<?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-21811923</id><updated>2011-12-17T05:59:22.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't hang up</title><subtitle type='html'>Please don't hang up on me just yet...try me out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116230299406775143</id><published>2006-10-31T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T08:56:34.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/2004_10_24_17_43_20_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/2004_10_24_17_43_20_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116230299406775143?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116230299406775143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116230299406775143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116230299406775143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116230299406775143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116169085505848168</id><published>2006-10-24T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T07:56:27.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergancy Broadcast System</title><content type='html'>Ok. So it's time for confession. I haven't been blogging because like my friend Debbie said, I've been trying to "figure some things out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place in my life where I am very unhappy. I'm unhappy with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;My father has left the nursing home. For awhile I believed this would be a good thing until my father called me almost hysterical, claiming he couldn't live alone, he was so sick and could I take him to his mothers. As most of you know, I am not a huge fan of his mother. I believe that she causes more problems for those around her then anything else. Well, that was the week that I was so sick. I could not take him. My uncle David who lives with her drove up here from Cincinnati (about an hour) and picked him up. Well, it was barely 5 days later and she is calling me, telling me I have to come and get my father, because he's drinking and she is afraid for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was home at this point so James and his girlfriend made the trip to Cincinnati with me to get my father. Sure enough, he was drunk. We drove him home and in his empty apartment, I found empty beer and liquor cans. I decided that I could do no more. I worked at my full time job and my second job and just basically tried to stay away from him. He would call me for things and I would not be able to help him because I was working or had other things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, my brother was arrested. He had a felony warrant out for his arrest and was picked up for it at our home. I called my father that Monday (we had plans to go to dinner) and explained the situation to him. I could not make dinner because the police were at my home, they had surrounded my house with their guns drawn, were in the process of obtaining a search warrant and I had to go. My father was so rude about it and so careless, it hurt me so much. That Wednesday, I got another almost hysterical call from my father saying he had to go back and stay with his mother because he could not live alone. He was so sick and was falling all the time. Please understand, that for the two weeks he had been gone, I begged him to return to the nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back at my grandmothers house now and she is calling me ALL the time, telling me he needs help or that he's fallen (don't get me wrong, I appreciate it). She called me very upset last Thursday because my father has urinated on himself and had fallen in her hallway. I advised her to call 9-1-1 and then waited to hear something from them. About 7:30 that night (3 hours later) my father finally called and explained that he did not go to the hospital because he "did not feel like it". So, yet again, I was upset and worried for NO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, she called me because she was arguing again with my uncle and wanted me to drive&lt;br /&gt;down there and do something about it. I had to work. And could someone please explain to me what I am supposed to do about a 45 year old man, arguing with his mother????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another call today, my father is giving his brother money so he can go and buy alcohol for the two of them and I AM SUPPOSED TO DO SOMETHING. I'm just at a loss. I'm tired of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of helping my dad just to have it thrown back at me. The cancer is not gone, the drinking is going to make it spread faster, he will NOT help himself. He is living in an apartment that has nothing in it but a bed and a television. He will not go back to the nursing home. He doesn't want to lose his Social Security check. The catch is, how do I walk away from this? I've been in therapy, I'm on medicine, I have even tried to kill myself to make it all stop. (Sorry, don't be upset, that was last year.) I've tried walking away from him but that is so hard. HE IS MY FATHER! How do you walk away from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks, my grandpa will have been gone a year. I miss him so much. I wish he was here to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no help here. My mother doesn't get involved, because that is her ex-husband. My brother really wants nothing to do with him. His family won't help me. They really want nothing to do with him. I have NO help here. I have support but NO ONE to help me. My mother says I should get used to it, this is my life but I need help so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very depressed again. This is all out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, some of you are out there saying "Give it to God." "God will help you." That is hard for me to do. I know it shouldn't be, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, my mother and I are fighting, my brother is in jail again, my pilonidal cyst is back - go to pilonidal.org for more information - my second job is taking advantage of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need it all to end. So, of course, I turn to you all. I am not going to ask for prayer because I believe I have asked for enough prayer from all of you. Please just keep me in your thoughts for awhile and if you have any helpful suggestions, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this all straightens out, I will be out of commission for awhile. I just can't bring myself to blog about any of this so that is why this is all one big BLAH blog. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all are okay and don't hold it against me for sharing all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116169085505848168?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116169085505848168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116169085505848168' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116169085505848168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116169085505848168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/emergancy-broadcast-system.html' title='Emergancy Broadcast System'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116162391688054244</id><published>2006-10-23T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:18:36.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this broadcast...</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I have not written. I am in a funk right now. Not much to say but so much to write about if that make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back to my normal self soon! I am still surfing and visiting everyone! Just not writing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and blessings to all,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116162391688054244?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116162391688054244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116162391688054244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116162391688054244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116162391688054244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html' title='We interrupt this broadcast...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116074312881706568</id><published>2006-10-13T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:46:00.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast #115</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/FF-Chef-w-quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/FF-Chef-w-quote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approximately how many hours per week do you spend reading other blogs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 to 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your community wants everyone to give one thing to put into a time capsule. What item would you choose to include?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the paper from my birth. It's from 1978, so it would have the news from that time in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most interesting tourist attraction you've ever visited?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackinaw Island, MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could give an award to anyone for anything, who would it be and what would the award be titled?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother - World's Greatest Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think your favorite color reveals about your personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - there are so many shades, I think it would show my moody side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt; about the Friday Feast meme &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116074312881706568?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116074312881706568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116074312881706568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116074312881706568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116074312881706568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/feast-115.html' title='Feast #115'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116068500570156874</id><published>2006-10-12T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:30:45.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe Me!</title><content type='html'>I found this meme over at &lt;a href="http://momrn2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom RN2&lt;/a&gt; place.  I thought it was very cool so I am stealing it (as usual).  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to invite you to leave me a comment with the one word you think best describes me. You may explain your choice if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, play along please.  I think it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tag....&lt;a href="http://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blond Girl&lt;/a&gt;!  I know she loves these meme things as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to tag anyone else who wants to play along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so go on...think and leave me my descriptive word.  You can explain if you want.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116068500570156874?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116068500570156874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116068500570156874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116068500570156874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116068500570156874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/describe-me.html' title='Describe Me!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116065456485641396</id><published>2006-10-12T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:04:19.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Reasons I love Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/T13-Rocks-and-leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/T13-Rocks-and-leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13 Reasons I love Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The change in the weather. I love warmer days and cooler nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The colors of the leaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apple Cider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love wearing jeans and sweaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The new fashions come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall scents. Like the new ones at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Yankee Candle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One step closer to Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carving pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving. (does that count as the fall or the winter?