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Reason is, we're going to Las Vegas tomorrow. Yeah!! Vegas, baby lol! Been working my tail off and I think I need to pamper myself a lil bit. It's a last minute thing actually 'cause my MIL just booked the hotel last night. And they told me about it this morning. Good thing my boss is a friend of mine. Otherwise, I won't be able to go. Well, wish me luck 'cause I will be at the blackjack table the whole freakin' day. Play 'til I drop! Hopefully i'll win some money to take on that crise for my crazy spending habit. And the cruise, it's in two months time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-703617023916797082?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored-out-of-my-wits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-377585267876985964</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T16:00:27.259-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>WB Gracey!</title><description>LOL.. I am welcoming myself back to the blogging world. It's been a while since I wrote my last entry and that was before we went on a cruise to Hawaii. Well, we have another one coming and before then, I want to start blogging again. My schedule is a little bit crazy right now but i'll find time to visit this baby every chance I get. Not only I miss blogging but i miss my blogger friends too. Alrighty, my break is almost over. Gotta get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-377585267876985964?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/wb-gracey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-5540115391764332239</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T20:21:04.665-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Foodtrip</category><title>Seaweed salad anyone?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SNRqZAeGLzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-1XjLGblQgQ/s1600-h/seaweed+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SNRqZAeGLzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-1XjLGblQgQ/s320/seaweed+salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247936443648978738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed salad anyone? I had my first taste of the salad few months back but never liked it until last Saturday. Reason is, it has an acquired taste. It's a little bit sweet and tangy. The combination doesn't appeal to me at all. As I was eating it, I accidentally put a little bit of Jalapeno peppers and that made the difference. I've been craving for the seaweed like crazy. That's the first thing that came into my mind when I wake up this morning. I can make a meal out of it. Speaking of which, it's past dinner time. I better whip up something in the kitchen before the laziness creeps in. Friday night is supposed to be a relaxing moment for me but... nah. Gotta stay up late for our scheduled movie marathon. Won't it be nice if you just sit quietly next to your honey while munching on some popcorn and your choice of drink? That's something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-5540115391764332239?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/seaweed-salad-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SNRqZAeGLzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-1XjLGblQgQ/s72-c/seaweed+salad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-4498243304446314366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T08:20:46.962-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping</category><title>no work means... shopping!</title><description>Well, well.. I guess I can't make it to work(which is fine 'cause it's my babe's birthday celeb). I am not in my element today. It feels like i'm coming down on something. Good gracious, I hope it happens now. Our cruise is in two weeks and the last thing I want is to get sick. I can't imagine being sick on my vacation. Should I blame it on my babes who pulled his little number on me the day before yesterday? We've been running like a chicken with our heads cut off since last weekend. I was unbelievably exhausted. We went to Pomona last night to meet some friends and watch a concert. Got there so late but not a big deal. We were just in time for the main act. I didn't care for the opening band really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'm not gonna be running around today. You know, just enjoy-the-morning- over-a-cup-of-coffee-while-reading-the-newspaper kinda thing. I went through my babes scheduler and true enough, he has an appointment with the dentist. It goes without saying that I should go with him. Darn it! I have everything planned already and now this! I love surprises and for his birthday, that's what his in for. Just love that look on his face when he's surprised. He's like a kid in a candy store. Golf season is over but i'm gonna get him a new pair of golf shoes. The old one that he'd been wearing  had gone to the dogs. I just wish i'll manage not to let the cat out of the bag before we even get there. We were ready for bed last night when I made a tongue-and-cheek remark about it. He thought I was pulling his legs. All I know is that it'll knock his socks off! Okay, I have to get a grip on myself before I start running off my mouth. I can hear some footsteps. It might be lexie's and his trying to catch me. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-4498243304446314366?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-work-means-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-6913527669339885904</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T19:31:41.653-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Foodtrip</category><title>TGIF!