicted to watching the Food Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to wrestle in the floor and to make my husband scream like a girl....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love brussel sprouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have a stuffed animal from when I was a little girl that I sometimes sleep with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some weird things but fun too. So now I have to tag 7 people. I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldclassicera.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiedominique.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668789485231473125"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bluedreamer27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263054074018144329"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;straighttruth42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804184532512543051"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazyaussiebastard.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazyaussiebastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beingamomisgreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bmgmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1737493395067588160/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/1737493395067588160" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1737493395067588160" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1737493395067588160" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2008/01/took-me-while-but-im-tagged.html" rel="alternate" title="Took me a while but IM tagged" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-1053389891532933658</id><published>2008-01-01T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:28:37.870-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="resolutions"/><title type="text">New Year, New ME!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://agrowknow.org/Documents/Image/Parker/111923_Happy%20New%20Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://agrowknow.org/Documents/Image/Parker/111923_Happy%20New%20Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it is the end of 2007 and the beginning of 2008 and I am really exicted to see what the new year will bring me. I have usually never made and resolutions but I think this year I will. So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Be the real me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Think of myself sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Stand up for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Keep guiding my babies in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Keep good friends close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Find happiness for myself, whatever that might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Eat better and exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Live life to the fullest and best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those are some of what I will be trying to work on this year along with many more I am sure. HAPPY 2008!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1053389891532933658/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/1053389891532933658" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1053389891532933658" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1053389891532933658" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-me.html" rel="alternate" title="New Year, New ME!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-5398890773278669076</id><published>2007-12-26T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:14:41.180-08:00</updated><title type="text">Missin much</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is so sad right now. I am sitting here thinking about my life and where I am with everything. I am so sad. I miss so many of my friends and my old life. I miss feeling important, being happy and laughing just because. I miss being around people who know the real me and not someone they think I am. I miss just hanging out and not really having anything pressing to do. I miss having someone listen to me and caring about what I am talking about. I miss being able to share my dreams and thoughts with friends. I miss growing up and making mistakes but still being ok. I miss waking up and thinking this is going to be a good day. I miss going to sleep with a smile on my face. I miss being me and that being ok. I miss love and happiness.......&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5398890773278669076/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/5398890773278669076" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5398890773278669076" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5398890773278669076" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/missin-much.html" rel="alternate" title="Missin much" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-341080201122113430</id><published>2007-12-19T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:19:36.749-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghosts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pete"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirits"/><title type="text">Believe only what you see?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://i.pbase.com/g4/82/265582/2/52099799.SpiritsDayoftheDeadcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.pbase.com/g4/82/265582/2/52099799.SpiritsDayoftheDeadcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tonight was a very interesting night for me. I went to a friend's house to make Chex Mix and hang out with her and her mom. We were sitting around while the mix was in the oven and we started talking about her living alone and all the ups and downs that come with it. Well we started talking about her feeling safe and she started to tell me about her friend, Pete that lives with her. Now I was really confused because I knew she lived alone. And then she started telling me about different things that Pete would do. And soon after that I realized that Pete was not a person but a spirit. Now I have to tell you that this subject has always made me uneasy but I do believe in spirits completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She told me about lights that would be on when she had turned them off, her christmas tree being plugged in and lit up when she got home from work, "feeling" him when she walked by him in the house, and hearing different noises that she knew she wasnt making. It was very creepy to me and I am just glad that nothing like this happens in my house. It is interesting to me to hear stories about people and their experiences with spirits...Anybody got any good ones? Or do you even believe in this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.pbase.com/g4/82/265582/2/52099799.SpiritsDayoftheDeadcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/341080201122113430/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/341080201122113430" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/341080201122113430" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/341080201122113430" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/believe-only-what-you-see.html" rel="alternate" title="Believe only what you see?" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-3426111530822098979</id><published>2007-12-17T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:17:56.944-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Buddha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New York"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tailor Made"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="VH1"/><title type="text">New York, New York!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/shows/i_love_new_york_2/blog_screenshots/flipbook/ilny2_1_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://www.vh1.com/sitewide/flipbooks/img/shows/i_love_new_york_2/blog_screenshots/flipbook/ilny2_1_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont know why I love watching all these crazy reality dating shows on VH1 but I do! I have been watching them for a while now and the latest one for me is "I Love New York 2" which just aired its final show. I think that New York is a loud, crazy ass drama queen and her mom is the devil's wing woman but they are so much fun to watch. It is very entertaining and cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tonight New York was down to her final 2 guys. Buddha and Tailor Made. They are complete opposites and both have done just about everything to get New York to pick them. Buddha is a strong, sexy man that makes sure to keep New York and her mom in check. Tailor Made is sweet but a complete push over and yes man. So after her final dates with the 2 she picks Tailor Made!!!! I  had thought for a while that she was going to but I dont know if she picked the right man. Buddha was so sexy and strong and YUMMY! I think she had a blonde moment. But I guess we will see on the after show if it works out. Cant wait to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3426111530822098979/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/3426111530822098979" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/3426111530822098979" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/3426111530822098979" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-york-new-york.html" rel="alternate" title="New York, New York!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-9155189020891744232</id><published>2007-12-17T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:40:52.188-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawn budge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ice cubes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niptuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><title type="text">Ice Ice Baby</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9e/Ice_cubes_openphoto.jpg/800px-Ice_cubes_openphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="166" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9e/Ice_cubes_openphoto.jpg/800px-Ice_cubes_openphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I have been wanting to post this since I watched a recent episode of Niptuck entitled "Dawn Budge II". It was definitely one of the most interesting episodes that I have seen on this show so far. And I just had to write about this cause it was so damn crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the main characters on the show "Christian" has become a male escourt. Not that he needs to be since he is HOT HOT HOT but none the less he is. A woman approaches him and tell him that she wants him to help her live out a fantasy of hers. She goes on to tell him that she wants him to help her into a bath tub of ice cubes after she has injected herself with a tranqulizer, She wants him to time her to just the right moment before she freezes to death and then take her naked body out of the tub and have sex with her to bring her back to life!!!!! Now tell me if this aint some freaky shiznit!!! So it got me to thinking do people really do crazy stuff like this? I mean I am all for spicing it up and making it kinky but not this loopy! SO what do you all think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9155189020891744232/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/9155189020891744232" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/9155189020891744232" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/9155189020891744232" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-ice-baby.html" rel="alternate" title="Ice Ice Baby" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-2358662423215314773</id><published>2007-12-13T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:08:12.566-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bridget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="proud momma"/><title type="text">Proud Momma</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/535662/2/istockphoto_535662_mother_s_day_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/535662/2/istockphoto_535662_mother_s_day_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just thought that I needed to take a few minutes and write about the best accomplishment in my life. My daughters are the lights of my life. I can not imagine my life without them and cherish everyday that I have them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bridget is 6 years old and she is a typical red head. She has a stubborn streak a mile wide and a temper to match. She also is a gifted artist and loves to create. She is quiet for the most part and takes everything in that is around her. She is also a avid reader and would rather curl up with a book than be outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emily is my baby and she is 5. She is a bundle of energy from the time her feet hit the floor until she goes to sleep at night. She likes to try new things and always is wanting to meet new people. She is truly a "social butterfly" and doesnt like to sit still for any amount of time. She is a mixture of wanting to play with baby dolls and wear high heels to slopping around in the mud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Growing up, I never envisioned this plan for my life. I never imagined that I would be a mother so early in life. I thought that I would go to school, have a great job and have everything planned out and together and then have kids. But that was not to be and I had them both early and right after one another. It has taught me a lot and made me grow up faster than ever. I know for sure that I would not change having them for anything. They make me smile when I am down, they make me laugh when I dont think I can, they love me when Im not so loveable and they give me purpose in life. Its amazing how two little girls could change me and shape me in such a huge way! And I love them more than they will ever know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you God for them and what they have brought to my life. Please help me to raise them they way you would want them to be. I am a proud momma!  Amen~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2358662423215314773/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/2358662423215314773" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2358662423215314773" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2358662423215314773" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/proud-momma.html" rel="alternate" title="Proud Momma" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-5376685484272496585</id><published>2007-12-11T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:37:21.558-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alzheimers disease"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nursing home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions"/><title type="text">Life Questions????