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Candy corn (which only seems to come out in the stores in the fall months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall festivals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt; about the Thursday Thirteen meme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ~ Thanks so much to &lt;a href="http://chaotichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chaotic Mom&lt;/a&gt; for making these banners up for me!  Go on, check her out!  She's very sweet and very talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116065456485641396?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116065456485641396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116065456485641396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116065456485641396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116065456485641396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/13-reasons-i-love-fall.html' title='13 Reasons I love Fall!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-116056780051459490</id><published>2006-10-11T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:56:40.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I have been neglecting you.  Last week, I was going to make a considerable effort to post more often!  I really was.  I even had my friend &lt;a href="http://chaotichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chaotic Mom&lt;/a&gt; make me up some cool banners for Thursday Thirteen and a new meme I wanted to join...Friday Feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!  Sunday I started feeling puny.  I slept most of the day.  Monday, was HORRIBLE.  I was all congested, I knew I had a fever, my body ached...I just felt bad.  I stuck the day out here at work and started to feel somewhat better by that afternoon.  I even worked my part time job at &lt;a href="http://lanebryant.charmingshoppes.com/pagebuilder/"&gt;LB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning was worse.  I had a temp of a 101, I couldn't breath, I could barely talk... it was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day got considerably worse.  Wednesday I went to the doctor and got the trusty antibiotic.  Thursday, after one day on the meds, I woke up to my ears bleeding, my temp one degree higher, my body just ached so much I could barely move.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the trusty doctor (seeing someone different in the practice this time.) to find out that I have a double ear infection, both of my ear drums have ruptured from the infection, I have a sinus infection and a touch of the flu.  I was one sick girly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a stronger dose of meds and some over the counter stuff and by Sunday, I felt like a new person.  Today is my last day on the antibiotic.  I still feel kind of achy and I have a runny nose but I am so much better than this time last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came home.  I am not sure for how long but he is here and it is nice to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad moved out of the nursing home into an apartment and now is sick again.  He's thinking about talking to the apartment manager and maybe going back to the nursing home.  He's thinking he may have made a move too soon.  If you could please, and you don't mind, pray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Josh was deployed to Kuwait.  He also just got orders that he will probably not stay there, he will more than likely be moved to Iraq.  He's left his wife and kids at home.  It's been a really tough time for all of them so if you could please, add them to your prayer list as well.  I know that they would really appreciate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to take my meds and start work.  Just wanted to give you a quick update to let you all know that I haven't died or anything!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow for TT13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-116056780051459490?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/116056780051459490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=116056780051459490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116056780051459490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/116056780051459490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/10/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115954959694165846</id><published>2006-09-29T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:08:16.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Girl's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my friend &lt;a href="http://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blonde Girl's&lt;/a&gt; birthday! Because she is so nice to me and wrote a post in my honor, I decided to make her a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;And it's chocolate! :) So, have a piece AFTER you go over and wish her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;BlondeGirl&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115954959694165846?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115954959694165846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115954959694165846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115954959694165846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115954959694165846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/blonde-girls-birthday.html' title='Blonde Girl&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115954802833172813</id><published>2006-09-29T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:41:45.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115954802833172813?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115954802833172813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115954802833172813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115954802833172813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115954802833172813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall.html' title='Fall!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115930027129057556</id><published>2006-09-26T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:31:57.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Layers....</title><content type='html'>Saw this meme over at &lt;a href="http://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blonde Girl's&lt;/a&gt; place, so I SHAMELESSLY stole it because I love me a good meme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Name: Susan&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 12/13&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'6"&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**Updated to add - I changed some of this by request so no one has to worry about me being stalked or having my personal information stolen. (Is this okay Jeana?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Mostly German&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: Black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Books, children, animals, the homeless...the list goes on and on!&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Growing old alone.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Ham, bacon &amp;amp; extra cheese!&lt;br /&gt;Goal you would like to achieve: debt-free and married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase: Ya know&lt;br /&gt;Your first waking thoughts: 5 more minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: My grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Both&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate, of course&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cuss: Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Sing: You bet.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Liked high school: I think maybe four or five minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Sometimes. I should believe in myself more.&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Think you are attractive: No.&lt;br /&gt;Think you are a health freak: No.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parent(s): For the most part&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: No!&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: Piano (kind of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you:&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Done a drug: Not unless you count ibuprofen&lt;br /&gt;Made Out: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall?: Um....no&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: No&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: No&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: nope&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: No&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Anything: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes, once&lt;br /&gt;If so, was it mixed company: No&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been caught doing something: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: Once&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: Once, when I was like 17, I felt so guilty I'll never ever do it again&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: Way past that age now&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: Zero&lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: Um, no, not going there.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: old and happy and well-funded.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: A writer&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;Number of drugs taken illegally: one&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: About 2 or 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: 50 maybe&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings:6&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: 6&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Once, when I was born&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: A few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115930027129057556?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115930027129057556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115930027129057556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115930027129057556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115930027129057556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/nine-layers.html' title='Nine Layers....'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115895822527221422</id><published>2006-09-22T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:52:54.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Service woes...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I mentioned last Friday that I visited a dating service. And I said I'd post about it. So here goes.... (Please note, I will not be naming the dating service...well because I'm humilated that I actually went to visit one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho....I have recently tried the online dating thing. I signed up for Eharmony. So far, no luck by the way. I did a Google search on 'online dating' and came across a &lt;em&gt;dating service&lt;/em&gt;. Intrigued, I signed up and was told I'd be contacted in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I thought, whatever. Imagine my surprise when the next day while I was at lunch my cell phone rang. Not recognizing the phone #, I answered with a leery "Hello??" This sweet little voice was on the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Voice: Susan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Voice: This is (we'll call her cheerleader because that is what she sounded like) Cheedleader from &lt;em&gt;Anonymous Dating&lt;/em&gt; and I'd like to ask you a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Chearleader: Proceeds with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I answered all of the questions correctly and sounded desperate enough, so I qualified. I had an appointment for the following evening to meet with said Cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at &lt;em&gt;Anonymous Dating&lt;/em&gt; and was escorted into a small sitting area. The pictures on the wall were Renaissance type prints - you know, the damsel in distriss and white knight. (Seriously) I was asked to fill out paperwork and to wait patiently because Cheerleader was with another "client".