<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:29:49.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And What Next...</title><subtitle type='html'>I have recently come to a sudden intuitive realization of how entertaining life can be.  I do not mean parties, vacations and other sporadic attempts at delectation.  I mean everyday common events that happen throughout our days that offer us immeasurable amounts of amusement and wonder.  So I have decided to record these things as I run into them - mainly for my own personal indulgence, but also for anyone else that can share in my newfound appreciation for life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111720549432644612</id><published>2005-05-27T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:51:34.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaahhhhhh!!!</title><summary type='text'>Jeez Louise!!  Can't a baby go full term around here.
The new site is up.  She ain't pretty. I think the term spartan would probably be suitable but she's all mine and with some help I intend to fix er' up.
Thanks sissy for the push. Ha! Get it? Push...baby I kill me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111720549432644612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111720549432644612&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111720549432644612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111720549432644612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/waaaahhhhhh.html' title='Waaaahhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111715126876634463</id><published>2005-05-26T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T08:37:59.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got meme'd and it stung a little</title><summary type='text'>Bou tagged me for the Movie Meme and I'm not sure if I'm honored or perturbed. Since I'm the new kid in class and a certain amount of hazing is to be expected, I'll go with honored. Thankey Mrs. Bou!!
Here we go folks.

1. Number of DVD's that I own:
I currently have 78 DVD's in my library. This however is a new thing. I've only recently begun to collect CD's, having decided that it's cheaper to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111715126876634463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111715126876634463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111715126876634463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111715126876634463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-got-memed-and-it-stung-little.html' title='I got meme&apos;d and it stung a little'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111712809832806751</id><published>2005-05-26T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:33:25.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One last blast before I split</title><summary type='text'>You’re going to have to stay with me on this one. The route is circuitous but we’ll get there, I promise.
I hate to shop for clothes. There are many other things that I don’t mind shopping for such as groceries, alcohol, cars, music, ammunition et al. You get the picture.

Shopping for clothes however, is one of those things that I will put off until the bitter end. And I mean the B-I-T-T-E-R end</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111712809832806751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111712809832806751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111712809832806751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111712809832806751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-last-blast-before-i-split.html' title='One last blast before I split'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111704018419720494</id><published>2005-05-25T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:38:10.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's kicking me out</title><summary type='text'>Sissy gave me a ring last night for a little chat and it felt like we were breaking up. Or better yet, it felt like the conversation a parent would have with their 30 yr old who's still living at home. O.K. , it wasn't that bad but I get the hint. I'm off into the wild. Sissy's even going to chip in for my security deposit.

That said, I'm still going to post here for a couple of days.

Richard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111704018419720494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111704018419720494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111704018419720494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111704018419720494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/moms-kicking-me-out.html' title='Mom&apos;s kicking me out'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111696586652806890</id><published>2005-05-24T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:55:58.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><summary type='text'>I enjoyed Bou's post about Disney World. Man, I really enjoyed that place. I might have enjoyed Epcot more than the Magic Kingdom. OK who am I kidding, Epcot serves beer. You know I loved that place.
Anyway, for those of us challenged by geography or fiscal liquidity try this site. It's a virtual Disney beta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111696586652806890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111696586652806890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111696586652806890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111696586652806890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111696477453002423</id><published>2005-05-24T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:05:53.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know why I was thinking of this....</title><summary type='text'>The first time I saw Pat Tillman was on ESPN. The show was highlighting College Football Super Studs. Pat was a Junior I think, but what I remember thinking was that this guy didn’t fit the mold. With his long hair and flips flops he appeared more surfer than samurai middle linebacker.

Flash forward a few years and Pat was drafted to play in the NFL for the Arizona Cardinals. Again, I remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111696477453002423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111696477453002423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111696477453002423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111696477453002423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-know-why-i-was-thinking-of-this.html' title='Don&apos;t know why I was thinking of this....'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111689108637143655</id><published>2005-05-23T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:31:26.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still working out stuff</title><summary type='text'>Thanks Dave for the tips.  I still had to have Napster do a little on site demonstration but I think I'm starting to get the hang of things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111689108637143655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111689108637143655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111689108637143655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111689108637143655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-working-out-stuff.html' title='Still working out stuff'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111687665844469529</id><published>2005-05-23T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:30:58.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy flew the coop</title><summary type='text'>Way to go Sissy on your new site.  It looks great!!

So, I’m left all alone with no parental guidance.  MUAHAHAHAHA!!!  Somebody cue the music and tap that keg!!  
I’m kidding of course but that reminds me……. When I was younger (teens) and my parents would go out of town sans the kids, they would ship my little bro and me’ off to the grandparents.  Then, my father would chain up all the entrances</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111687665844469529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111687665844469529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111687665844469529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111687665844469529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/sissy-flew-coop.html' title='Sissy flew the coop'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111680438651770624</id><published>2005-05-22T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:26:26.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No cool tag line</title><summary type='text'>Dave over at Third World County has a link to an article by Bill Whittle that kicks ass.  I haven't figured out how to do the linky thing yet(Sissy's gonna give me a crash course) but you really should crusie over to his site and check it out.

The "Land That Time Forgot" TX has 351 churches in the Yellow Pages.  I counted.  With a population of around 200K that means there's a church for every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111680438651770624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111680438651770624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111680438651770624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111680438651770624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-cool-tag-line.html' title='No cool tag line'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111675958150513504</id><published>2005-05-22T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T07:00:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved</title><summary type='text'>I have not been to bed yet...but I got my Munu site done! Yippee!! :-)

So come on over, take a gander, update your blogrolls, check out the Word of the Week, and come drool over some of the great work My Blog Heroes have done! 

And What Next...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111675958150513504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111675958150513504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111675958150513504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111675958150513504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111611681687972354</id><published>2005-05-21T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:57:05.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Week #4</title><summary type='text'>(Instructions)


trammel \TRAM-ul\ noun

1 : a net for catching birds or fish
*2 : something impeding activity, progress, or freedom : restraints usually used in plural

Example sentence:
"I cast the miserable trammels of worldly discretion to the winds, and spoke with the fervour that filled me...." (Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone)




Thank you Merriam-Webster Online

(This post will also stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111611681687972354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111611681687972354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611681687972354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611681687972354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/word-of-week-4.html' title='Word of the Week #4'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111669019572644749</id><published>2005-05-21T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:43:15.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I go back</title><summary type='text'>Harvey got me thinking when he stated that a particular band (Autograph)I was enjoying was “form without substance, body without soul”. You know what? He was right.

But wasn’t that basically the 80’s in a nutshell? I wasn’t out trying to save the world or reach an enlightened state of mind. I just wanted to be with friends, hang out on the beach, chase girls, keep my car running, chase girls, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111669019572644749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111669019572644749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111669019572644749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111669019572644749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-go-back.html' title='I go back'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111663020946857694</id><published>2005-05-21T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:32:18.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy in a Dress</title><summary type='text'>At Grandma's house. Notice I was trying to escape!