</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.orangewebhosting.com/images/questions.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.orangewebhosting.com/images/questions.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While at lunch the other day, I had a chance to talk to a wonderful woman that I work with. We got to talking about her and her husband. She told me that he was in a nursing home and was suffering from Alzheimers Disease. She was telling me how she went to feed him everyday and how he didnt even know her or that she was there. As she talked about him and their lives together before this disease I could see the pain in her eyes and hear the quiver in her voice. I think that it did her good to have someone to talk to and I was more that happy to listen to her stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was telling me about going to feed him and how she wanted to make sure that she was there on Christmas to be with him and make sure he knew she loved him. And she broke down a little when she told me that he didnt even recognize her anymore. He didnt speak words that anyone could understand anymore and that all he did was stare into space for most of the time. She was telling me of the guilt she felt for not being able to be with him all the time. But that she felt for her health she had to try to keep living as best as she could. She just recently got this job and it was just to help take her mind off of being sad all the time and of being terribly lonely. My heart went out to her and I made sure that she knew I would do anything I could for her and would always be there if she needed to talk or cry or scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was sitting in my living room later on that evening, I got to thinking how hard it would be for someone you have spent your whole life with to dwindle away in front of your eyes. I can not imagine the pain and loneliness that would be. But I admire this lady for the love she continues to show her husband by visiting him daily and by being there even when he doesnt know her. She could just have put him in a home and left and decided he didnt know or need her anymore but she did not. She continues to try to go on with her life as best as she can and still is there for her love who doesnt see her anymore. Something I definitely want to live up to in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wonder if I am with someone who would do the same for me. IF I was to have something happen to me like this would I be alone? Would my husband come and see me even when I couldnt see him? Would he speak of me the way she does her husband with such love and sadness in her eyes.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5376685484272496585/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/5376685484272496585" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5376685484272496585" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5376685484272496585" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-questions.html" rel="alternate" title="Life Questions????" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-8144431189018846224</id><published>2007-12-06T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:59:20.772-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world"/><title type="text">Small World</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/579884/2/istockphoto_579884_it_s_a_small_world_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/579884/2/istockphoto_579884_it_s_a_small_world_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was working the other day and was in the zone that you get in when you are a cashier and you are checking person after person out and still have a long line when I looked up and who did I see??? A guy that I went to high school with! At first I was like man that looks like L.H. but I wasnt gonna say anything cause I wasnt 100% sure. So I just kept on going with my line and then I looked up again and he was like DUSTY!!! Then I knew it was him and it was so cool to see someone that you went to school with. He looked exactly the same and he said I did too. Which could be a bad thing :( or a good thing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway I really didnt have a chance to talk to him cause he was there as a vendor so he was working and so was I. But it just put a smile on my face and make my heart all warm inside. He was an awesome guy in school and he still seems to be the same. I wish that I would have had more time to talk to him but I guess it wasnt meant to be that way. But it brought me a piece of home and I was happy about it, brought me back to the days when things were simple and fun. Very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/579884/2/istockphoto_579884_it_s_a_small_world_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8144431189018846224/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/8144431189018846224" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8144431189018846224" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8144431189018846224" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/small-world.html" rel="alternate" title="Small World" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-7936559955888076568</id><published>2007-12-05T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:35:54.829-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="niptuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="plastic surgery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suspense"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv"/><title type="text">Niptuck nipped me....</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.tvsa.co.za/mastershowimages/402_niptuck_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tvsa.co.za/mastershowimages/402_niptuck_468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had been watching this show called Niptuck for a couple of seasons now and it hase become one of my favorite shows to watch. I set it to tape on the dvr and love to watch it. I have to tape it cause it can sometimes be a little much and I would never watch it in front of my kids. And it really surprises me that I like it as much as I do because it is so far from the type of person that I am. It is very sexual and very graphic in nature and that just isnt me.....but I wouldnt miss a show for anything. Weird how that is but I guess Im not the only one because the show is very popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The show itself is about two plastic surgeons and their family and their work and then develops into storylines relating to that. It takes on a lot of different subjects and weird and unusual happenings. Anyway I just wanted to blog about it and how much I like the show. I keep coming back to see what else happens and who other crazy stories will unfold. Love the drama and suspense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7936559955888076568/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/7936559955888076568" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7936559955888076568" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7936559955888076568" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/12/niptuck-nipped-me.html" rel="alternate" title="Niptuck nipped me...." type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-76795803366257563</id><published>2007-11-30T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T04:55:18.487-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jackson 