</title><description>Whew! Thank GOD it's friday. Aren't you glad that the work week is over? I am. Tomorrow's another day and we're going bowling with some friends. But before that, we're gonna go eat at my favorite Italian Resto. What a treat. You know, you gotta live once in a while. I've been behaving myself for the past couple of weeks. Meaning, no junk food for lunch and dinner. I snack on carrots and celery stickss plus a can of soda on the side. If it's not "behaving" on my part then I don't know what else to call it. My babes left me no choice but to do it. Otherwise, I can't splurge on the weekend. Gone are the days of piggin' out. Sometimes I get lucky. If I really really sweat my brains out doing the crunches then he'd let me have anything I want. It's defeating the whole purpose but what can I say? Who's gonna say no to a cold bottle of mike's hard lemonade and a couple slice of pepperoni mushroom pizza?? Not me, boy. I'd stay on that treadmill for an hour if it kills me in exchange for that. See, I am hungry right now. Gotta go grab somethin' to eat. Be right back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-6913527669339885904?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-1333037481015926289</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T19:25:43.233-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">automobile</category><title>FixAuto Day 1</title><description>Have you ever had you car fixed? Whenever I get home from somewhere, I always check my car if I or somebody else put a dent on it. I am so dependent on that baby. See, I know nothing about car repairs since it is not my domain. &lt;a href="http://www.collisionrepairexperts.com/"&gt;auto body repair&lt;/a&gt; is way beyond my alley. If I need to have my car fixed, I'll have somebody do it for me. I think I am doing a great job driving it. Still, accidents happen. Let us be reminded that there are other drivers on the road.&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/5jhdx8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-1333037481015926289?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/fixauto-day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-164565304138374382</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T22:13:24.406-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tags and awards</category><title>I love your blog award</title><description>Thanks &lt;a href="http://bestofavee.com/"&gt;Sissy&lt;/a&gt; for this award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SMC-vzSK62I/AAAAAAAAAso/y01ycE1_i1E/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SMC-vzSK62I/AAAAAAAAAso/y01ycE1_i1E/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242399694688807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are blogs that to me are worth going back to and reading the entries they write. There are just so many of them! Here are my top picks - &lt;a href="http://aveeandy.com"&gt;Avee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mamalira.blogspot.com"&gt;Lira&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pinayWAHM.blogspot.com"&gt;Juliana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mayaswindow.blogspot.com"&gt;Maya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.mynosebleed.com"&gt; Malen&lt;/a&gt; and Aimzter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-164565304138374382?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-your-blog-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SMC-vzSK62I/AAAAAAAAAso/y01ycE1_i1E/s72-c/heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-3506088156431021209</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T21:57:53.036-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Persona</category><title>a new found friend</title><description>Just wanted to make this quick post before retiring to bed. I had the best conversation with  Avee whom I fondly call my sissy &lt;a href="http://www.aveeandy.com"&gt;Avee&lt;/a&gt; few minutes ago. She's such a sweetheart. I can't help but think that we are very much alike. Well, she's prettier but I would like to think that I am, in my own way, close to that LOL. Seriously, Avee exceeded my expectations of her. Very smart and witty, a very loving wife to Andy and a doting mom to my bebe Luna biscuit, and "maldita" if I may add. She said she's maldita herself or words to that effect. In my opinion, for whatever its worth, i'd rather have someone like that than be with someone who stage an act and stab me in the back after. I am not a very trusting person but with her, I can feel that I can trust her with my deepest secrets. Few are the people whom I let in my box. And she's one of the few. Sissy, this is just the beginning of our true friendship. If you need someone to talk to, just holler and i'll be here. I enjoyed chatting with you and looking forward to our next "chikahan" session. Be safe and leave something for Lexie, if you know what I mean. The magic word is "Luna's ears"... talk soon, sissy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-3506088156431021209?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-found-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-7198426011726808537</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T14:02:43.996-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>got my card!</title><description>Yesterday afternoon, I received a mail from the immigration telling me that my petition to remove the conditions on my greencard had been approved! I almost forgot about it. Few months back they sent me a notice saying that they have decided to give me another year extension on my then two year GC. Now I got the approval notice for my 10 year GC... without an interview! I mean, that was just the greatest news ever. We can fly back home and visit my family next year. I couldn't be happier with the result. Finally, i'm all set for the next 10 years. Thank goodness I won't have to stress over some paperworks that need to be done. If truth be told, it's hard to deal with immigration people if you're trying to cover up something. When I look back, I always say to myself "we did the right thing". There's no going around the system. Anybody who thinks that will find themselves in deep crap. You don't wanna be in the position where you will have to leave the country...for good just because you did something stupid. Just a thought, no bad deeds go unpunished. I guess what i'm trying to say is anything legit is worth fighting for no matter the circumstance you are in. To those who are still waiting for their approval, you'll get there. Have a little faith...