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natural Woman&lt;/em&gt; was playing over the speakers, the carpet was a really bad shade of marroon....my stomach was jumping. I had a bad feeling. Everything felt so cheap and ... well CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally introduced to Cheerleader who was a very small size 2 (not saying anything bad about size 2's...but when you are a size 16...it's a little discouraging) and perky as all get out. She instantly got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her perky office and sat down at her perky conference table...and she started with the sales pitch. It was a video/internet type dating service and by the time she was finished with her pitch, I was looking around the Knight in Shining Armour because she just about guaranteed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded kind of interesting and fun (Yes, I'm being honest) so I said I'd be interested to hear more. I've always been a sucker for sales people anyway. She got out the glossy, shiny paper of luuuuvvvv, you know the paper with the membership deals on it. We, in a very perky manner, picked out a plan that "seemed" right for me and I held my breath as we moved on to the price part of the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She....flipped....over the sheet.....of ..... luuuuvvvv....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$5000.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, ladies and gents...that is how much it runs these days to find the perfect husband/man of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had a bad feeling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115895822527221422?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115895822527221422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115895822527221422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115895822527221422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115895822527221422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/dating-service-woes.html' title='Dating Service woes...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115883842156783391</id><published>2006-09-21T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:34:20.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone vs. Bible</title><content type='html'>I got this yesterday in a email and wanted to share. I thought this was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone vs. Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cellphones?&lt;br /&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?&lt;br /&gt;What if we flipped through it several times a day?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it to receive messages?&lt;br /&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?&lt;br /&gt;What if we gave it to kids as gifts?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it as we traveled?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it in case of an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;What if we upgraded it to get the latest version?&lt;br /&gt;This is something to make you go...hmmm...where is my Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our cellphones, we don't ever have to worry about our bible being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh,which I will give for the life of the world.&lt;br /&gt;John 6:51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115883842156783391?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115883842156783391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115883842156783391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115883842156783391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115883842156783391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/cell-phone-vs-bible.html' title='Cell Phone vs. Bible'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115876633259970354</id><published>2006-09-20T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:32:29.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat or Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are: 80% Dog, 20% Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.You're both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.However, you're definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115876633259970354?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115876633259970354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115876633259970354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115876633259970354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115876633259970354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/cat-or-dog.html' title='Cat or Dog?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115833062355076525</id><published>2006-09-15T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:30:23.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>This week has been crazy!  I mean really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can sum all of this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Tim's daughter (Mom's boyfriend) left her two children home alone while she went up the street, a block and a half up the street, to buy drugs.  Her children are almost 2 and 3.  We will call them Micheal and Jason.  (Not their real names.  Protection for the little ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's parents who are 66 &amp; 68 have temporary custody of the children right now and could possibly have them for the next 30 days to 6 months.  I have been there every night this week, after seeing my dad or running my errands trying to help out with the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal - the 3 year old is still in diapers and takes a bottle.  He has no social skills and has a tendancy to be violent.  He barely speaks, mostly grunts.  He will be 4 in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob - will be 2 in October.  He is a little more advanced then his brother but is more violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to tell you everything that has happened to these two little boys.  It would take days, possibly even weeks to tell you everything they have been through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we got back to court.  We'll see what happens then.  If you don't mind, could you pray for them?  They need all the help they can get right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's thyroid tests came back.  It is NOT cancer but she does have to have her thyroid taken out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother failed his drug test and will be going back to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father hopes to move soon.  His strength is slowly coming back and he's already been out looking at apartments.  (Great news!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous time at Cedar Point!  I cannot wait to go back!  I met two great women and had a ball.  I really hope they invite me again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out a dating service last night.  I don't have time to post about it now but it's a pretty funny story.  I'll have to write about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has everyone's week been? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend if I don't talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115833062355076525?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115833062355076525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115833062355076525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115833062355076525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115833062355076525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115832639532529842</id><published>2006-09-15T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:19:55.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of flower are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="145"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" style="border: 2px solid #006600;color:#ffffff;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;"&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:15px;font-family:Georgia,Serif;color:#000000;font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am a&lt;br /&gt;Snapdragon &lt;a href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm" style="font-size:15px;font-family:Georgia,Serif;color:#0000FF;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/snapdragon.jpg" width="140" height="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flower &lt;br /&gt;Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115832639532529842?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115832639532529842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115832639532529842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115832639532529842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115832639532529842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-kind-of-flower-are-you.html' title='What kind of flower are you?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115799624764461486</id><published>2006-09-11T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:37:27.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11-01 - I will not forget</title><content type='html'>It was a regular day as far I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been at work about an hour.  The day seemed to be running smoothly.  I remember yawning into my Sierra Mist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker Steve - Hey....a plane just hit the Twin Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh?  Where is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker DeAnna - New York I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve - (phone to his ear) They think it was an accident....like a plane off course or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh man...how awful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around me the office was buzzing with the news.  Over the next few minutes, everything went back to normal.  I remember going back to work, thinking about all of those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20-25 minutes later our General Manager came out and made an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, it seems a second plane has hit the World Trade Center.  The government believes we are under attack.  If you have any radios at your desk, you may turn them on now and we'll be setting up a television in the conference room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard the office that quiet since I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first call was to John @ Davis &amp; Warsaw.  A customer of ours in Maspeth, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;John - Yes!  We could see the planes hit from our windows!  I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Me - John, are you okay?  Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;John - Yes!  This is unbelievable.  Susan, I can't describe it....what is going on?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that time the phone went dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling panic rush into my system.  I wanted to go home!  I wanted to be with my family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........Mom, what is going on? &lt;em&gt;I don't know...&lt;/em&gt;Mom, could it happen to us?....&lt;em&gt;I don't know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my father...&lt;br /&gt;......Dad, are you watching the news? &lt;em&gt;Yes...(sounds of sobbing) this is so awful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;A plane has hit the Pentagon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;A plane has gone down in Somerset PA.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at lunch and drove to dads house to watch the news cast.  I remember sitting on the couch with dad, crying and holding onto eachother.  I sang Amazing Grace and prayed out loud all the way back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all really blurry to me.  I don't know if my mind just could not handle it and maybe blocked out emotions or feelings...I just remember that was the strangest day.  I was horrifed and scared.  I wanted to be with my loved ones and never let go.  I remember crying and praying and crying some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no laughter that day.  No smiles or jokes.  The whole office was stunned and quiet.  We had trucks to stop, customers to call, plans to make.  Business continued though most of us went through the motions like robots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember driving home with the news on, meeting my current boyfriend at the house, holding onto him, my mother, my brother...crying for the loss our country had, the terror our country felt...crying because I could not imagine or understand what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family went to dinner that night, then watched the President speak.  I remember going to bed that night, thanking God for my life and for my safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still close my eyes and see those planes hit.  