One of the few times I've ever worn a dress! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111663020946857694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111663020946857694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663020946857694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663020946857694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/sissy-in-dress.html' title='Sissy in a Dress'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111668702587724759</id><published>2005-05-21T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T10:50:25.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Go?</title><summary type='text'>Tammi's back and is back to asking her Saturday Question of Day.

Today's question:

OK - Here goes: Tell me about your Happy Place. Not a physical location you run to....that place in your mind where you go to escape when everything is out of control. That memory or thought that "settles" you. Gives you the space you need to take a deep breath and go on.

I just went here last night.  My Happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111668702587724759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111668702587724759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111668702587724759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111668702587724759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-do-you-go.html' title='Where Do You Go?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111663668694017824</id><published>2005-05-20T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:51:26.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Weekend</title><summary type='text'>So good ole Spurs calls me tonight and we're discussing blog stuff. Then he asks what my plans are for the weekend.

Plans for the weekend? I'm supposed to have plans. Well, I am 23, I guess that would be the normal thing.

His response? "You're a single, eligible, female...you need to be out!"

Well, I've struggled with this for a while. It's a Catch 22! You have to know people to go out with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111663668694017824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111663668694017824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663668694017824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663668694017824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/silent-weekend.html' title='A Silent Weekend'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111663333928531789</id><published>2005-05-20T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:55:39.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling My Soul</title><summary type='text'>I've been selling my soul and whoring myself for help. I even heard there was a little competition looking for help on another corner.

I've got the format that I want, and the background. I'm using a practice banner (won't be using the real banner until unveiling) to hold it's spot. I've got Comment Pop Ups and roll down, Trackbacks are popping up and listing on the post, the Remember Me is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111663333928531789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111663333928531789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663333928531789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663333928531789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/selling-my-soul.html' title='Selling My Soul'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111663075532404477</id><published>2005-05-20T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:12:35.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just getting the feel of things</title><summary type='text'>Whew! What a week.  I've felt like the White Rabbit all week.
But now, it's Miller Time.......

I'm sitting here listening to some music trying to get the hang of this site.  Does anyone remember the band Autograph?  Yeah!!  I must admit, that I had Napster post my other 2 entries.  Not that I couldn't do it, it's just that she's Neo of our little syndicate.  I open the doors, kill bugs, lift </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111663075532404477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111663075532404477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663075532404477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111663075532404477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-getting-feel-of-things.html' title='Just getting the feel of things'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111661800682381180</id><published>2005-05-20T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:40:06.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Those Girly Push-ups!</title><summary type='text'>My insides are on fire!!

For some freakish reason, I decided to go turbo-cruncher today.  100 normal crunches, 50 with my torso turned to the left, 50 with my torso turned to my right...and then the kicker, 50 with my legs up in the air feeling like someone just stuck a match in my belly button!  (sorry guys, no pictures!)

This was after my 30 minutes at Curves.  After fighting through pouring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111661800682381180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111661800682381180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111661800682381180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111661800682381180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-those-girly-push-ups.html' title='Not Those Girly Push-ups!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111656751455355942</id><published>2005-05-20T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:38:34.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><summary type='text'>Testing some stuff over on Munu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111656751455355942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111656751455355942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111656751455355942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111656751455355942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111655694671016744</id><published>2005-05-19T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:42:26.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Wind</title><summary type='text'>I fell off the horse this week!  I've been going at full speed for about 6 weeks now, working out, eating right, being healthy in general.

This week I fell hard.  I did the very minimum this week at Curves, only doing 30 minutes on Sunday and Monday.  I used my exhaustion as an excuse not to go, although it's not like I caught up on any sleep while NOT being at the gym.

And oh, what I've eaten.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111655694671016744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111655694671016744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111655694671016744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111655694671016744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-second-wind.html' title='My Second Wind'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111650214135552889</id><published>2005-05-19T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T07:29:01.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Pregnant</title><summary type='text'>This lack of sleep I've been having, the nausea, the odd cravings, the back ache, my pants fitting tighter...I think I'm pregnant!

Check out the comments from this post, I think people have began to spread on my possibly "expecting".  May have even seen some pictures in the tabloids.

Now, if I am pregnant, I need to think about some serious issues:  names, schools, types of diapers, to spank or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111650214135552889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111650214135552889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111650214135552889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111650214135552889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-im-pregnant.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Pregnant'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111647196210938179</id><published>2005-05-18T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T23:07:05.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In The Air</title><summary type='text'>It must be in the air!  Even Kiki is dreaming!

She's laying next to me, snuggled into my leg, and all I keep hearing are little yelps and her body twitching.  Every once in a while, her little legs will get to moving like she's starting to run, then she'll relax for a moment.

She's so cute when she's sleeping!


I woke her up My cutie pie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111647196210938179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111647196210938179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111647196210938179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111647196210938179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-in-air.html' title='It&apos;s In The Air'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111646868605411639</id><published>2005-05-18T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:31:05.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That So Much To Ask?</title><summary type='text'>I just don't get it!  I've been blogging about my issues getting enough sleep or quality sleep.  We're talking for almost a week now!

Today, while training, I was dead!  I was yawning the whole time (trying to cover it up by writing on the flipchart or being behind the room).  I could not wait until I could go home and pass out!  I kept thinking, as soon as I got home, I would just go straight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111646868605411639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111646868605411639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111646868605411639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111646868605411639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-that-so-much-to-ask.html' title='Is That So Much To Ask?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111646650379994079</id><published>2005-05-18T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:35:03.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Again!</title><summary type='text'>Guess what!?!

I'm packing!  Yes, I'm packing.  I just did this 7 months ago, then 3 months before that, then 14 months before that!  Do I have enough crap???

So where am I moving to?  I've talked about Missouri, New Mexico, Texas, Oregon, and Washington.  Take a wild guess.  Probably the worst place you can imagine, right??

But this place, this place I think I'll actually like!  Little higher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111646650379994079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111646650379994079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111646650379994079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111646650379994079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-again.html' title='Moving Again!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111645337128471360</id><published>2005-05-18T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:56:11.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...Let's Start At The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>First, I would like to say Thank You for all of your positive comments.  It felt surprisingly good and was quite unexpected.

Next I want to apologize for the font size.  I’m afraid old habits die-hard.  In my previous life as a Financial Analyst, I would often times be called upon by “Senior Management” (those are sarcastic “”’s) to put together large quantities of data. This would happen most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111645337128471360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111645337128471360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111645337128471360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111645337128471360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-youlets-start-at-beginning.html' title='Thank You...Let&apos;s Start At The Beginning'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111636786859955635</id><published>2005-05-17T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:11:08.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me.....Is This Thing On???</title><summary type='text'>I must admit that this is a little intimidating.  I've often thought about blogging and what I may or may not write about. But I never seriously contemplated actually doing it.  I mean seriously, writing was never what I would have called a "forte" during my academic career and this is writing to the power of x.