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-7198426011726808537?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-my-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-1881781001675971304</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T21:27:29.028-07:00</atom:updated><title>just visiting</title><description>Just takin' a peek before bedtime. I've been so busy with a lot of things lately that I didn't have the time to blog. I was supposed to write something on here after work but something came up. My friend's car broke down on her way home. I had to pick her up and give her a ride. By the time I get back, it was too late to do my original plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my babes and I were at the mall last weekend. Our cruise is in 5 weeks but we are far from being ready. From the clothes, to the luggages down to the smallest thing we might need. Hopefully this week we'll be able to finalize everything. Can't afford to forget our stuff or we'll pay through the nose on the ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta get some shut eye here. It's getting late for me. Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-1881781001675971304?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-visiting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-1632078078683371606</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T10:22:29.668-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tags and awards</category><title>FIRSTS and CURRENT tag</title><description>Thanks to my pretty sissy, &lt;a href="http://aveeandy.com"&gt;Avee&lt;/a&gt;, for this tag. Mishu sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First piercing - If memory serves me right, I got my first ear piercing when I was 5 y/o.&lt;br /&gt;2. First best friend - Cielo Valeza (Gosh, I miss her. If anybody knows her please let her know i've been looking for her. She's from Virac, Catanduanes. &lt;br /&gt;3. First award - Third Honorable Mention, when I was in kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;4. First crush - Ferdinand Talento, my first crush ever&lt;br /&gt;5. First pet - Naga, given to us by a family friend&lt;br /&gt;6. First big vacation - it's coming... a cruise to Hawaii for 15 days in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating - nothing. breakfast is in a half hour&lt;br /&gt;8. Drinking - a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;9. I’m about to - prepare breakfast&lt;br /&gt;10. Listening to - my babes talking&lt;br /&gt;11. Plans for today - go to church, the mall and meet with mom and dad for dinner&lt;br /&gt;12. Waiting for - my phone to ring. i'm expecting a call.&lt;br /&gt;13. Want kid/s - when the right time comes, i'll definitely want to have one.&lt;br /&gt;14. Want to get married - got married in 2006. that was unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;15. Careers in mind - i'm on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm passing this tag to Aimz, Maya, Lira, Malen and Ruthie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-1632078078683371606?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/firsts-and-current-tag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-7467791969452571157</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T10:06:25.150-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>sore from walking</title><description>Hhmmm, what a beautiful Sunday morning. My body is sore from walking yesterday. Jeff and I walked two miles! Can you believe that? For weeks he'd been bugging me to go to the gym but the ole' procrastinator me kept putting it off. I just ran out of excuses yesterday and that gave him the opportunity to carry me from the house to the car, put my seatbelt on for me and took me to the track where he walks. I had to push myself to keep up with him. Man! My darn feet was killing me! The only motivation I had was my treat after. He said I can have whatever I want so I took him up on it. In 'N out burger with grilled onions, light sauce and the freshly made french fries. Sounds like heaven, doesn't it? It was defeating the purpose but what can I say, I gotta have it. In 6 weeks we are going on a cruise to Hawaii. I have to stay fit. Othertwise, my clothes won't fit me. My babesbunny is also struggling to keep the weight off. Well, eating pizza and all the good stuff won't do him good. But we all gotta live once in a while. It's a treat! My only problem is that I want my treat every freakin' day! I wish I can stay away from eating too much junk food. That's the last thing I need. Well, I just have to exercise more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-7467791969452571157?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/sore-from-walking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-2025314371512663268</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T19:42:23.034-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>The Perfect Devonshire Getaway</title><description>Come September 1, a labor day weekend, Jeff and I are going out of town for our much awaited mini vacation. It's time to reward ourselves for working hard, don't you think? Speaking of which, I heard good things about the perfect Devonshire getaway. Paignton's long sandy beaches, colourful atmosphere, paddler-friendly waters are just perfect for a couple of beach bums like us. I looked online and found some interesting places to visit. Take for example the Whitehill Country park. If you want to be one with nature, go camping with your family or take the woodland walks. Waterside is also another option. The breath taking coastal views of Devon is worth seeing too. Next on my list is Hoburne Torbay, one of the main attraction in Goodrington, Paignton. It is English Riviera's best loved holiday parks with top quality facilities and stunning panoramic views across Torbay. I guess my top pick would be the H and H caravans. Hoburne Torbay, an award winning park right in the heart of The English Riviera, is where they held the caravan. If time permits, I would surely love to go there one day and enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.handhcaravanstorbay.co.uk/"&gt;Paignton Caravans&lt;/a&gt;. All work with no play will drive me up a wall. We all deserve to take a breath of fresh air. &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6c4xkc" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-2025314371512663268?