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Scaredy Cat when it comes my imaginations of someone trying to break into my home.&amp;#160; If I try to go to sleep without the TV on, I hear all kinds of noises that sound like murderers, robbers, and thugs.&amp;#160; I go to the bathroom window and check to see if anyone is in our driveway a couple times a night.&amp;#160; My husband, on the other hand, is not scared to go to sleep at night.&amp;#160; The noises never bother him unless I wake him up because I heard a noise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~~Flashback time~~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few months before I moved into the house, someone came by and kicked in the front door.&amp;#160; My husband had a security system but it was not linked to the police.&amp;#160; As soon as these punks heard the alarm they left.&amp;#160; So I figure they were school kids or stupid construction workers.&amp;#160; These people have never been caught to our knowledge.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So my husband installed security cameras, and linked the alarm to the police.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~~Flashback over~~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So basically we live at Fort Knox, and since I have lived there we have not had any problems. until last week.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last Saturday night, my hubby and I were going to bed around 10:00.&amp;#160; We are both awake watching college football.&amp;#160; All our lights are out except for the TV.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My hubby hears a noise(which I don't hear surprisingly), and goes to the bathroom to look out the window.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He says that there is a car in our driveway.&amp;#160; I start to freak out, because we don't get visitors especially at 10:00 at night.&amp;#160; My husband grabs the gun and I watch from the front window.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All the sudden from the window I see this guy walking(YES, walking) back to his car.&amp;#160; I see my husband running out the front door yelling at the punk to get @#&amp;amp;!@ out of the yard.&amp;#160; My husband fires a warning shot.&amp;#160; The guy jumps in his car, while my husband is firing another warning shot.&amp;#160; The car reverses all the way out of our driveway and down the street so we don't see his license number.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I am pretty sure that punk peed his pants. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I am freaking out, and I can't go outside because I have my on my nightgown.&amp;#160; I don't know what to do whether I should call the cops.&amp;#160; My husband finally comes back in, and he is pretty shaken up.&amp;#160; He has never had to fire the gun in that circumstances.&amp;#160; We go down to look at the security tape, and see this punk going through my husbands truck looking for something to steal.&amp;#160; The punk tries my car but its locked.&amp;#160; Its too dark to see anything on the camera other than the punk going through the truck.&amp;#160; We don't think he found anything to steal in the truck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But&amp;#160; we were pretty shaken up that night, so we went to sleep at his mothers, plus I was worried that guy would come back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since that day my husband is the one hearing the noises and getting freaked out. I am now sleeping like a baby, because I saw how my husband protected this house.&amp;#160; I know that no one is getting into our house without a fight.&amp;#160; He is my knight in shining armor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is this? House week? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237810071372780034-6768092569537458575?l=citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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  &lt;p&gt;I know I have been absent lately. again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went to a Second Chance prom sponsored by a local radio station.&amp;#160; We had the best time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See Examples: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsyivlPzHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TfQZ-1916Ds/s1600-h/IMG_1221%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1221" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1221" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Spsyi6F-8BI/AAAAAAAAAS4/o0Je09UENGA/IMG_1221_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsyjagS6qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VsZIKOD838o/s1600-h/IMG_1218%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1218" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1218" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsyjmkxCZI/AAAAAAAAATA/wnDKhuHKXMU/IMG_1218_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsykSGWB6I/AAAAAAAAATE/wQBYzwqVPoY/s1600-h/IMG_1250%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1250" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1250" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Spsykohl9sI/AAAAAAAAATI/nV7_f0zWwbI/IMG_1250_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsylSp_nII/AAAAAAAAATM/t03ZDYZ0e4E/s1600-h/IMG_1253%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1253" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1253" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsyliE_aSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Xm3HKWPHvaU/IMG_1253_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SpsymIuVinI/AAAAAAAAATU/vVj1I7jJDAE/s1600-h/6769_122315458921_569453921_2523605_1291540_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="6769_122315458921_569453921_2523605_1291540_n" style="border-right: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also am getting my wisdom teeth out.&amp;#160; I don’t want to, but I have been having persistent headaches due to my teeth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, that is Salt and Pepa and we Pushed it. Pushed it good! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237810071372780034-8352683950784133791?l=citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I am giving you the reader's digest of this summer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wedding Woes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Remember back in &lt;a href="http://citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/bridesmaid-dress-bracket.html"&gt;March&lt;/a&gt; when I did the bridesmaid dress bracket.&amp;#160; You guys did such a good job at picking out a dress, that I did NOT even go with any of your suggestions.&amp;#160; Funny, huh?&amp;#160; Well I guess I should have because after I bought my dress, the wedding got cancelled.&amp;#160; Anyone want a Latte size 10 bridesmaid dress? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;So the wedding got cancelled because the groom stopped talking to the bride.&amp;#160; He went on a cruise, and when he came back he never talked to her again.&amp;#160; They had been arguing but nothing huge.&amp;#160; She has not heard a word since June from him.&amp;#160; He is best friends with my husband, so that means I still have to see him. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The good thing out of this is that now the bride and I are way better friends than before the wedding got cancelled. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Another side note; they dated for FIVE years!!! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wedding and Casinos:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My husband was a groomsman for another wedding this summer along with the above guy.&amp;#160; I had to spend the weekend with the no call groom. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fun times! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SoCaLtJhLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/-6aMS_4p_X4/s1600-h/IMG_1092%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1092" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1092" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SoCaLwea0ZI/AAAAAAAAASo/QDidBBusOD8/IMG_1092_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hubby and I decided to go to Cherokee for a little vacation.&amp;#160; We had a free room at Harrah's since my husband has a gambling problem.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;It was seriously the nicest room that I have ever stayed in.&amp;#160; When we came back to our room to go to bed, they had white robes and cookies laid out for us! &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;We also brought back triple the money that we took to the casino!!! Yay! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My niece's 1st Birthday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My sweet niece is turning 1 on Thursday, so we had her party here for her.&amp;#160; She is the sweetest child.&amp;#160; There was not a single meltdown. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;She has been walking for a month and a half already. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SoCaMZoR3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/LOX_bATkxqE/s1600-h/IMG_1143%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1143" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="284" alt="IMG_1143" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/SoCaMsuagSI/AAAAAAAAASw/Sp_tLNOMCfo/IMG_1143_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;But she will not feed herself.&amp;#160; Its really cute that she will go to anybody who is eating and we just feed her.&amp;#160; She is like a cute little dog! &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2nd Chance Prom:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The local radio station has an annual 2nd chance prom that they put on for the local community.&amp;#160; This event is in 2 weeks!&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;We were going to go with the couple that cancelled their wedding, but now only the girl is coming.&amp;#160; She invited a friend.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The music group that they hired for the prom is...wait for it...... &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Salt and Pepa!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(I couldn’t find a picture, so imagine it) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I am so excited!!!!!!!!!!&amp;#160; It brings me back all the way to middle school with songs like Shoop, Push it, and What a man!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Plus, I have always wanted to go to the prom with my husband! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other than that we got nothing else!&amp;#160; I will make sure to put some pics up from our 2nd chance prom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237810071372780034-6289079274458332991?l=citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;p&gt;This was the month of the vacation that I have not had since last September.&amp;#160; I had 10 glorious days off, and I enjoyed every stinking minute of it.&amp;#160; My vacation was wonderfully divided into 3 parts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part 1:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went to the mountains with my family on my mom's side.&amp;#160; I love this side of the family, and do not let any tell you that there is not an A family (my mom's) and a B side(my dads).&amp;#160; Because there is!&amp;#160; So I got to hang out with my cousins, friends, and family for 48 hours.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We did this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Sl0h4x7YU3I/AAAAAAAAASM/KfVxYX7jnVk/s1600-h/rafting%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="rafting" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="247" alt="rafting" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Sl0h5SfULbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/L14nwdCoTzg/rafting_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun?&amp;#160; I am the one in the back looking directly at the camera.&amp;#160; I could have done without the helmet, because it makes my head look huge!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was fun except my uncle kept trying to push us out of the boat when we were going over a rapid!!&amp;#160; A class 4 rapid!!&amp;#160; If you don't know how rapids work, then let me tell you that 5 is the highest it can go!!!!&amp;#160; We were on a 4!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was scared and may have peed a little. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part 2:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After I was home for 1.2 seconds, my friend Angela and I went to the beach.&amp;#160; We had 3 days in the nicest hotel that we could afford, and had a couples massage.&amp;#160; Now before you throw out the lesbian comments, she is my best friend.&amp;#160; I have seen her naked before, as she me.&amp;#160; But the massage was out of this world.&amp;#160; I normally don't care for massages, but I have definitely changed my mind.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We layed out all those three days, and seriously it could not have been any hotter.&amp;#160; It was so hot we would come back to the room take a 2 hour nap, and then still go to bed at 11:00 pm.&amp;#160; We were lame but it was our vacation, and we could do what we wanted!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Sl0h5xOrpLI/AAAAAAAAASU/VnGMIQEE-SA/s1600-h/beachgirls%5B24%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="beachgirls" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="388" alt="beachgirls" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_v6lyBH_yJLA/Sl0h6Jr7WNI/AAAAAAAAASY/jzoIIjEXKHQ/beachgirls_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part 3:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I came home and did nothing.&amp;#160; It was wonderful and boring all at the same time.&amp;#160; I got caught up on General Hospital, and still watching on Soapnet when I get home.&amp;#160; We celebrated 4th of July with friends and family, and watched awesome fireworks.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My birthday landed on the last day of my vacation.&amp;#160; My husband gave me wonderful gifts, such as Krispy Kreme doughnuts, going to mall with me while I browse and not buy nothing, and taking me to Moe's for a Joey Jr.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was wonderful.&amp;#160; I hated to go back to work.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237810071372780034-7276767845530142955?l=citygirlcountryboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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