So here I am, after a little subtle coercion from Sissy and Lupus (Napster) typing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111636786859955635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111636786859955635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111636786859955635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111636786859955635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/excuse-meis-this-thing-on.html' title='Excuse Me.....Is This Thing On???'/><author><name>Spurs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06956508222501684476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111637366194861617</id><published>2005-05-17T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:50:12.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Schedule</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I lived by Morrigan's philosophy, "You'll have time to sleep when you die".  I got up at 5:45 am to go workout, attended training from 8:00 am - 5:30 pm, would stay and have dinner with some of the managers and then spend time with some of my friends that were also attending training from out of town.  I'd stay out until about 12 or so, go home, and repeat.  So, by Friday, I was ready </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111637366194861617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111637366194861617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111637366194861617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111637366194861617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-on-schedule.html' title='Back on Schedule'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111621531371368307</id><published>2005-05-17T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T07:27:57.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Ago...</title><summary type='text'>Exactly 3 months ago, to the minute, I started And What Next...

Why??

Morrigan talked about the stuff her sister Boudicca blogged about and constantly had me in stitches.

She finally gave me the address to her sister's blog and I loved it! I went through her archives...just couldn't get enough. It was addicting! And she was expressing a lot of the thoughts I had (minus the kids and husband :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111621531371368307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111621531371368307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111621531371368307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111621531371368307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-months-ago.html' title='Three Months Ago...'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111627469987950197</id><published>2005-05-16T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:18:19.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, If Dreams Were Reality!</title><summary type='text'>My stepmom and I have been talking on the phone about getting in shape, losing weight, Weight Watchers, Curves, etc.  

She calls me today and tells me she had a dream about me last night.  She says that she dreamt I walked through the door of their house and was wearing a crop top, short shorts, was about 110 pounds and you could see my ribs! HAHAHAHAHA

She asked what's my secret.  

Well, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111627469987950197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111627469987950197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111627469987950197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111627469987950197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-if-dreams-were-reality.html' title='Oh, If Dreams Were Reality!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111621312073187792</id><published>2005-05-16T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:10:03.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Analysis</title><summary type='text'>That Dream has really been bothering me.  I really want to know what it meant, if anything.  I think what bugs me is how detailed it was, how many details there were, and how much I remembered.

I submitted the dream to a dream analysis site.  Although, they do not choose to analyze all the dreams submitted.  So my chances of getting an answer are slim.

So, I looked up a dream dictionary and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111621312073187792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111621312073187792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111621312073187792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111621312073187792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/dream-analysis.html' title='Dream Analysis'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111624504924209266</id><published>2005-05-16T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T08:04:09.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Possible New Blogger</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I need a little help here from the cheering section.

Cowboy has mentioned to me on several occasions how he has considered starting a blog.  Then he brings up every excuse there is not to....you've all heard it all before.

I offered him the opportunity to guest blog at And What Next... to see if he liked it first, get a little readership, and then consider starting his own (knowing he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111624504924209266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111624504924209266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111624504924209266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111624504924209266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/possible-new-blogger.html' title='A Possible New Blogger'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111620761413205856</id><published>2005-05-15T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:40:14.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit Horror Stories</title><summary type='text'>Poor Blog Bruncle Contagion had to spend his Saturday at home due to his vomity family.  Then Blog Mom Bou mentions in the comments that she's okay with vomiting, as long as it's not in the mouth.

Oh memories!

Now, let me preface this with...I.DO.NO.THROW.UP!!  I will lay there miserable, curled up in a ball until the misery goes away.  But I will not throw it up.  I can't make myself do it nor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111620761413205856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111620761413205856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111620761413205856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111620761413205856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/vomit-horror-stories.html' title='Vomit Horror Stories'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111619962130399718</id><published>2005-05-15T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:27:01.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Things I Do Because I'm Scared of Bugs</title><summary type='text'>A spider or palmetto bug runs across the carpet?  They don't die by the poison of the spray....they die by drowning or suffocating in it.  I use about half a can per bug.

How I clean it up?  I scoop it with paper or the dust pan.  I can't pick it up with toilet paper or paper towels!  EH!!  And then I wear shoes for the rest of the evening.

A moth was right next to my door knob as I came home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111619962130399718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111619962130399718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111619962130399718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111619962130399718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/stupid-things-i-do-because-im-scared.html' title='The Stupid Things I Do Because I&apos;m Scared of Bugs'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111611661924668979</id><published>2005-05-15T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:56:57.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linky Lovin' III</title><summary type='text'>Troglodyte was the Word of the Week for Week #3.

That 1 Guy of Drunken Wisdom uses this week's word when expressing his anger toward his blogfather Grau, calling him a troglodyte bastard and that he better be paying Blog mom dad Parent, Harvey,  child support.

Blog Mom Bou was worried at first that she couldn't use this week's word. She thought it was some Star Trek word. Well, she's a trooper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111611661924668979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111611661924668979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611661924668979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611661924668979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/linky-lovin-iii.html' title='Linky Lovin&apos; III'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111608203238354288</id><published>2005-05-14T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T00:19:30.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Sleep</title><summary type='text'>This past week, the most sleep I got in one night was 6 hours, even though I averaged 4-5. I'm an 8 hours of sleep kind of girl! So needless to say, I looked forward to my rejuvenate sleep last night. No alarm clock, no appointments, no phone calls, nada!

The good news...I did sleep from midnight until 10am, only waking up once to Full House on Nick at Nite, dying of thirst.

Now for what made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111608203238354288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111608203238354288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111608203238354288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111608203238354288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepless-sleep.html' title='Sleepless Sleep'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111548728196499114</id><published>2005-05-14T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:58:53.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Week #3</title><summary type='text'>(Instructions)


troglodyte \TRAHG-luh-dyte\ noun

1 : a member of any of various peoples (as in antiquity) who lived or were reputed to live chiefly in caves
*2 : a person characterized by reclusive habits or outmoded or reactionary attitudes

Example sentence:
Eva regarded her parents as troglodytes because of their dislike for modern music.



Thank you Merriam-Webster Online

(This post will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111548728196499114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111548728196499114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111548728196499114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111548728196499114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/word-of-week-3.html' title='Word of the Week #3'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111611744152702451</id><published>2005-05-14T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:37:21.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answers I'll Never Know</title><summary type='text'>I remember when I was a kid, driving around in my Grandpa's old pick up truck.  Our coversations would go something like this:

Grandpa:  How many toes do you have?

Me:  10

Grandpa:  No, guess again.

Me:  *thinking hard*  8?

Grandpa:  No, come on, how many toes do you have?