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-devonshire-getaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-4996914655968005102</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T19:12:35.720-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>i'm a happy camper... once again</title><description>Man oh man! What the heck happened to me? It's been a week since I paid this baby a visit. I have so much on my plate right now but it's not an excuse. I should be more committed to blogging more than anything. I am liable to lose whatever PR I have left(as if there was before LOL) if I don't pay attention to what i'm doing. Anyways, things had changed dramatically at work... for the best. Had I not opened my big flapper, people will continue to walk all over me. Thanks to my Jeff who encouraged me to do what I did. That put them to their places. Now i'm a happy camper once again. I don't second guess myself in every decisions I made but lately I've been questioning every move I make. Whether it's right or wrong. You know, sometimes when people tells you that you are this and you are that, you start to believe that you are what they think you are. Thanks to my rock who supported me each and every step of the way. He made me realize how invaluable I can be if I just work to my full potential. For the past few weeks, I had a hard time adjusting to the work environment. Proving myself once again was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Being the only girl in the department, I felt like I am being discriminated against. All the criticisms from the big wigs took its toll. The pressure built up until I blew my top. I came home one day crying like a child telling Jeff that I can't take it anymore. That I wanna quit and will never work again. I am not a quitter but at that time, my whole world went crashing down. Surprised with what he saw, he consoled me and explained to me what my options are. Well, that worked out pretty good because the next day, I was ready to file a claim for racial discrimination. I cannot believe the reaction on some of the big wigs' face. They looked like they have seen a ghost. See, they think they can just push me around just because i'm new. Boy, were they wrong about that. If they pull that garbage on me again, I will take them to the labor board. No question about that. I can see road blocks ahead of me but I know i'll get through it. Gone are the days of whining. Grab the bull by the horn and never look back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-4996914655968005102?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-happy-camper-once-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-4539250745747324320</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T22:21:24.987-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>Best Diet Pills</title><description>Weekend went by so quick. Tomorrow is yet another day and we're back to the jungle again. I enjoy spending time with the family most especially on days that me and Jeff are not working. The one thing that this family loves to do is eating out, trying every restaurant there is in town. Like today, my sister in-law called us up late in the afternoon to meet with them for dinner. Boy, did I ate so much. I'm telling you, my eyes are bigger than my appetite. I ordered food which I thought was just enough for me. Was I wrong on that one. I had so much left over that Jeff had to help me eat out. See, I always do this to my husband. No wonder he gained so much weight after months of being married to me. We tried almost everything to make him shed some pounds. Cutting back on his food, playing basketball, jogging - you name it. At one point he seriously considered going under the knife but I talk him out of it. I heard horror stories from people who went through the operation but did not get their money's worth. They don't even have anything to show for it! It's costly and painful besides. As for me, there is no guarantees that it will work for Jeff. &lt;a href="http://www.pricesexposed.net/"&gt;Best Diet Pills&lt;/a&gt; are so hard to find but we are willing to go an extra mile to find the best for him. Of course, his health comes first. It has to be taken into primary consideration. If truth be told, I am not crazy about the idea but what options do we have left? The only consolation I get from all this is that some friends swear by it. He still needs to exercise and watch what he eats but the pill would surely get him to where he wants to be. Down the road we will look back and say " it was all worth it ". In my opinion, for whatever it's worth, in order to stay healthy, you gotta move more and eat less. What do you think about that? &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6c6482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-4539250745747324320?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-diet-pills.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-3367654827388749819</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T10:07:21.349-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pets</category><title>smart pooch</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJ8eLcLsBDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kbcuXmcL-h4/s1600-h/seafood+city+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934473920414770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJ8eLcLsBDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kbcuXmcL-h4/s320/seafood+city+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the need to post my pooch's picture before Luna baby forget how Lexie looks nowadays. This was taken yesterday while we were working out in the yard. It was so freakin' hot but my pooch managed to pick the right place. Where else but underneath the sycamore tree while me and his dada were sweating like a pig. Lexie loves to be with us. He's such a loving dog. My only gripe about him being outside is that he can't behave himself. One time he almost got run over by a bicycle because he was chasing kids down the street. Not to hurt them but to play with them. You know how people are. They can be mean. But how can I say no to a very affectionate puppy who showers me with kisses everytime he wants something? I just love him. He's my kid. All four of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-3367654827388749819?