I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115799624764461486?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115799624764461486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115799624764461486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115799624764461486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115799624764461486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-11-01-i-will-not-forget.html' title='9-11-01 - I will not forget'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115772741790458596</id><published>2006-09-08T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:58:21.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things!</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post! I had no idea when I started this blog in February that I would get to 100 posts! So, in honor of that, I guess I will list 100 things about myself (or try to). Look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name is Susan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My middle name is Marie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marie came from my great grandmother. It is family tradition to carry on this name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 27 years old. Soon to be 28....well In December&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get depressed thinking about 30. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really hope that by the time I am 30, I am at least married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe God has a plan for me though. Sometimes I'd just like to call him up and ask him what it is and what is taking him so long. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother's name is Donna.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My father's name is Frank.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother's name is James.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only wear silver/white gold jewelry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know, it's weird but I hate gold jewelry. I love it on other people though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 is my favorite #. It's my birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is bad, I'm already running out of things to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a lawyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then a teacher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then a nurse. (That was SO short lived.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then my father took me to the trucking company he owned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I was stoned from the diesel fuel smell but I knew right then I wanted to be in trucking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't regret that choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do wonder sometimes though what my life would have been like if I would have gone to law school or got my teaching degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My biggest goal in life is to have a family and be happy. I really want my own kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder sometimes if that will ever happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am kind of depressed today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I think I should run off and be a nun or maybe join the circus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could train the elephants!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love roller coasters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I am afraid of heights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of spiders. Okay, really just bugs in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love almost all animals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not really crazy about skunks though. THEY SMELL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 6 tattoos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 piercings in my left ear - 3 in my right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my tongue pierced as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It didn't hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It hurt more the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sounded like I was drunk for like 5 days after I got it done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I forget it is there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm kind of bored with it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So over it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might take it out soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother almost had a stroke when I got it done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is used to it now as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom has 2 tattoos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother has 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My father is the only one that has no ink or piercings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already have my kids named picked out. (If/when I have any)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olivia Marie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mason James&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James is also a family name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played no sports in school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in the band and chorus though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hated being in the band.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loved to sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is this list over yet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you even made it this far?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love SpongeBob Square Pants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And dolphins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also collect Snow Globes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night, I got a part time job at Lane Bryant. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very excited about this job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course who wouldn't be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get a 40% discount on their clothes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of you probably don't even know what Lane Bryant is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because all of you are SKINNY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alas, I am not skinny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thinking about permining my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just do not want to look like a poodle on drugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair is very, very think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am also afraid that the perm will not hold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to get them (perms) when I was younger and they would only last 2-3 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love being with kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That is why I want my own....someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to marry a man like my Grandpa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I think God broke the mold when he made him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This makes me sad sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really dream of being married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopefully, that is in Gods plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am reading the newest Nora Robert's book &lt;em&gt;Morrigan's Cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really am enjoying it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have more books than .... well.... I don't know, I just have alot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never been on a train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or a subway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or a taxi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never been west of Indiana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I have been South and North of Ohio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a pretty boring, average life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a special talent, like singing or writing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always dreamt of writing a book and having it published.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or singing at a concert and having people like my music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite color is blue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have hazel eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People compliment my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It embarrasses me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't take compliments well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH MY GOSH! Almost done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks for reading this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115772741790458596?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115772741790458596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115772741790458596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115772741790458596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115772741790458596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-things.html' title='100 things!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115765955637553051</id><published>2006-09-07T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:33:45.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!  You are it!</title><content type='html'>Saw this meme over at &lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minnie's&lt;/a&gt; place, so I SHAMELESSLY tagged myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If you make sweet tea, do you use Luzianne, Lipton or _______ whatever your brand is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...we use Lipton and it HAS to be sweet. Unsweet-tea is NASTY! Nasty I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What brand of toilet paper do you buy, and is it the larger rolls or regular?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmin, double roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Which brand of bath soap do you use? Is it body wash or bar style?&lt;/em&gt; Suave - Sweet Pea and Lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Which cereal do you buy for yourself? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Nut Cheerios or Apple Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What brand of dishwasher detergent do you use and is it liquid or tablets?&lt;/em&gt; We use Electrosol (sp?) tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. What is your favorite fruit to eat? &lt;/em&gt;Pears!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Which brand of clothes detergent do you use? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All - I am allergice to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Do you like chocolate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this....do I LIKE chocolate......AS I LIVE AND BREATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Do you still write checks or use a debit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am the debit card MASTER! I never carry cash. I do write checks about once a month for those pesky companies that won't take payments online!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated to add:  I totally missed 5&amp;6!  Sorry about that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115765955637553051?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115765955637553051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115765955637553051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115765955637553051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115765955637553051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/tag-you-are-it.html' title='Tag!  You are it!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115765543797556985</id><published>2006-09-07T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:00:25.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello there! Sorry I was off a bit there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;-I had a great weekend with my family. It was nice to have an extra day off. How was your long weekend? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- We went to the Oktoberfest here in town. It was so lame. German beer, German food and really, really bad German music. It was sad. I thought they would have crafts or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I got to feed deer at the wildlife nature perserve though. That was really neat! They had turkeys too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-My dad is doing SO much better. He's got his color back, his eyes are clear and he's GAINING WEIGHT! Yes, you heard me correctly. For the first time since he got sick, I feel that there is hope. Again, thank you all for praying! Thank you God for listening! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Down side...mom is having some tests run. She may/may not have thyroid cancer. (I know, it sounds made up but it is true. You can ask her.) We have refused to claim anything is wrong with her. May seem silly but we are holding out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-My face is breaking out like I am a 12 year old. Suggestions anyone? I have been using &lt;a href="http://www.esteelauder.com/home.tmpl"&gt;Estee Lauder's&lt;/a&gt; Sparkling clean and I don't know if it is helping. Which is a total bummer because this stuff is expensive. Thoughts? Suggestions? Opinions? HELP! Think I should see a dermatologist? I have tried so much and NOTHING is helping. I hate this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Guess what I am doing this weekend???????? Have you guessed? No...well I AM GOING TO &lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/index.cfm"&gt;CEDAR POINT&lt;/a&gt;! I am SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay that is the update on me! How are you guys doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am off to do a meme that I shamelessly tagged myself for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115765543797556985?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115765543797556985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115765543797556985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115765543797556985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115765543797556985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115714260828620056</id><published>2006-09-01T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:30:08.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>Have a safe and happy holiday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Tuesday!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115714260828620056?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115714260828620056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115714260828620056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115714260828620056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115714260828620056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115702686637289047</id><published>2006-08-31T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:21:13.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jody's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;about my friend Jody's Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today is my co-worker's/friend Jody's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. She is 40 and looks about 20! No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;3. She didn't want anyone to know she was 40 today.&lt;br /&gt;4. So, I told the whole office. (HEY! Don't give me the eye of shame)&lt;br /&gt;5. We collected money and bought her a really pretty cake.&lt;br /&gt;6. It has a big black 40 on it. (I still see the evil glares! Be nice!)&lt;br /&gt;7. I bought balloons. Yes, one says 40 and one says OVER THE HILL!&lt;br /&gt;8. Our department collected money and bought her a 25 dollar certificate to Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;9. I bought her a whole bunch of candy and spread it all over her desk.&lt;br /&gt;10. I also bought her a coloring book and some crayons. Long story! :)&lt;br /&gt;11. I also bought her an over the hill candle.&lt;br /&gt;12. Everyone really likes the way I decorated her desk.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am &lt;strong&gt;so dead&lt;/strong&gt; when she comes in. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115702686637289047?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115702686637289047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115702686637289047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115702686637289047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115702686637289047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/jodys-birthday.html' title='Jody&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115693864708694774</id><published>2006-08-30T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:57:44.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://fruityspirit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fruit of the Spirit&lt;/a&gt; found this on the internet and posted it on her site. I thought it looked like fun so I copied it! (Doesn't everyone want to be like her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (your first pet and the street that you live on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cain Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Betsy Skittles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Smar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marie Sidney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kopmabr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; ("The", your favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Blue Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. NASCAR NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; (the first name of both your grandfathers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frank James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. FUTURISTIC NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne and the name of your favorite shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; ( mother/father's middle name and the next name you hear on the tv/radio/talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jean Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115693864708694774?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115693864708694774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115693864708694774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115693864708694774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115693864708694774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115685299216098909</id><published>2006-08-29T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T08:03:12.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this so I am playing along! :) Sorry it's taken me so long to do girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must list 5 weird things about myself or my pet. I am going to list five weird things about my cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chester drinks out of the toilet bowl.  No matter how much fresh water you give him, he still does it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tommy enjoys Diet Coke.  He will lap it out of your cup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chester eats people food and begs like a dog would when you sit down to eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tommy likes to have his butt scratched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both cats will get into the tub after you have taken a shower and lick the water off the faucet and shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115685299216098909?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115685299216098909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115685299216098909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115685299216098909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115685299216098909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115685174555786625</id><published>2006-08-29T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:44:25.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Meme Tag!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://fruityspirit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fruit of the Spirit&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this so I am playing along!  :)  I love being tagged for fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIZZA MEME TAG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite thing about being a kid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say having no responsibilities!  Not having a care in the world.  Peanut butter &amp; jelly sandwiches and jelly shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite subject in school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &amp; American Sign Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your best friend when you were age 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shannon McCreary.  She was my best friend from 7 on!  We still do talk, we are just not as close anymore.  We even had our own language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could be any animal, what would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to agree with Fruit on this one - a cat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you change about your school/occupation/life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a famous writer!  Or maybe a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue.  Almost all shades of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite type of crust and favorite topping on a pizza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular crust, Bacon, Ham and extra cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115685174555786625?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115685174555786625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115685174555786625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115685174555786625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115685174555786625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/pizza-meme-tag.html' title='Pizza Meme Tag!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115642753478036416</id><published>2006-08-24T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:52:22.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things about today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;about today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I woke up late this morning. &lt;br /&gt;2. I really don't remember my alarm going off at all.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a tendency to pull my pants up by the belt loops.  I did this as usual this morning and guess what?  Yup, the belt loop broke.   I did not change pants, am just wearing a little bit of a longer shirt to hide the small hole.  &lt;br /&gt;4. I had my usual sausage Mcgriddle from McDonald's this morning.  They forgot the cheese!  &lt;br /&gt;5. A guy I work with pointed out to me this morning that I have worn brown pants 3 days in a row now.  So what?  &lt;br /&gt;6.  I need a pedicure so bad.  The heels of my feet look like elephant skin.  Okay, I'll admit it, my feet just look like elephant feet!  &lt;br /&gt;7.  121 days to Christmas!  How scary is that?&lt;br /&gt;8.  I just broke a nail. &lt;br /&gt;9. I'm running out of random things to say.&lt;br /&gt;10. Does anyone believe that John Karr really killed that little girl JonBenett?&lt;br /&gt;11. August is over next week.  Where has the summer gone?&lt;br /&gt;12. Have I mentioned I love my new job?&lt;br /&gt;13. And last but not least - I am getting the laptop!  Probably not until next week but I am SOOOO excited! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115642753478036416?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115642753478036416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115642753478036416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115642753478036416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115642753478036416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-things-about-today.html' title='Random things about today!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115636538116128167</id><published>2006-08-23T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:36:21.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Meme!