5"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jermaine Jackson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michael Jackson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monkey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tour"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victory Tour"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white glove"/><title type="text">Jackson 5 Reunion Tour</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/010/424/10424164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/010/424/10424164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I am SO SO SO excited to read this morning that the Jackson 5 are planning a reunion tour. I love their music and their shows all together plus Michael is like one of my favorite singers of all time. Jermaine Jackson said that the tour will begin some time next year and that Michael will definitely be a part of it. He said that he feels that they owe it to the fans and to the public to do it one more time. YAY YAY YAY!!!! I was just watching some video of their Victory Tour and it brought back all of the memories from when I was a kid. We used to listen to the Jackson 5 and Michael Jackson all the time. They were so good together and it was so entertaining to watch them sing and dance. And then when Michael went out by himself he was awesome! Just like all little girls I wanted to marry him and be his little white glove and play with his monkey......um yeah I just realized how bad that sounded but I gotta leave it (HA HA HA). So anyway I am super excited and even though I probably couldnt get tickets if I tired I am thrilled to see them back out doing their thing and to see what greatness they can do now. Plus we all wanna see Michael again and the moonwalk. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/76795803366257563/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/76795803366257563" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/76795803366257563" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/76795803366257563" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/jackson-5-reunion-tour.html" rel="alternate" title="Jackson 5 Reunion Tour" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-8848699148690825343</id><published>2007-11-29T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:15:31.492-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Josh Evans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Megan Meier"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myspace"/><title type="text">GONE TOO FAR!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pFtLbWm1AVyG3M:http://users.bandzoogle.com/grandunioncountry/images/content/Myspace_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:pFtLbWm1AVyG3M:http://users.bandzoogle.com/grandunioncountry/images/content/Myspace_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been reading and watching the horrible story of Megan Meier and her family since it first came out on the news.  It is very disturbing and really sad. To sum it up Megan was a girl who had depression and self-esteem problems. She had a Myspace account and soon became friends with a person posing as Josh Evans. She was smitten with him and remained in contact with him over a month of time. She then became upset and hurt when he said that he didnt want to be her friend because he had heard that she was not nice to her friends. Then he started posting bulletins about her being fat and and a slut.  Megan could not take the abuse and hung herself in her bedroom closet. Now that piece of the story is bad enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josh Evans was later found out to not even exist. He was created by an adult neighbor who was trying to find out what Megan was saying online about her daughter! This is the crazy part to me, a grown ass woman is going to act like that towards a young impressionable girl, one she knows has self esteem and depression problems at that! It is sickening and disgusting to me. So now Megan's parents are coming forward asking for the neighbor mom to spend time in jail. I think that they have every right to do this. I cant imagine someone preying on my child like this. And not just someone but a grown adult at that. I dont know how she lives with herself after this because I know that I could not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8848699148690825343/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/8848699148690825343" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8848699148690825343" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8848699148690825343" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone-too-far.html" rel="alternate" title="GONE TOO FAR!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-1646322401776211260</id><published>2007-11-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:39:30.764-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="box"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white"/><title type="text">BREAKING THE BOX!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.insectlabstudio.com/images/butterflies/ParanticaSitaSita_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.insectlabstudio.com/images/butterflies/ParanticaSitaSita_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to blog about something that has really been bothering me lately. I know this woman who is white and for whatever reason she only wants black guys. I dont understand this at all. I mean she is to the point to where she wont even look at a man unless he is black. Makes absolutely no sense to me at all. But it doesnt have to right? Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway she and I were talking today and she was asking me about how I grew up and where and just general conversation. And we got once again on the subject of "hot men" which is her favorite subject. She was asking me what my type was and I was just telling her what I like in a guy and she was saying what she looked for. Then she asked me about skin color and if it was a big deal to me what the skin color of a guy was. I told her it didnt matter at all to me. And can you believe she told me I was lying! She said she could tell that I only liked white men and that I wasnt the "type" of girl to like black men. EXCUSE ME!!! What "type" of girl likes black men? She bumped her head hard somewhere. She went on to try to defend herself by saying that I was too straight laced to be attracted to a guy who wasnt white. I told her she obviously knows nothing about me, which she doesnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, it just really bothers me when I am put into a box like that. If you dont know me then dont ACT like you do! I am full of surprises and always growing and getting better. So if you dont know, you better ASK SOMEBODY! (and maybe somebody who knows me, he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1646322401776211260/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/1646322401776211260" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1646322401776211260" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1646322401776211260" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/breaking-box.html" rel="alternate" title="BREAKING THE BOX!