Me:  *taking off my socks and shoes*  10 Grandpa!

Grandpa:  No you do not have 10 toes.

Me:  Grandpa!  How many toes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111611744152702451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111611744152702451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611744152702451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111611744152702451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/answers-ill-never-know.html' title='The Answers I&apos;ll Never Know'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111609910924414396</id><published>2005-05-14T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T15:31:49.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Boring</title><summary type='text'>1. What's in your CD player right now?

2. What book is on your coffee table/night stand?

3. What's in your VCR?

4. What's in your DVD?


1.  Maroon 5, The Killers, Michael Buble', Shinedown, Shania Twain (I have a 5 disc)

2.  My old school books.  I'm in the middle of trying to sell them on Amazon.

3.  A blank tape recording that Oprah Show about living healthier.  Someone saw the post I did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111609910924414396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111609910924414396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111609910924414396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111609910924414396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-boring.html' title='I&apos;m Boring'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111595368063364424</id><published>2005-05-12T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:08:59.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons ‘O Search Results</title><summary type='text'>While checking my Site Meter, if found the following searches.  I have a feeling a lot of these people were quite dissapointed!

Great!  I see a lawsuit coming because some dumbshit OD's on Baby Asprin to get rid of all their damn wrinkles.  This one just sucked in general! :-) I would never have thought #2 for this one.  Very odd.  Again, why do I see a lawsuit coming?  ;-)  I just thought this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111595368063364424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111595368063364424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595368063364424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595368063364424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/tons-o-search-results.html' title='Tons ‘O Search Results'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111595174087814459</id><published>2005-05-12T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:35:41.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of Recipes</title><summary type='text'>Again, I think if I were to post a recipe, everyone would avoid it like the plague due to my absence of cooking abilities.

However, Momma Bou is hosting the Carnival of Recipes this week, so of course I must participate.

So I figured I would post a recipe you all would trust more from me and possibly enjoy more.

The Crown of Roses 
1 oz. Crown Royal
½ oz. amaretto
1 oz. pineapple juice
¼ oz. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111595174087814459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111595174087814459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595174087814459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595174087814459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/carnival-of-recipes.html' title='Carnival of Recipes'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111595141889374930</id><published>2005-05-12T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:30:34.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Day Go Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>Well, other than my mishap Monday, this week while in training has been full of good news, rays of hope, lifted stress, some fun flirting, and exciting things.  Such a change for the past couple of months unfortunately. 

Then this afternoon, all in a few hours, every thing gets shot down back to the way they were Monday.  It's like I got a couple of days of escape (almost literally), and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111595141889374930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111595141889374930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595141889374930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111595141889374930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-did-day-go-wrong.html' title='Where Did The Day Go Wrong?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111578312993716688</id><published>2005-05-10T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:45:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The People That Really Matter!</title><summary type='text'>Today I was actually participating in a training (rather than facilitating) along with other managers.  All these managers I have either worked with in the past or trained myself.  And a lot of them are very close friends now.

I've said before I really dislike my job now.  I feel like I got the "Go to Jail" card - can't pass go, can't collect $200.  

As much as I am scheming a way to get out of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111578312993716688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111578312993716688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578312993716688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578312993716688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/people-that-really-matter.html' title='The People That Really Matter!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111578140704317885</id><published>2005-05-10T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:19:26.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Chocolate Addiction</title><summary type='text'>Obviously, my addiction to chocolate started early!  This is my 1st birthday when we were stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC.

  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111578140704317885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111578140704317885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578140704317885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578140704317885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/early-chocolate-addiction.html' title='Early Chocolate Addiction'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111578005843975494</id><published>2005-05-10T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:54:18.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><summary type='text'>I hate to jinx myself, but I can't hold it in any longer!


I AM NOT MOVING!!! 

I found this out last week.  I get to stay in Columbia!! 

Just thought I would share the good news.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111578005843975494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111578005843975494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578005843975494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111578005843975494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111569895677096737</id><published>2005-05-10T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:22:36.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Soul</title><summary type='text'>Ok, one last post and I'm off to bed.

I was watching the Ellen show that I had taped, while doing a little blogging, and she had Neil Diamond on her show.

I'm really going to show how old my soul is by saying this...but I really love some Neil Diamond.  I can sing just about every song he's done!  

I was only allowed to listen to country music until the age of 10.  When we weren't listening to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111569895677096737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111569895677096737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569895677096737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569895677096737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/old-soul.html' title='Old Soul'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111569851094910613</id><published>2005-05-09T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:15:10.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so Blog Mom Bou and Blog Sis VW have a competition to see who will get to their goal weight first.  They both have multiple posts smack talking, talking about who has the upper hand and even posting their weights.

Posting my weight is where I drew the line.  But I will use them as motivation and will post how my days go for support.

Well, other than my day from hell, it was a good day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111569851094910613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111569851094910613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569851094910613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569851094910613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111569804089069828</id><published>2005-05-09T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:07:21.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Me!</title><summary type='text'>Sit down with a beer for this one...you're going to need it!  The end of this is the kicker!

I got up early this morning, grabbed my piece of toast, and went to Curves for 30 minutes.  Went to work and was just slammed.  I've been out of the office for the past 2 weeks for training and will be out of the office all this week and next for training, so today was my only day to get things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111569804089069828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111569804089069828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569804089069828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111569804089069828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/only-me.html' title='Only Me!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111544816618966732</id><published>2005-05-08T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:05:44.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blogmothers Day!!</title><summary type='text'>
Our Blogmom

You've given us so very much
you inspire in so many ways
Commenting words of comfort
and in caring words of praise
In taking time to read awhile,
and trying to understand
The crazy shit we write about,
and helping when you can
Although you left us in the Blog Ghetto,
and make us write about poo
You're still our blogmother
dearly treasured all year through.

- VW, Sissy, and Contagion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111544816618966732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111544816618966732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544816618966732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544816618966732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-blogmothers-day.html' title='Happy Blogmothers Day!!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111544651446510969</id><published>2005-05-08T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:27:26.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linky Lovin' II</title><summary type='text'>Sylph was the Word of the Week for Week #2.

Bou, being the supportive blogmother she is, started Week #2 off with a bang by announcing Sissy's Word of the Week.  She then followed by saying that her dreams of being sylph-like were not to be.  I don't know what's she's smokin'!  Bou's such an over achiever that she uses it again when she says she has made peace with the fact that she's not shaped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111544651446510969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111544651446510969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544651446510969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544651446510969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/linky-lovin-ii.html' title='Linky Lovin&apos; II'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111553191785586997</id><published>2005-05-07T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:58:38.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Call</title><summary type='text'>Today was a long and emotional day.  About 10:30 tonight, I realized I hadn't eaten, didn't really want to cook and thought it be good to be around people, so I decided to drive across the street to Applebee's and get something. 