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/smart-pooch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJ8eLcLsBDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kbcuXmcL-h4/s72-c/seafood+city+029.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-4421157003021077391</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T09:54:29.046-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family life</category><title>major purchase</title><description>Yippee! We finally made an offer to the house that we're planning to buy in the Philippines. For the longest time my family lived in an apartment when they moved to Manila. My poor mom, whenever I ask her what she wants for a gift on special occasions like her birthday she would tell me a house will do. Now that I am earning my own keep, the first thing I am going to do is make my mom's dream a reality. I have to work my tail off but nothing can top the happiness I feel knowing that my family are going to be okay. My babes will cover most of the expenses and the rest will come from my income. The down payment is a huge chunk of money but it's worth it. I was talking to my dad yesterday and I can tell how excited they are. Most especially my mom, she's so delirious or words to that effect. She wants everything brand new! Do I need to give her a blank check? She would cry buckets if I don't give in to her requests. My mom, she's a spoiled little lady. Well, I gotta go make some bucks before I go broke. I have a major purchase to pay off. Enjoy the weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-4421157003021077391?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/major-purchase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-5800555080640162591</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T09:30:37.058-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>Journeylite</title><description>It seems like losing weight does not come easy to anyone. Diets don't work. I know of some people who tried diet pills but never shed a pound and the food was horrible besides. They are seriously considering going under the knife but are scared of it. I don't blame them at all, their concerns are valid. I would be scared stiff if I had to do it. &lt;a href="http://www.journeylite.com/"&gt;lap band surgery&lt;/a&gt; is the one thing that they talk about all the time. In that case, I would suggest JourneyLiteSM surgical center where their safety comes first. Some people swears by it. &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/642taj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-5800555080640162591?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/journeylite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-5816432454366145812</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T21:58:00.161-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>my first fish for the day</title><description>Caught my first fish today! For the longest time i've been trying' to chase opps but wasn't lucky enough to catch one. So I thought why not give it one more try before hitting the sack. I'm glad I did. Got lucky this time. I'm gonna go out there again and try my luck. It's almost 10 pm but it's alright. If I don't catch anything it's alright. it's no skin off my nose. talk soon peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-5816432454366145812?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-fish-for-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-5580241430497980155</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T21:43:48.619-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><title>ClosetMix.com now has shoes!</title><description>Tomorrow is payday and could only mean one thing - shopping! I've said many times before how shopping becomes very therapeutic for me. When we go out to shop, I am always in search for a new shoes. Ladies, you gotta admit, you can't have enough of them. Myself included. Sometimes it gets boring when you wear the same kind of outfit every single time. Now that's when the shoes comes handy. You can mix and match. Just take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe name="ClosetMix" src="http://www.closetmix.com/index.php?_act=manageMix&amp;amp;DO=getOutfitFrame&amp;amp;TopID=t1111112023&amp;amp;BottomID=b1111112154&amp;amp;FootwearID=f1111111456" width="385" height="650"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.closetmix.com/"&gt;http://www.closetmix.com/&lt;/a&gt;, look up some clothes with matching shoes, of course and that's how it looks. I don't know about other people but I like trying on different footwear. Mixing and matching them will give you a different look on different occasions. For the longest time i've been into wearing a tank top, a nice pair of jeans and a cowboy boots whenever we go out with friends. I got tired of it so I decided to explore a different avenue outfit wise. Won't it be nice if you can wear a mini skirt and nice stiletto to a concert? Sundress and flip flops to a picnic or even to the beach? I know you should wear a bathing suit to the beach but, whatever floats your boat, right? Me? As long as I am comfortable and I like what's on my back, it's good. Closetmix.com offers a wide array of clothing line and footwear. Everybody will find something they might like. Go take a peek and see what I am talking about. &lt;a href="http://www.closetmix.com/"&gt;Try it out - mix shoes and clothes together on ClosetMix.