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-8740636783228343602</id><published>2007-11-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:30:31.009-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&quot;Hogan Knows Best'"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divorce"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hogan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hulk Hogan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="VH1"/><title type="text">HOGAN KNOWS DIVORCE</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/tv_pix/vh1/hogan_knows_best_2_photos/hulk_hogan/hogan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/tv_pix/vh1/hogan_knows_best_2_photos/hulk_hogan/hogan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH BROTHER!  Seems like Linda and Terry "Hulk" Bollea (Hogan) are headed for divorce court. Linda has filled for divorce from her husband of 24 years last week.  She is seeking half of everything they have together and shared custody of Nick. She is also seeking alimony and the costs of her court fees to be covered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! I really didnt think this would happen to the Hogan Family. They always seemed like a really close and loving family that was rare in the media spotlight. I have grown up with Hulk Hogan and have now grown to watch "Hogan Knows Best"  on Vh1.  The couple's tense relationship was adressed on the show but it seemed at the end of it that all was well and was being worked out. It is really sad that it couldnt be that way in the real world.  It looks like as of right now that Terry had no idea that Linda had filed for divorce in the first place and that he was told about it by a reporter. That really stings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im sure that this will continue to be a story in the media for a while just like anything else. But I do wish the best to the Bollea family at this hard time. It has to be hard to be such public figures and trying to live a good family life.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8740636783228343602/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/8740636783228343602" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8740636783228343602" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8740636783228343602" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/hogan-knows-divorce.html" rel="alternate" title="HOGAN KNOWS DIVORCE" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-6005738820104562354</id><published>2007-11-26T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:40:18.581-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mii"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nintendo wii"/><title type="text">ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS.....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had some tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:wHjeam5-pcTUqM:http://www.trustedreviews.com/images/article/inline/3849-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="200" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:wHjeam5-pcTUqM:http://www.trustedreviews.com/images/article/inline/3849-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e over the Thanksgiving holiday to relax and spend time with my family. It was so much fun. We always have such a blast when we get together. But this time my sister and her boyfriend brought up their Nintendo Wii. Now I have heard about this and how much it was in demand and I didnt think much about it. I have always liked playing any kind of video game but not like crazy about it. And then came the WII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not even tell you how much I want one. We played it the whole time that my family together and it was so much fun. Even making the Mii (character who looks like you) was a blast. We could all play and it was awesome! And my girls could play it too, which is another positive element. Bridget kicked major booty on the bowling cause she got a strike like everytime. So you can imagine how excited she was that she was beating all of us. I really want one, I really do. Now I just have to plan out how thats gonna happen! OHHHHHHHHHH I want one so bad!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6005738820104562354/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/6005738820104562354" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/6005738820104562354" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/6005738820104562354" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html" rel="alternate" title="ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS....." type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-1812930997330718640</id><published>2007-11-21T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:27:13.205-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="checkout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complaints"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="customer service"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retail"/><title type="text">Customer Satisfaction?!?!?!?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK. now I feel the need to rant for a little while so bare with me. As the holidays are quickly approaching these things have been bothering me more and more. So working in retail we are always concerned with customer service and I am not trying to belittle that because I feel that it is very important. But what about appreciation and common courteousy (sp) for the associate who is checking your impatient ass out???? I mean come on people it is ridiculous. So I am just going to make a list of things that really urk me it the checking out process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Laying or throwing your money down on the register ~ OK so how much time is it gonna take for you to hand me your money? And throwing it you should just be smacked in your mouth for! Didnt your parents teach you any manners at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Rebagging the stuff ~ Ok I know what I am doing and you dont need to rebag the stuff that I put in the bags. If you wanna do it let me know and I wont waste me time doing it for you and if you want me to bag something a certain way then tell me and I will be happy to do it for you. Its not that serious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Greetings and Salutations ~ So when someone comes through my line I just say Hi, how are you? or Did you find everything you needed? And sometimes I dont even really care to say it but I do. So could you please at least say something back to me??? I am not invisible and I dont normally talk to myself. I had this man the other day answer back "LIKE SH*T", when I asked him how he was. Yes I was a little taken back by this at first, but I laughed to myself and laughed out loud when he wasnt around. But he still answered me so it worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Tags and Labels ~ Please dont bring me something up that doesnt have a bar code or a UPC somewhere. I do not have a magical list that has everything in the store on it with the prices. And dont give me a bunch of crap when I have to call for a price check. UMMMM hello dumb as* youre the one who brought up something without a UPC!!! This is not your first day at life! If you dont wanna wait then get it another time, I see you in here everyday so dont act like it is a huge deal! Or wait and be patient, oh wow thats a new concept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Returns ~ Dont be bringing stuff back that you bought last year or that your dog has been sleeping on for a month. We arent gonna take it back! Dont act like you are surprised or pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I am sure that I will think of more but those are the ones that come to mind. I feel a lot better now.....whew!