They sat me at a booth.  It's weird enough eating alone, let alone sitting in a huge booth by yourself!  I was reading the menu when a guy came over that had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111553191785586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111553191785586997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111553191785586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111553191785586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/please-dont-call.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Call'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111499310966769207</id><published>2005-05-07T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T02:07:40.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Week #2</title><summary type='text'>(Instructions)

sylph • \SILF\  • noun 
1 : an elemental being in the theory of Paracelsus that inhabits air
2 : a slender graceful woman or girl 

Example sentence:
The dancer was a graceful, elegant sylph upon the stage.


Thank you Merriam-Webster Online</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111499310966769207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111499310966769207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111499310966769207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111499310966769207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/word-of-week-2.html' title='Word of the Week #2'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111544324546297191</id><published>2005-05-06T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:23:08.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Younger and Healthier</title><summary type='text'>So I guess this show that was on Oprah a few days ago was a big deal as I got 5 phone calls from family and friends asking if I had seen it.  Supposedly the book, YOU: The Owners Manual is #1 on all the top seller lists and is now hard to find due to being sold out.  Supposedly doctors are getting tons of phone calls and visits asking about some of the solutions and advice that were on the show.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111544324546297191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111544324546297191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544324546297191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111544324546297191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/living-younger-and-healthier.html' title='Living Younger and Healthier'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111541875010547304</id><published>2005-05-06T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:37:14.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvey's Car</title><summary type='text'>During my travels this week, I saw this car driving the streets.  Much to my surprise, I saw Harvey behind the wheel.  I knew he had an obsession, but damn!

Harvey's Boobmobile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111541875010547304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111541875010547304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111541875010547304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111541875010547304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/harveys-car.html' title='Harvey&apos;s Car'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111535552786374560</id><published>2005-05-06T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:58:48.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait To Go Home...</title><summary type='text'>...to bail Kiki out of jail and take her home.

...to watch my recorded TV shows.

...to sleep in my own bed.

...to wake up without an alarm clock.

...to return to warm weather (yes, Kill Me, TX was freezing cold!)

...to lay on my couch and hibernate.

...to blog some stuff in the comfort of my home.

...to drive my truck versus catching the hotel shuttle everywhere.

...to catch up on reading</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111535552786374560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111535552786374560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111535552786374560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111535552786374560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-wait-to-go-home.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait To Go Home...'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111535380188673788</id><published>2005-05-05T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:30:02.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>05-05-05</title><summary type='text'>Feliz Cinco de Mayo

In honor of Cinco de Mayo, I thought we'd have a little Spanish Lesson:

Necesito una cervesa - I need a beer

Necesito ir al baño - I need to go to the bathroom

Necesito una siesta - I need a nap

Su abuela usa cargadores del combate - Your grandma wears combat boots

Deje por favor van de mi asno - Please let go of my ass

Si parecían eso - Should it look like that

Mi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111535380188673788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111535380188673788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111535380188673788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111535380188673788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/05-05-05.html' title='05-05-05'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111526422733701771</id><published>2005-05-04T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:37:07.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shitty Meme</title><summary type='text'>My Blogmom Bou has 3 sons and cannot bring herself to say the word TURD.  She grew up on military bases, hearing vulgarities thrown around by passing service men, I'm sure, and can't say TURD.  She is part of the Bad Example Family and cannot say the word TURD.

I would usually tease and hassle her relentlessly for this; however, she has other, BETTER great vulgar words in her vocabulary...so she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111526422733701771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111526422733701771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111526422733701771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111526422733701771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/shitty-meme.html' title='A Shitty Meme'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111506167334613444</id><published>2005-05-02T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:21:13.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 for Cooking???</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I figured I might be #1 for some things, but never cooking!!



click to enlarge

Ok, so I'm #1 out of 559,000 for "mud cookies"; one of the few things I can make.  Who would've thunk it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111506167334613444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111506167334613444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111506167334613444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111506167334613444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/1-for-cooking.html' title='#1 for Cooking???'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111504367307535525</id><published>2005-05-02T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:21:13.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again Update</title><summary type='text'>If you remember, yesterday when I was bitching about flying to Kill Me, TX again, I said, "Who knows, maybe I'll get another free voucher from Crappinental!".

Well, guess what?!?  I should be in a plane right not to Kill Me, but again they were overbooked, so I got ANOTHER voucher.  This time $250.  

So, I get to hang out in the Houston Airport for the next 2 hours catching up on blogs.  Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111504367307535525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111504367307535525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111504367307535525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111504367307535525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-we-go-again-update.html' title='Here We Go Again Update'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111502808220710052</id><published>2005-05-02T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:17:07.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On Fire</title><summary type='text'>Damn Otto Titsling!  

I woke up this morning and left my cool to the skin, soft sheets.  I'm burnt!  I mean red and in odd places!  The tops of my feet, my legs (both front and back) the back and front of my thighs, my whole back, the back of my neck, my underarms, forearms, my face, and my ass!  Yes, my ass is burnt!  Now I'm going to have that skunk look going on (women who go to the tanning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111502808220710052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111502808220710052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111502808220710052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111502808220710052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-on-fire.html' title='I&apos;m On Fire'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111500240038927891</id><published>2005-05-01T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:55:20.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Question Men's Maturity....</title><summary type='text'>Wishful Thinking I bet he made multiple copies of this picture He's gotta tough job Who's your daddy? See, that stuff is bad for you!  Look what it does to your body! This guy went home from vacation with a new piercing! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111500240038927891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111500240038927891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500240038927891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500240038927891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-we-question-mens-maturity.html' title='Why We Question Men&apos;s Maturity....'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111500101070556919</id><published>2005-05-01T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:30:10.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Age Do You Act?</title><summary type='text'>This was no freaking surprise!  Everyone is always surprised when I tell them how old I am.  Napster says I have an old soul.  Morrigan says I need to live my twenties.  Bou is flipping out because she thinks she's old enough to be my mother.  Well, here's what this damn quiz says about my age.  Thanks Oddybobo




You Are 27 Years Old


  
  27  




Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111500101070556919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111500101070556919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500101070556919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500101070556919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-age-do-you-act.html' title='What Age Do You Act?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111500012433474629</id><published>2005-05-01T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:15:24.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again!!</title><summary type='text'>I leave again Monday at 6am for Kill Me, TX.  I am dreading it as usual, however, I do have something to look forward to.  I get to see Napster!  Napster and Cowboy moved to Kill Me last week.  So as I may despise going to Kill Me...at least I'll have something to look forward every time I do go.

Who knows, maybe I'll get another free voucher from Crappinental!  I do know this!  I am a moron and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111500012433474629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111500012433474629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500012433474629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111500012433474629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again!!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111499715744723150</id><published>2005-05-01T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:25:57.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linky Lovin'</title><summary type='text'>Amalgamate was the Word of the Week for Week #1.