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6dqrwu" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2er3eu" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-5580241430497980155?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/closetmixcom-now-has-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-4988889274873079208</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T21:38:29.288-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>goodnight!</title><description>I am pooped. That's all I can say. Me and a couple of friends went out to dinner after work. As if that wasn't enough so we went to the mall to look for gifts for the baby. A friend of mine will have her baby's birthday celebration on the 16nth. Saturday is the only day, well, other than Sunday of course, where me and my babes do our own thing. Since the celebration falls on a Saturday, I don't see me attending the occasion. To make up for my absence, I decided to buy the little girl a small "token" that she can't resist. You know how kids are. It's so easy to put a smile on their faces. Besides, my presence won't matter to the birthday girl anyway. She's only two years old. How the heck would she know who came to the party? It's the mom that I am trying to contend with. Hay, one more day and i'm off again. Sleeping in on the weekend will do me good. I need to recuperate. Gone are the days where I can do my thing at my own pace. Good thing my babes is not home all the time. Otherwise, i'm gonna wear myself out. Time for me to hit the sack! Goodnight y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-4988889274873079208?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodnight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-6900879366137719900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T13:06:04.410-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>takin' a peep</title><description>Finally, got connected to the internet after struggling for a few minutes. We're at my dentist today for my cleaning. I'm tellin yeah, eating doesn't come easy after working on your teeth. It takes forever to look at the darn thing. Anyways, i always get a kick out of him. He's such a nice guy. Alrighty! gotta go eat lunch! Talk soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-6900879366137719900?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/takin-peep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-1966100189720023674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T08:41:45.665-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>too early?</title><description>Woke up early this morning in hopes of bagging opps before doing my usual Sunday routine. I thought starting the day early will do me good but I don't see it happening. Still sitting here waiting. Am I too early? If I am, then it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-1966100189720023674?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-early.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-5467423475193034027</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-13T23:50:19.590-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tags and awards</category><title>Kadamo Award</title><description>Thanks to my fwend &lt;a href="http://idealpinkrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idealpinkrose&lt;/a&gt; for this award. That's so sweet of you, sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJXOuAi54FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S3U8iqoE1mA/s1600-h/award_kadamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJXOuAi54FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S3U8iqoE1mA/s320/award_kadamo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230313832076402770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now passing this onto my "kadamo" buddies: Avee, Aimz, Malen, Maya and PinayWAHM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-5467423475193034027?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/kadama-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6bu21g0RLs/SJXOuAi54FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S3U8iqoE1mA/s72-c/award_kadamo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680003954715297550.post-2794867371804515078</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T00:32:44.023-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everyday ramblings</category><title>night owl</title><description>Good morning peeps! Yeah, it's 12:15 am already but yours truly is still blog hopping. You know why, dontcha? It's the only time that I can visit my blogger friends. When me and my babes are both home, we clean our organized mess and run some errands. Be it as it may, I still wanna have time to do my rounds as often as possible. Pardon me fwends for not doing my share of blog hopping lately as i've been swamped with deadlines to meet at work. I just have so much on my plate right now. I am not complaining though as it comes with the territory. It's just that I miss the old times - waking and staying up late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work had been tough on me lately. It's toxic, man! But I will deal with it the way I see fit. Pressure is coming from different angles. And to tell you the truth, it's driving me crazy. I'm glad my sanity is still intact. I always look forward to spending the weekend with my favorite person in the world, my babes. No matter how exhausted I am when I get home, when I see him waiting for me by the door with our babies I just melt. One time he picked me up at work with Lexie sitting in the back. I was overwhelmed with his gesture. The moment I get in the car, my grown up puppy started giving me kisses. That was just the sweetest thing in the world. I won't trade them for anything. Not even a gazillion bucks. This is life... so wonderful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680003954715297550-2794867371804515078?l=graceysjournal.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://graceysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-owl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Goosey Little Wife)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>