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1812930997330718640/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/1812930997330718640" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1812930997330718640" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1812930997330718640" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/customer-satisfaction.html" rel="alternate" title="Customer Satisfaction?!?!?!?" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-4129573861181617378</id><published>2007-11-15T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:26:38.120-08:00</updated><title type="text">BLAME IT ON ME!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:y3zabzf0nWi6jM:http://www.planebuzz.com/gas_prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:y3zabzf0nWi6jM:http://www.planebuzz.com/gas_prices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK so I just had to pay almost 450 dollars for 150 gallons of oil for my house and I seriously about to have a panic/heart attack. Between this and ever rising gas prices I am so pissed off. And who am I pissed at mostly? MYSELF!!! Yeah I said myself because I helped contribute to this problem that so many are having now. I too was fooled into voting for this man we call President. I feel so stupid and so lame and Im not ashamed to admit it. I did vote for him for reasons that I still feel strongly about but I had no idea how much my vote was going to hurt, and hurt my pocket. I just feel like I let myself down and know and paying for it hard! So yeah Im taking responsibility for my actions and kicking myself in the but!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4129573861181617378/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/4129573861181617378" rel="replies" title="12 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/4129573861181617378" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/4129573861181617378" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/blame-it-on-me.html" rel="alternate" title="BLAME IT ON ME!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-1626377983926336925</id><published>2007-11-15T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:17:27.851-08:00</updated><title type="text">Big Girl Now</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2004/01/08/news/companies/walmart/walmart_inc_chart2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://money.cnn.com/2004/01/08/news/companies/walmart/walmart_inc_chart2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so excited!! I have offically been at Wal-Mart long enough to buy shares of stock! This is so exciting for me because I have never done this and I feel like a big girl now. I have always wanted to this and now I am actually doing it. Now I just have to figure out how this whole things works and what it means for me. I am sure I can and that I will be able to understand a little more than I do now. So this is something new and exciting for me. I cant wait to see where it goes and to learn more about it. YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1626377983926336925/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/1626377983926336925" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1626377983926336925" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/1626377983926336925" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-girl-now.html" rel="alternate" title="Big Girl Now" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-7529303501861354525</id><published>2007-11-14T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:27:13.791-08:00</updated><title type="text">AWAKE!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since seeing the preview for the upcoming movie Awake, I have been thinking about the awful feeling that it would be to be in surgery and be awake the whole time. You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fest06.sffs.org/i/stills/main/wide_awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fest06.sffs.org/i/stills/main/wide_awake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; laying there on the operating table paralyzed, unable to talk or scream or anything and have to listen and even feel some of the pain and pressure of the operation. I cant imagine this happening to me or anyone else but it does. The statistics I read was 1 in 400 which is pretty good that it wont happen to you but still weirds me out that it even does happen. I was reading an article about a woman in Virginia that this happened to while she was having surgery on her eye. She was having one removed and could feel the pressure of having the eye removed and the sounds going on around her but could not move or make any sound at all. She has nightmares and post traumatic stress from this happening to her. She cant even lay down when she sleeps because of the nightmare she went through. Some crazy stuff if you ask me!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7529303501861354525/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/7529303501861354525" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7529303501861354525" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7529303501861354525" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/11/awake.html" rel="alternate" title="AWAKE!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-8587974855899578101</id><published>2007-10-31T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:25:51.797-07:00</updated><title type="text">IM LOVIN IT!</title><content type="html">Who doesnt love the cha cha slide???? Even my two little girls do it and love it! McDonalds definitely has a memorable commercial with this one! So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=20936053"&gt;McDonalds Cha Cha Slide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=20936053&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;amp;videoid=20936053&amp;amp;title=McDonalds"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8587974855899578101/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/8587974855899578101" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8587974855899578101" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/8587974855899578101" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-lovin-it.html" rel="alternate" title="IM LOVIN IT!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-4583599085867892922</id><published>2007-10-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:11:44.628-07:00</updated><title type="text">FUNNY BUT TRUE!