Blog Mom Bou used it to describe how her blog seems to be nothing more than an amalgamation of kid posts.

Blog Bruncle Contagion says that his ship, The Bonnie Flora, would be manned with an amalgamation of Celts.

Ogre took the easy way out and used the word of the week for the Day of Random.

Blog Sis VW also took the cheap way out and used it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111499715744723150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111499715744723150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111499715744723150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111499715744723150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/05/linky-lovin.html' title='Linky Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111429178482635713</id><published>2005-04-30T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:44:56.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Week #1</title><summary type='text'>(Instructions)

amalgamate • \uh-MAL-guh-mayt\ • verb
: to unite in or as if in an amalgam; especially : to merge into a single body

Example sentence:
The three companies will be amalgamated into a single large corporation early next year.



Thank you Merriam-Webster Online
(This post will also stay at the top of the page for the rest of the week)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111429178482635713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111429178482635713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111429178482635713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111429178482635713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/word-of-week-1.html' title='Word of the Week #1'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111429097769894476</id><published>2005-04-30T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:33:37.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Week</title><summary type='text'>After finding out that you only need to be a 4th grader to read my stuff, I figured it was time to take the initiative (that counts as a 4 syllable word!) to broaden my vocabulary.

So I am starting Word of the Week!

Every Sunday, I will post a word and it's definition here. The challenge is for everyone to try and use the word in their posts sometime within that week. Providing I see you use it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111429097769894476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111429097769894476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111429097769894476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111429097769894476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/word-of-week.html' title='Word of the Week'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111489958091914172</id><published>2005-04-30T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:19:40.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Birthday Means</title><summary type='text'>Found this over at Not Exactly Rocket Science.

Um, yea...the part about money....I stink with money.  I have poor concept of balancing a damn checkbook (I'm good with math, just don't manage money well)




Your Birthdate: July 17


Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense. 

Although you are probably</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111489958091914172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111489958091914172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111489958091914172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111489958091914172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-my-birthday-means.html' title='What My Birthday Means'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111488282992324457</id><published>2005-04-30T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:40:29.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GA. Woman Found with Cold Feet</title><summary type='text'>The Georgia woman that went missing just a few days before her wedding has been found.

First of all, I am so very glad she is safe, unharmed and wasn't abducted.

Now that that's out of the way, I am livid that she is not being charged.  She ran away to Vegas because she said the pressure of the big wedding was too much and she needed some time to think.  She then wound up in Albuquerque broke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111488282992324457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111488282992324457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111488282992324457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111488282992324457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/ga-woman-found-with-cold-feet.html' title='GA. Woman Found with Cold Feet'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111487907409040814</id><published>2005-04-30T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:08:10.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Floor</title><summary type='text'>I would love to own a bar and paint this floor in the bathroom of the bar!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111487907409040814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111487907409040814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111487907409040814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111487907409040814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/bathroom-floor.html' title='Bathroom Floor'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111482943998728710</id><published>2005-04-29T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:50:39.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News on the Home Front</title><summary type='text'>Sis #1 (age 16) had her last day of school today.  Seems kind of early?  That's because for the next month, she gets to do work study at a newspaper in their advertising department.  She doesn't have to be to work until 9, no more school (she graduates June 3), and doesn't have to take her finals!  She has taken extra classes the past 3 years so she could graduate a year early since they have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111482943998728710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111482943998728710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111482943998728710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111482943998728710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/news-on-home-front.html' title='News on the Home Front'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111474291630993387</id><published>2005-04-28T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:48:36.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Get That Memo</title><summary type='text'>No one told me I had to have a dick to talk about electronics.  I didn't know that was a boys only club.  

I am into electronics.  I spend tons of money at Best Buy and on eBay on electronics. I understand the lingo, can speak it and enjoy it.  I like gadgets.  And when I am going to make a purchase, I know what I want.

Today was just a simple purchase.  I was looking for a 1 GB mini SD memory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111474291630993387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111474291630993387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111474291630993387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111474291630993387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-didnt-get-that-memo.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Get That Memo'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111474084983793523</id><published>2005-04-28T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:06:58.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Help</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone know how to get a Permalink link after each post on blogger?  Is it a setting or a html code or something?  

When linking to a certain post, I have to google search it to get the permalink.  It's a pain.



UPDATE:

I'm a complete dumbass!

Thanks to my siblings VW and Contagion for knowning the answer.  Of course it would be us in the ghetto knowing or learning how to jimmie the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111474084983793523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111474084983793523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111474084983793523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111474084983793523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-help.html' title='Blog Help'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111470561691666169</id><published>2005-04-28T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:26:56.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Cookies</title><summary type='text'>Ok, the whole idea of me entering the Carnival of Recipes is hilarious in itself.  Like anyone that has been reading here would actually try anything I suggested! :-)

BUT!!  I can make these!  They may put you into sugar convulsions...but I can make them!

Mud Cookies
 
2 cups of sugar             1/2 cup milk
4 tbsp. cocoa                1/2 stick butter
 
Boil 2 minute.  Remove from heat and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111470561691666169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111470561691666169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111470561691666169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111470561691666169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/mud-cookies.html' title='Mud Cookies'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111470437657225759</id><published>2005-04-28T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:08:51.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Juices Flowing - I Need Help!</title><summary type='text'>Amy of Porchein Amy has kindly and generously offered to help me do some graphics for my site here.  Wow, talk about a nice gal!  I can only imagine the work it takes to make good graphics.  I'd love to know how but I hear the software is quite expensive.

So I need all of my readers help!!  I have no idea what to tell her to make or include in a banner or graphics.  I really don't have my "thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111470437657225759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111470437657225759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111470437657225759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111470437657225759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/get-your-juices-flowing-i-need-help.html' title='Get Your Juices Flowing - I Need Help!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111469507618580630</id><published>2005-04-28T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:31:16.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Your Taste in Music?</title><summary type='text'>

Your Taste in Music:


Adult Alternative: Highest InfluenceHair Bands: Highest Influence90's Pop: High InfluenceCountry: High InfluenceR&amp;B: High Influence80's Rock: Medium Influence90's Alternative: Medium InfluenceClassic Rock: Medium Influence80's Pop: Low Influence80's R&amp;B: Low Influence90's Hip Hop: Low Influence90's R&amp;B: Low Influence90's Rock: Low InfluenceAlternative Rock: Low </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111469507618580630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111469507618580630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111469507618580630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111469507618580630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/hows-your-taste-in-music.html' title='How&apos;s Your Taste in Music?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111465067552872421</id><published>2005-04-27T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:21:34.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><summary type='text'>Bloggrandpa Harvey liked Blogmom Boudicca's thought "To live in America can be such a wonderful thing" that he thought it would be a great tattoo.

This got me to thinking of my mom's tattoo which comes along with an interesting story.