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://juliephipps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this...so I thought I would be a good sport and play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Meme&lt;br /&gt;1. One book that has changed your life: The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One book you've read more than once: There are SO many books that I have read over and over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One book that you would want on a desert island: A survival guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One book that made you laugh: The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club: True Tales from a Magnificent and Clumsy Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One book that made you cry: Bridges over Madison County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One book that you wish had been written: How to heal depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One book you wish had neer been written: Satanic Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One book that you are currently reading: Shaper Than a Serpent's Tooth - By Simon Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One book you have been meaning to read: Angela's Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Five People I tag to do this meme: Anyone who wants to play along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115636538116128167?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115636538116128167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115636538116128167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115636538116128167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115636538116128167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/book-meme.html' title='The Book Meme!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115633562547678429</id><published>2006-08-23T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:21:45.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, it is Wednesday! And I have posted two days in a row now! I can just hear the applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much going on here. Just work and that's it. (sigh) I lead such a boring life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kristy that also works with me put in her two weeks notice today. She is going to another company that will pay her what she is worth. While I am excited for her, I am going to miss her terribly. I have asked you all to pray for her a few times in the past. She was struggling with some financial issues and this door opened up for her. I hope it was God answering her/your prayers! She does read me sometimes so if you are reading this Kristy - I love you and Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be getting a lap top. Good news! I'm excited about the possiblity of being able to have a computer at home that works so I can surf the internet and maybe even blog some more. My first plan of action if I do get this lap top is to purchase a digitial camera and start posting pictures! How fun right? :) Is it wrong to pray I get this lap top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to run. Got to get some work done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor? Tell your friends I am here? I miss all the comments. (I know, I know, I am selfish.....I just miss everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Okay, I am going to work now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115633562547678429?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115633562547678429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115633562547678429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115633562547678429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115633562547678429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115627842385249607</id><published>2006-08-22T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:29:21.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?  Hello?  Is there anybody in there?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I have not written in a very long while. I hope people still will come in every once in awhile to see if I have written. Now that things are settled I hope to be writing/visiting everyday or at least every other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the things that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new job. Same company/different poition. I asked God to help me get out of my current situation and he did. This job opened right up for me. I am so much happier!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lost 6 pounds. WOOHOO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad has been very, very sick. Treatment is finally over. (For now) but for a few weeks or so I was not sure he was going to make it. I am still not sure he will but things are looking up. Thank you to all of those people who are still praying and thinking about us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in the hospital a few days. My blood sugar bottomed out on me and I could not get it back up. I am not considered hyposglymeic and have to be on a special diet which I am NOT sticking to at all. (hangs head in shame) I know, I will try to be better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom had surgery on her bladder but is fine. She was off a few days but is doing much better and back at work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how is everyone? I missed you and you and you…yes, you in the green….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me comments people! I want to know how everyone is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115627842385249607?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115627842385249607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115627842385249607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115627842385249607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115627842385249607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-hello-is-there-anybody-in-there.html' title='Hello?  Hello?  Is there anybody in there?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115279831507444767</id><published>2006-07-13T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:45:19.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriteen Things You Learn at a Swim Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things &lt;strong&gt;you learn when catering a 14 year old's swim/birthday party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It seems to be "all the rage" to have birthday parties catered with a DJ and 30 of your closest friends. (That is what the mother said anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kids will drink enough virgin strawberry daiquiri's until they all get sick to their stomach.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids will also make every attempt to get in on the "adult" beverage that looks green and slimy and is located in the next nearest blender.&lt;br /&gt;4. The DJ will play songs that you feel are highly inappropriate for 6-16 year olds but no matter how many dirty looks you give him, the band plays on.&lt;br /&gt;5. You will realize that you know most of the words to those "highly inappropriate" songs. Reconsider your music selection.&lt;br /&gt;6. You will understand that no matter how many times you tell that bratty mouth kid with the Mohawk that your name is indeed Susan, he still will call you Lauren and think it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;7. You will watch and be amazed as 6 year old girls shimmy across the dance floor, sporting dance moves way beyond their years.&lt;br /&gt;8. It probably isn't the brightest move to tell the owner/mother that she should not administer benadryl to a child that isn't her own without calling the said child's parents first.&lt;br /&gt;9. Being stung by a bee when you are 8 years old is NOT a fun thing.&lt;br /&gt;10. Being asked at 8 years old, to please sit still while we remove the stinger is yet, another NOT fun thing.&lt;br /&gt;11. Constantly looking at your watch does not make time go faster.&lt;br /&gt;12. Being up from 5:45 AM until 12:05 AM makes you one grumpy person the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;13. Watching all of the kids having fun and being kids, is a really fun way to spend a Wednesday evening. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It's easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115279831507444767?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115279831507444767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115279831507444767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115279831507444767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115279831507444767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/07/thriteen-things-you-learn-at-swim.html' title='Thriteen Things You Learn at a Swim Party!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115271666329282834</id><published>2006-07-12T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:04:23.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock...</title><content type='html'>Hello?  Is anyone there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Susan and I'd like to be able to play with you again.  Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everyone abandoned me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's long overdue but I AM BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115271666329282834?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115271666329282834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115271666329282834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115271666329282834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115271666329282834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/07/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, Knock...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115141484321795658</id><published>2006-06-27T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:38:31.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>Hello! Did you miss me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I have been gone so long. I did indeed take a break. I haven't even read anyone's blog in like over a week! I have been going through withdraw. I'm hoping to get back into the "regular" schedule starting next week. So, please, just bare with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have not forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...updates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's cancer is responding so well to the radiation!!! The tumor beneath his chin is almost completely gone! He's having problems eating still because his mouth and throat are so sensitive. I feel so sorry for him. He's still losing weight and is down to 139 pounds but had increased drinking health shakes so we're hoping that helps him from losing anymore weight. I am praising God for this going so well and I am very, very thankful for all of you that have been praying. It has made a HUGE difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much ya'll mean to me!!! I have missed ya'll so much and can't wait to get back into the swing of things and catch up with everyone's blog. Thanks to everyone as well for sending emails asking how I am and what I am doing. Rest assured, I am still here and kicking. Just had to take some time away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to go do more work and eat some cheese. Hopefully this post will hold you guys over until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115141484321795658?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115141484321795658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115141484321795658' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115141484321795658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115141484321795658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115030772908158925</id><published>2006-06-14T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:55:29.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Friendly!</title><content type='html'>My blog has been qualified as a family friendly blog. Look down on my right side bar and see the new blog roll and picture? HOW COOL! Huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my friend &lt;a href="http://ahumbleheart.org/blog/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; for more details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115030772908158925?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115030772908158925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115030772908158925' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115030772908158925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115030772908158925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/family-friendly.html' title='Family Friendly!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-115021718195559887</id><published>2006-06-13T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:46:22.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have been neglecting you all.  I'm pre-occupied lately and can't seem to think of anything to "blog" about.  So, I think I may be taking a short break from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I read you all everday and I will try to comment so you all don't forget about me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-115021718195559887?