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.canyon-news.com/artman2/uploads/1/sam-walton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.canyon-news.com/artman2/uploads/1/sam-walton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a funny poem but it rings true in so many ways. Wal*Mart is definitely not what it once was. Sam Walton would not like it one bit to see it now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twas the night before Halloween, when all through the store,Customers came in dressed in costumes, from Vampires to Crackwhores.The remaining Halloween items were stocked on the shelf without care,Most of it thrown on the floor, like a bunch of retards had shopped there.The associates were working, all snug in there polos and khakis,Their old blue vests recycled into underwear, donated to overseas soldiers and Iraqis.My Store Manager proud of the generous deed Wal-Mart had done,Me thinking of the shit-stains on the old blue vests, from soldiers with the runs.When up at the service desk there arose such a clatter,A woman wanting to return sweatpants, because they made her fat ass look even fatter.Her children were crying and screaming and running,The woman so obese, that she walked kind of funny.The CSM ran up to the entrance and got an electric shopping cart,With a seat that smelled like urine, and disabled peoples' farts."You'll be more comfortable in this", she said, "And you can relax as you roam,We'll gladly give you a refund, just please leave the poor service desk associate alone".The fat woman relented, and sat in the chair,"Okay kids we're going to Womens Wear, so mommy can buy some thong underwear.On Frankie, on Bobby, on Susie and Cass,If you kids don't behave I'm gonna paddle your ass!"Her chair started forward, with a groan and a stutter,"I don't think that electric cart is gonna make it", a cashier quietly muttered.She rode off through Softlines, knocking clothes onto the ground,"Kids go shoplift mommy some candy bars, just make sure no employees are around".On the roof above my department, I heard a strange noise,So I went and got the associate that was working in toys.The roof hatch was ripped open, with a metal-scraping sound,And down the ladder into the store, came Sam Walton with a bound.His flesh was all rotten, his eyes empty black pits,"I've come back from the dead", he cackled, "To torment you lazy shits".A bag full of coaching forms, was slung over his back,"You assholes have ruined my company, and I'm here to take it back!""We work hard", we responded, "It's the Home Office you should haunt,We bust our asses for this company, Lee Scott's the asshole that you want.Your company is being run by idiots and by fools,They come up with incredibly stupid ideas, and incomprehensibly stupid rules"."Wage caps, no merit raises, store managers that treat us like slaves,We do the work of three people, while every second of overtime must be shaved.We have no cashiers, no stockers, but still do a hundred-million in sales,We run around like rats, with managements' foot on our tails.Mr. Sam let out a roar, "This was never my plan.Respect for the individual, every woman, every man!Everyone used to work together, morale was so high,I'll tear out Lee Scott's heart, and laugh as I watch him die!""I'll show up with Ol' Roy at the next Stakeholders' Meeting,He'll bite every executive on the ass, while I give them a beating.Then I'll go find my spoiled children, and scream 'What have you done?'Hoarding all my hard-earned money, while the associates get none!""Then I'll put someone in charge, who cares about the associates that do all the work,And health coverage everyone can afford, from management to sales clerk.And we're going to pay a decent wage, so the stores can all be fully staffed",When he saw the disbelief on our faces, he floated back to the roof with a laugh.He threw down two pins, saying "It aint much but it's a start",Then we heard the roaring of his pickup truck, and what had to be Ol' Roy's bark.We looked at the pins, showing sparkling letters in bold,Stating "Every employee is a treasure, more valuable than gold".Sam drove off the roof, his pickup flying through the air,Setting a course for Arkansas, and the Home Office located there.I thought I heard him yell, his voice drifting away,"Ol' Roy get my shotgun, hunting season opens today".I looked at my coworker, was it all just a dream?Did I eat some tainted beef, that made things different than they seemed?The associate looked back at me, mouth widening in a grin,And attached to her name badge, Sam's gift of the pin.The lights all went out, over the intercom I heard that familiar voice,"This is Mr. Sam, and I appreciate that working for Wal-Mart was your choice.Things are going to be different, now that Mr. Sam's back in town,I'm going to reward you all for your hard work, I promise I won't let you down"."They'll be no more crap from China, we're bringing back Made in the USA,It may cost a little more, but that's a price I'm willing to pay.We're not going to build anymore stores, until the ones we have are running well, And if the Board of Directors don't like it, I'll send them all to Hell".Then the lights came back on, seeming to burn brighter than before,And that old familiar face was back, traveling through the store.The big yellow Smiley-face, bringing happiness and cheer,Slashing the prices, from tampons to beer."It's good to have you back", I called with a grin,He said, "I wanted to come back, but Lee Scott wouldn't let me in".He distributed to all the associates, the same pin I got from Mr. Sam,To the management he gave, Creamed Shit-in-a-can.We all went back to work, with a new lightness in our step,Our future seemed brighter, maybe there was hope for Wal-Mart yet.The fat lady in the electric cart and her kids, then exited the store out of sight,Her kids' pockets full of shoplifted candy, their Trick or Treating for the night."Run Frankie, run Bobby, run Susie, run Cass! If you get caught by security, it's Juvenile Hall for your ass!"They all climbed into a minivan and sped away, rejoicing in their luck,They then ran through a red light, and were hit by a Wal-Mart truck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4583599085867892922/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/4583599085867892922" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/4583599085867892922" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/4583599085867892922" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-but-true.html" rel="alternate" title="FUNNY BUT TRUE!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-5675792284156528077</id><published>2007-10-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:53:45.906-07:00</updated><title type="text">IVE BEEN TAGGED!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:vPp6XNzDO7IgxM:http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/32/02/23240232.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:vPp6XNzDO7IgxM:http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/32/02/23240232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; OK SO IVE BEEN TAGGED BY MY GOOD FRIEND MARCUS SO HERE ARE THE RULES - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves on their blog. People who are tagged need to blog 7 facts about themselves and post the rules as well. At the end of their blog list 7 people you are tagging. Let them know that they are tagged by leaving them a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 Facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Im a mom to two little girls named Bridget (6) and Emily (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I work at Wal*Mart at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I have an associates degree in Business Management/Admin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I am a neat freak, seriously like OCD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I love kids and working with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. I keep a book where I write stories and poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. I am a worrier, I worry all the time about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People I am tagging: (this will be hard since I only know 2 people on here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Vicky&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5675792284156528077/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/5675792284156528077" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5675792284156528077" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/5675792284156528077" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged.html" rel="alternate" title="IVE BEEN TAGGED!