I had been wanting a tattoo but wasn't sure if I could take the pain nor did I know what to get.  Plus, I HATE needles.  I will not give blood because of how much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111465067552872421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111465067552872421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111465067552872421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111465067552872421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111464753801645118</id><published>2005-04-27T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:18:58.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Random</title><summary type='text'>Go HERE for the directions.

Thanks Oddybobo.





Amalgamated        :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111464753801645118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111464753801645118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111464753801645118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111464753801645118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-of-random.html' title='Day of Random'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111447282378178280</id><published>2005-04-25T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:48:18.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What City Should I Live In?</title><summary type='text'>

American Cities That Best Fit You:

65% Miami

55% Atlanta

55% Las Vegas
50% Austin

50% San Diego



Which American Cities Best Fit You?



Hmmm....might have to try these out.  Never thought a city in Florida would be on this list.

Hat tip to Machelle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111447282378178280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111447282378178280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111447282378178280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111447282378178280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-city-should-i-live-in.html' title='What City Should I Live In?'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111439254465432674</id><published>2005-04-24T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:33:01.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to the Zoo</title><summary type='text'>The Flamingos The Flamingos Upclose What a look! The Elephant took a drink of water right before it put it's ass to us, spread it's legs and took a huge pee!  Quite disgusting but I'm sure she was laughing! How can you see this and not think of Ogre I had to get a picture with the llama just for the Bad Example Family!  The pretty seahorses.  Did you know that the male seahorses are the ones that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111439254465432674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111439254465432674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111439254465432674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111439254465432674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-trip-to-zoo.html' title='My Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111438868896663514</id><published>2005-04-24T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:24:48.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><summary type='text'>I am exhausted!  I know I'm supposed to be full of energy, but I feel like I could go into hibernation right now.

Monday - Wednesday I was getting ready for all the trainers to come visit Columbia, setting up hotels, scheduling training for 120 people next week, amongst other things.  A little busier than usual.  And then I insisted on going to the gym every morning, meaning I had to get up at 6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111438868896663514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111438868896663514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111438868896663514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111438868896663514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111428966851888246</id><published>2005-04-23T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:54:28.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Readability: Me's tries be smarter</title><summary type='text'>mellow-drama found this site to see how readable her blog was.

I typed mine in and found the following results:

Readability ResultsSummaryValueTotal sentences1,130Total words10,112Average words per Sentence8.95Words with 1 Syllable7,457Words with 2 Syllables1,783Words with 3 Syllables631Words with 4 or more Syllables241Percentage of word with three or more syllables8.62%Average Syllables per </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111428966851888246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111428966851888246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111428966851888246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111428966851888246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/readability-mes-tries-be-smarter.html' title='Readability: Me&apos;s tries be smarter'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111428756954427491</id><published>2005-04-23T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:19:29.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting, Not Giving Up</title><summary type='text'>My posting has been a bit scant in the past few weeks.  I honestly have been concentrating on other parts of my life that I needed to dedicate my thoughts to -  I didn't feel I could share these thoughts until I understood them myself.

I still can't for the most part.  I felt kind of guilty at first for not posting.  I didn't want to miss out on all the fun in the blogosphere nor did I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111428756954427491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111428756954427491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111428756954427491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111428756954427491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/accepting-not-giving-up.html' title='Accepting, Not Giving Up'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111413808078052606</id><published>2005-04-21T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:48:00.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World Time</title><summary type='text'>I ran into something totally bizarre the other morning. Stuff I'd never seen before. The sky was a light blue/pink, the sun barely peeking through. The air was fresh, clean with light dew on the skin. It was a nice cool temperature lacking the humidity instigated sweat. There were birds out, chirping. There was hardly any traffic, no long lines at traffic lights, easy to turn left at a green </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111413808078052606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111413808078052606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111413808078052606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111413808078052606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/whole-new-world-time.html' title='A Whole New &lt;strike&gt;World&lt;/strike&gt; Time'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111404743093144600</id><published>2005-04-20T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:37:10.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Be...</title><summary type='text'>Blog Mama Bou of Boudicca's Voice tagged me to complete this meme.  So cruel!  She took advantage of the fact that I have no idea what I want to do with my life and is forcing me to look at these options ;-)

So here are the rules that Ogre invented, in italics, followed by my 5, followed then by my tag for the next three...

Immediately following there is a list of 24 different occupations. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111404743093144600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111404743093144600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111404743093144600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111404743093144600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-could-be.html' title='If I Could Be...'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111396201471233032</id><published>2005-04-19T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:53:34.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Just thought I would do a little Kiki the Pootie Dog blogging.  My little cutie....

                

Ya can't get any cuter than that!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111396201471233032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111396201471233032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111396201471233032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111396201471233032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/kiki-blogging.html' title='Kiki Blogging'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111396069839650169</id><published>2005-04-19T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:31:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Things To Do</title><summary type='text'>So, now that my job sucks and I've determined that there is now way out (because I signed my life away for the next year thanks to them paying $15,000 of my tuition), I am determined to find other things to put my time and energy into.

First of all, before Morrigan and Bou freak out - YES, I will go back to school this fall at a local school with live people in a real classroom, with tests, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111396069839650169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111396069839650169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111396069839650169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111396069839650169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-things-to-do.html' title='Other Things To Do'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111387086756965150</id><published>2005-04-18T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:34:27.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party of the Century</title><summary type='text'>Here it is, the party to end all parties.

Jeff of Oh Dark Thirty is going to be gone for about the next 4 months due to the Army.  So he's leaving us the keys to his pad.  He has provided us with the following:

- 1, Industrial Strength Foam Rubber Slip and Slide Super Fun Park
- 455 Gallons, Institutional Pudding in Chocolate, Tapioca, and Vanilla
- 675 Cases, Cold Beer including Guinness, Harp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111387086756965150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111387086756965150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111387086756965150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111387086756965150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/party-of-century.html' title='The Party of the Century'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111377424614889834</id><published>2005-04-17T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:44:06.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gun Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Bou wrote about her and TGOO going shopping for a gun and all the lessons along with such a big responsibility.

Well, my dad the retired Marine, has always made sure his girls knew how to handle guns responsibly.  This past Christmas Eve, we packed up the Excursion with guns, the slingshot, bow and arrows and a picnic lunch of ring bologna and chips, and drove up into the mountains to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111377424614889834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111377424614889834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111377424614889834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111377424614889834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/family-gun-lessons.html' title='Family Gun Lessons'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111377058352722832</id><published>2005-04-17T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:43:03.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Gone Too Far</title><summary type='text'>Cowboy's obsession with bacon has been confirmed.



The remnants of 2 pounds of bacon - a cup and a half of bacon grease!

So why is Cowboy saving a cup and a half of bacon???

Lubricant?

Moisturizer?

Tanning Lotion?

Hair Gel?