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/115021718195559887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=115021718195559887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115021718195559887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/115021718195559887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114985150644125699</id><published>2006-06-09T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:11:46.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got this over email yesterday.  I thought it was hilarious.  Thought I'd pass it on to make everyone's Friday a funny one.  Have a great weekend guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Susan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Ways to Maintain Sanity or Drive Others Insane (whichever comes first)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."&lt;br /&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds"&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy."&lt;br /&gt;8. Don t use any punctuation&lt;br /&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.&lt;br /&gt;15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, 'Rock Bottom'.&lt;br /&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out of The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"&lt;br /&gt;18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking LotYelling, "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114985150644125699?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114985150644125699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114985150644125699' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114985150644125699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114985150644125699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114978040058591206</id><published>2006-06-08T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:26:40.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, just random thoughts today.  (If anyone cares.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought this candle warmer thing for my desk.  I like the space around me to smell good.  I found wickless candles on EBay that are reasonably priced.  It's called Cider Mill and it ROCKS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldn't post yesterday because Blogger was seriously being stupid for me.  I couldn't even leave comments to tell people I was there, at their website.  *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does anyone even read my blog anymore?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found a oral/head/neck cancer ribbon.  I am thinking about ordering it for myself and my family.  I just wish they had magentic ribbons so I could put one on my car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's almost lunchtime here in Ohio!!  *stomach growls*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandmother (dad's mom) left me the most hateful, mean message last night, I was very upset.  I played the message for my dad and he called her.  It did not go over well.  My dad is very upset about it and now I feel bad for telling him.  Like he doesn't have anything else to worry about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason, last night's occurence made me very thankful for my mom's side of the family as well as my mother herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I take my mom for granted sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have I ever told anyone that I hate HOME DEPOT?!?!?!?!?!  (Yes, I am talking to them now.  Did you guess that?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw the Davinci Code over the weekend.  I found it to be a very good movie and yes, I reminded myself a lot that it is just ficition.  My brain just wants to shut down when religion plays into movies.  IT IS JUST FICITION!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David wants me to go to the Reds game with him tonight.  I keep blowing him off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has anyone made it this far on the list?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, no more random thoughts.  I do have a request though.  My friend Kristy is still struggling with some things in her personal life.  She has asked that myself and all "my blogging" friends pray for her and her family.  If you could please do this, she and I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Susan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114978040058591206?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114978040058591206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114978040058591206' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114978040058591206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114978040058591206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114959264780571301</id><published>2006-06-06T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:19:41.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another meme!</title><content type='html'>A fellow blogger of mine - &lt;a href="http://dogsandchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn G&lt;/a&gt; - has asked me to participate in a meme of hers that she will be highlighting on a weekly basis on her website. So, being the faithful friend I am, I will play along! (Anything for a chance at the spot light really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What inspired you to start blogging?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to basically just start an online journal. When I looked up "online journal" under Google, this site (blogger.com) came up. I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What's the meaning behind your blog name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of funny actually...I work for a company that deals heavily with Home Depot (see &lt;a href="http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-home-depot.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details.) I was on the phone with a lovely HD while I was thinking of a name for my new world. THEY HUNG UP ON ME! TWICE! While I was holding for them. So, I named the blog "Please don't hang up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What are some of the major themes of your blog? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say real life. That's mostly what I write about. Things that happen within my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Do you have any "Real Life People" reading your blog? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My friend Kristy reads me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is one of the biggest lessons you've learned from blogging? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to answer this. I have learned that you can depend on people, even though you only "see" them on the computer. They listen to you, laugh with you, pray for and with you...It's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What else would you like your readers to know about you, that they may not already?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Maybe that I really like comments and I wish more people would read my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114959264780571301?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114959264780571301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114959264780571301' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114959264780571301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114959264780571301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-meme.html' title='Another meme!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114927381059051183</id><published>2006-06-02T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:18:53.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Join Us for the PARTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/home%20for%20sweet%20girl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/home%20for%20sweet%20girl.0.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://she-lives.typepad.com/she_lives/2006/06/she_plans_a_sur.html"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; going on right now!! Join us in welcoming home MomRN2 &amp;amp; her precious sweet girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home, MomRN2 and sweet girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114927381059051183?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114927381059051183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114927381059051183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114927381059051183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114927381059051183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/join-us-for-party.html' title='Join Us for the PARTY!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114919121651023335</id><published>2006-06-01T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:46:56.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things..a happy blog</title><content type='html'>7 Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on Pamela's blog &lt;a href="http://flutterby7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flutterby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel the United States&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Ireland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a published writer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the whole Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I can't do:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat right. I am always tempted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise - enough said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my brother out of jail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make my father and his family get along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive a motorcycle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop taking my medication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that attracted me to my spouse:&lt;/strong&gt; I do not have a spouse but left it here for those that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I say often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anywho...moving on...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ummm...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How was your day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Books I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demons Don't Dream by Piers Anthony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The In Death series by JD Robb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything by James Patterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons by Lorna Landvik &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Seriously, I recommend it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything by Nora Roberts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Movies I could watch over and over again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What a Girl Wants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The American President&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lord Of the Rings - all of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monsters Inc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag...ummm....ANYONE who wants to play!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114919121651023335?