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-2029897394453958378</id><published>2007-10-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:23:28.806-07:00</updated><title type="text">Innocent until someone "thinks" it was you!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://i.l.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/law/10/25/innocence.project/art.williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.l.cnn.net/cnn/2007/US/law/10/25/innocence.project/art.williams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading this article about this man named Willie "Pete" Williams and my jaw dropped. This man was wrongly convicted of a crime and served 20 years in prison! His nightmare started when he was 23 years old and had been pulled over one night. He had no idea that his life was about to be over before it had a chance to really blossom. They questioned and arrested him under beliefs that he was an area rapist who had struck the area 3 weeks earlier. He was sentenced to 45 years in prison for a crime he didnt commit. There were 3 eyewitnesses who said that it was Pete that they had seen. Due to this he lost 20 years of his life before DNA proved that it was not him. This is so crazy! I cant imagine being pulled over and then taken to prison right after that for something that I had no hand in!! This man is truely a strong man because he says now he is not angry anymore. He is letting the anger go and getting on with his life.......and to me deserves some major compensation for this unimaginable wrongdoing. I know that it can not make up for what has been taken from him but it is a start in the right direction. I cant believe this could happen to an innocent man when we cant seem to find the real killers and rapists in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2029897394453958378/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/2029897394453958378" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2029897394453958378" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2029897394453958378" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/innocent-until-someone-thiinks-it-was.html" rel="alternate" title="Innocent until someone &quot;thinks&quot; it was you!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-7607685683522372396</id><published>2007-10-21T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:28:43.509-07:00</updated><title type="text">Saddness</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there are some things in my life that I am really saddened by. One is my marriage and two is my own self esteem. I know that they are both linked by the same thread. When I was younger I felt like I was never good enough to be loved and I think that feeling came from my dad not loving me like a father should. I just felt like he didnt care about me and that I wasnt good enough for him to straighten up. Since then I have always had issues with feeling like I am worth loving and caring about. My self esteem is really low and I think that it has been for a long time. I am just very lonely and feel like I dont matter sometimes. I know that I do matter to my children though and that is what I hold on to for dear life. I am so glad that they are in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My marriage is also a large part of my pain. I feel like sometimes there is no hope and no reason to keep going with it. I want a loving family for my daughters to grow up in, so that they can feel safe and secure but I do not want to teach them that it is ok for someone to constantly hurt them. I had heard the saying that sometimes love isnt enough and I am truely beginning to feel that way. I was always a huge romantic and dreamed about marriage when I was young and now it just seems to be just that a dream. I just want someone to love me, to hold me, to tell me and show me that they love me. And another thing I have come to want is RESPECT! I want someone to respect me and to care about my feelings and act like they know wrong from right. I am just really lost and confused and very very unhappy right now. So if this sounds like a ramble, it is. Much like my life it doesnt make a lot of sense.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7607685683522372396/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/7607685683522372396" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7607685683522372396" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/7607685683522372396" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/saddness.html" rel="alternate" title="Saddness" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411072853021362069.post-2344158736600871705</id><published>2007-10-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T04:32:30.287-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AMW"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chester stiles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><title type="text">I Want to Throw Up!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://media.amw.com/multimedia/fileRepository/db/458/498/stiles_lg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.amw.com/multimedia/fileRepository/db/458/498/stiles_lg5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHESTER STILES............CAPTURED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK so the name just maked me sick to my stomach. After hearing about this man and seeing him on America's Most Wanted I was praying that he would be caught soon before some other child was hurt. He is charged with 23 felonies including sexual acts and videotaping of a 3 year old little girl! HE is disgusting and deserves to be taken out in the woods, shot somewhere like both legs and left to be eaten by animals and to die a slow and painful death. I know that is a little much but he makes me sick! What the hell is wrong with a man or anyone who could do something like this to an innocent child?!?!?! As a mother, this scared me to death for it to be reconfirmed to me as to how sick some people are in this world. And from interviews from neighbors and his own son, he was nice and never showed any signs of this so that makes it that much more scarey! I hope that this man gets what he deserves and one way or another he will! Now maybe the families affected by this monster can have some sort of peace.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.amw.com/multimedia/fileRepository/db/458/498/stiles_lg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2344158736600871705/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8411072853021362069/2344158736600871705" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2344158736600871705" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8411072853021362069/posts/default/2344158736600871705" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://truedustlynn.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-throw-up.html" rel="alternate" title="I Want to Throw Up!" type="text/html"/><author><name>dustlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223231525551942058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="19" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/NWA1367.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>