Cologne?

Toothpaste?

Butter for his biscuits?

Icing for his cake?

Coffee in the morning?

Are ya rollin' it up and smoking it?

A cup and a half of bacon fat!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111377058352722832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111377058352722832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111377058352722832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111377058352722832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/hes-gone-too-far.html' title='He&apos;s Gone Too Far'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111376912971578369</id><published>2005-04-17T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:18:49.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Lessons Learned</title><summary type='text'>Warning - Weak stomachs do not continue.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day, so I decided to take advantage of the cool temperatures and sunny skies and lay out in the sun for a little bit.  I was only planning on staying out for an hour - 30 minutes on each side.  Toward the end of my hour, my best friend called and I figured I'd just stay out there until we finished talking.  Well, that was 45 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111376912971578369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111376912971578369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111376912971578369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111376912971578369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/drinking-lessons-learned.html' title='Drinking Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111361475840964649</id><published>2005-04-15T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:25:58.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing Impaired</title><summary type='text'>Last December, I was training a class full of managers.  We were in a small conference room, very relaxed atmosphere.  I have a class full of guys....no females...none.  I was wearing my typical black pants and a red, black, tan, and white striped sweater.

I'm in front of the class, walking around the table, training who knows what, and I pause, and peripherally see my seem on my shoulder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111361475840964649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111361475840964649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111361475840964649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111361475840964649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/dressing-impaired.html' title='Dressing Impaired'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111343139933831692</id><published>2005-04-13T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:38:11.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm # 1!!  I'm # 1!!</title><summary type='text'>Out of all things to be Googled on, I was Googled on my lack of cooking abilities while drunk.

"spatula melted" remove



Blog Mom should be proud.


UPDATE:  I updated the screenshot to relieve any doubts of my greatness! :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111343139933831692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111343139933831692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111343139933831692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111343139933831692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-1-im-1.html' title='I&apos;m # 1!!  I&apos;m # 1!!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111342269572547837</id><published>2005-04-13T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:43:25.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not That Difficult</title><summary type='text'>I went to work out at Curves yesterday.  Although it is more comfortable than the typical gym because it is all women, there is still a sense of tension in the room.  There are women that look like they've just stepped out of a magazine and there are women that you wonder how they walked inside.  There are college students, business women, mothers and retired women.

When in the circle, you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111342269572547837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111342269572547837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111342269572547837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111342269572547837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-not-that-difficult.html' title='It&apos;s Not That Difficult'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111317783282304366</id><published>2005-04-10T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:04:26.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Places</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, Sally of Whimsy Capricious was watching Blog Sis VW's Place, and asked us what was the most beautiful or exciting place we had been.

I called mom up for some pictures of some of the cool places we've been stationed or visited.  Well, obviously, from the pictures shown, my parents didn't believe in taking pictures without me or my sister in it.  So ignore the dorky little kid in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111317783282304366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111317783282304366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111317783282304366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111317783282304366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful-places.html' title='Beautiful Places'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111302488472049638</id><published>2005-04-09T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:34:44.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!!</title><summary type='text'>Happy 6th Anniversary Harvey &amp; TNT!!!


I struggled trying to think of something to say about the kind of love Harvey and TNT have. Nothing funny, emotional, poetic or dysfunctional that I came up with seemed enough or right. The one thing that did keep coming to mind though was my favorite love song. Now I know TNT has already chosen Harvey, but I see this kind of passion in their love for each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111302488472049638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111302488472049638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111302488472049638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111302488472049638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111296243740230525</id><published>2005-04-08T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:55:26.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate It When...</title><summary type='text'>I can't remember what it was that I wanted to blog about earlier.

I don't write down ideas I have to blog about later.

I've recorded a show on DVR, go to play it back, and forget I can fast forward through the commericals.

I get home from picking up fast food, sit down and get comfortable, find something good on TV, open the bag, and they got your order wrong.  (Especially if you don't eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111296243740230525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111296243740230525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111296243740230525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111296243740230525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I Hate It When...'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111296279689891946</id><published>2005-04-08T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:56:23.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><summary type='text'>For all of you out there living in the ghetto (i.e. use Blogger):

Clear your cookies and delete temporary internet files. 

You should be able to post then.

Notice, they took away the "recover post" option they just featured. The recover post option saved what you were typing as a cookie, so if you lost your post, you could recover it by clicking this link and it would appear again.

I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111296279689891946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111296279689891946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111296279689891946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111296279689891946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111298681085923063</id><published>2005-04-08T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T15:00:39.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Sentences Spammer to Nine Years</title><summary type='text'>All I can say is, WOW!

By MATTHEW BARAKAT, Associated Press Writer 

LEESBURG, Va. - A Virginia judge sentenced a spammer to nine years in prison Friday in the nation's first felony prosecution for sending junk e-mail, though the sentence was postponed while the case is appealed. 

Loudoun County Circuit Judge Thomas Horne said that because the law targeting bulk e-mail distribution is new and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111298681085923063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111298681085923063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111298681085923063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111298681085923063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/judge-sentences-spammer-to-nine-years.html' title='Judge Sentences Spammer to Nine Years'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111284640656405067</id><published>2005-04-06T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:00:06.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><summary type='text'>I often wonder if there are signs for us to do certain things or make certain decisions. Tammi talked a little bit about things falling into place and I'm glad I'm not the only one that looks for that type of stuff.

I tend to be a bit of a logical thinker when it comes to big decisions. I can't rely on a superior being or fate to take care of things for me. I have total control of what happens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111284640656405067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111284640656405067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111284640656405067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111284640656405067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111274525806824011</id><published>2005-04-05T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:54:18.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><summary type='text'>I just received my Easter package from my stepmom, dad and sister.  Yea, I know it's a little late, but it's just really great to get packages or any type of mail for that matter.

I open up the package and there are two cards, one for Easter and one that said Way to Go for getting my AA.  My stepmom is very crafty - she does scrap books, crafts around the house, and makes her own cards.  Serious</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111274525806824011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111274525806824011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111274525806824011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111274525806824011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10860200.post-111274086977034179</id><published>2005-04-05T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:41:09.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Simple Things That Amuse Me</title><summary type='text'>I found the coolest thing at work today while I was bored out of my mind.  At Google Maps you can get your usual maps and driving instructions, but then you can also get Satellite Images!  Oh, this was so cool and took up the majority of my afternoon!!

So I started pulling up images of places I used to live, streets I used to drive and places I like to go.

Check these out...


1600 Pennsylvania</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/feeds/111274086977034179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10860200&amp;postID=111274086977034179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111274086977034179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10860200/posts/default/111274086977034179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhatnext.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-simple-things-that-amuse-me.html' title='Oh, The Simple Things That Amuse Me'/><author><name>Sissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914423969956857206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img201.exs.cx/img201/3910/steph6ra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