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114919121651023335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114919121651023335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114919121651023335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114919121651023335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-thingsa-happy-blog.html' title='7 Things..a happy blog'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114909105243921541</id><published>2006-05-31T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:42:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Just to warn you, this is not a happy post. If you are looking for something to make you laugh or smile, please move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know, my dad was diagnosed with mouth cancer in March. You can see more about his type of cancer, &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.gov/cancerinfo/types/head-and-neck/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started his radiation/chemo on Monday 5/22. He went Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday and then was very, very sick for the rest of the week. Well, this past weekend, he was admitted to the hospital for severe abdominal pain. They were not sure what was wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had refused to take his stool softener the previous day and the day of. I have no idea why considering all the pain medicine he's on. So, he thought he was constipated. He was very sick, in so much pain, moaning even in his sleep. They ran some tests and thought perhaps it was his gallbladder or appendix since his white blood cell count was up. They ran tests on and off most of the weekend, taking him to x-ray as well as trying to get him to have a bowel movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, he was just constipated and sick. Thank God that is all it was but it caused for a very dramatic weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stinking into some kind of depressed funk. Dad has lost 10 pounds in just 2 weeks, making him down to 149 pounds. He looks so sick and so little. I am very afraid that he is not going to make it through this. And it doesn't help that I have no help/support from any of his family on this. Yes, I have support from my mom and a few of my friends but it would be nice to share this load with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister in Florida has been rude and unkind to me. She will call and speak to my dad though so I guess that is all that matters. His mother is constantly talking about me and trying to tell me what to do. His one brother is in England and his other brother is no support either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in jail in Florida and my parents are divorced. This load is very heavy. I have been recently having panic attacks at night and I am not sleeping well. I don't have very many friends so I have very few people to talk to about this. The ones I do talk to about this, I am afraid are so sick of hearing about it, I don't talk to them about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked God for help but have trouble turning this "problem" over to him. My silly control issues I guess. I also find myself wondering what God can do about this problem so I don't really turn it over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole situation just seems so hopeless. I'm trying to be strong and brave for my dad but I get no break from it so it's hard for me to keep up a good face sometimes. I just don't want to get out of bed anymore. And I even feel bad about feeling that way. Dad hasn't given up so why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Sunday I got an awakening on that. Dad is thinking about giving up. I could see it all over his face. Though I try to talk to him about it, it's ultimately up to him. This just makes it so much harder on me. I want him to LIVE!!! I don't want him to die. But I don't know what to say to him about it. Except just that. I want him to live. He can beat this. But he knows in his head, there is a possibly even after all of this...that he won't beat it. I just don't know what to do anymore. This is a very long road for both of us, yet I feel that we are sitting in a car that is broken down and neither of us know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very selfish posting about this. I am whining and complaining and I am the healthy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I posted about this but I felt that I "needed" to. If you don't mind, please pray for my dad and myself. We are just at the beginning of this struggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114909105243921541?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114909105243921541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114909105243921541' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114909105243921541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114909105243921541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/selfish-ramblings.html' title='Selfish Ramblings...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114865561650084739</id><published>2006-05-26T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:03:23.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/MOUSE%20MEMORIAL.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/MOUSE%20MEMORIAL.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/MOUSE%20MEMORIAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/memorial_main.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We pause on this Memorial Day to join in this refrain for those who gave their all for us so freedom we'd retain.  For Darkness they confronted in preserving Freedom's Light, we owe them more than we can pay for giving more than life but the lives they gave endure today in hearts and souls and the minds of we who drink from Freedom's Cup, the Fruits of Freedom's Vines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Permanent link to the silent animation for this installment: &lt;a href="http://polisat.com/Images/MemorialDay2005.gif"&gt;http://PoliSat.Com/Images/MemorialDay2005.gif&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114865561650084739?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114865561650084739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114865561650084739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114865561650084739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114865561650084739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114864465762287988</id><published>2006-05-26T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:52:48.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Weird Blogging Things...</title><content type='html'>So my friend &lt;a href="http://www.daystocome.net/"&gt;Jeana&lt;/a&gt; made up her very own meme and I decided to play along! I'm supposed to list 13 weird blogging things I do. I'm not sure I can list 13 things but I will sure try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I read all of my favorite blogs before I write anything myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. I read them all in alphabetical order (I have them listed that way in my favorites).&lt;br /&gt;3. I get disappointed if nothing new is posted since I logged off yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;4. I read the blogs first thing when I get to work.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes at night, depending on what I am doing, I think of ideas to blog about the next day and I will write them down.&lt;br /&gt;6. I tell people about my blogging friends and talk about them like I know them outside of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will put off working until I finish my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;8. As I type this, I am putting off work so I can finish this meme.&lt;br /&gt;9. I get really disappointed when people don't leave me comments so I try to leave a comment every where I go, even if it's just HI!! (Some places I seldom leave comments at, a few blogs I read get over 30 comments daily, I tend not to leave comments on those in fear I will get lost in the sea of people)&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I have run out of weird things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play along if you can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114864465762287988?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114864465762287988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114864465762287988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114864465762287988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114864465762287988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/thirteen-weird-blogging-things.html' title='Thirteen Weird Blogging Things...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114858083566156239</id><published>2006-05-25T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:13:55.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord.</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, or if you don't - see &lt;a href="http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/02/protests-at-solider-funerals.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - I am strongly against a religious group that is protesting soliders funerals.  I don't mind the protesting or even the feelings behind it but this is just vile.  They are casting an image of my God that I just think is wrong.  A bunch of us here at work have been praying about this since we've heard the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well praise God, something has been done about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congress passes funeral protest ban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill targets group that taunts mourners at military rites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, May 25, 2006; Posted: 4:07 a.m. EDT (08:07 GMT)&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON (AP) -- Demonstrators would be barred from disrupting military funerals at national cemeteries under legislation approved by Congress and sent to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;The measure, passed by voice vote in the House Wednesday hours after the Senate passed an amended version, specifically targets a Kansas church group that has staged protests at military funerals around the country, claiming that the deaths were a sign of God's anger at U.S. tolerance of homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act "will protect the sanctity of all 122 of our national cemeteries as shrines to their gallant dead," Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, R-Tennessee, said prior to the Senate vote.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a sad but necessary measure to protect what should be recognized by all reasonable people as a solemn, private and deeply sacred occasion," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Senate bill, approved without objection by the House with no recorded vote, the "Respect for America's Fallen Heroes Act" would bar protests within 300 feet of the entrance of a cemetery and within 150 feet of a road into the cemetery from 60 minutes before to 60 minutes after a funeral. Those violating the act would face up to a $100,000 fine and up to a year in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sponsor of the House bill, Rep. Mike Rogers, R-Michigan, said he took up the issue after attending a military funeral in his home state, where mourners were greeted by "chants and taunting and some of the most vile things I have ever heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Families deserve the time to bury their American heroes with dignity and in peace," Rogers said Wednesday before the House vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demonstrators are led by the Rev. Fred Phelps of Topeka, Kansas, who has previously organized protests against those who died of AIDS and gay murder victim Matthew Shepard.&lt;br /&gt;In an interview when the House bill passed, Phelps said Congress was "blatantly violating the First Amendment" rights to free speech in passing the bill. He said that if the bill becomes law he will continue to demonstrate but would abide by the restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Pat Roberts, a Republican from Kansas, said the loved ones of those who die have already sacrificed for the nation and "we must allow them the right to mourn without being thrust into a political circus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the demonstrations, the Patriot Guard Riders, a motorcycle group including many veterans, has begun appearing at military funerals to pay respects to the fallen service member and protect the family from disruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a dozen states are considering similar laws to restrict protests at nonfederal cemeteries. The American Civil Liberties Union has filed a lawsuit against a new Kentucky law, saying it goes too far in limiting freedom of speech and expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114858083566156239?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114858083566156239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114858083566156239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114858083566156239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114858083566156239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114855641547886114</id><published>2006-05-25T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:26:55.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love the Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;why I love the summer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Warmth!&lt;br /&gt;2. More daylight hours&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www2.paramountparks.com/kingsisland/index.cfm"&gt;Kings Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sandals&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook outs&lt;br /&gt;6. Swimming&lt;br /&gt;7. Vacations&lt;br /&gt;8. Fire flies&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.tradersworldmarket.com/"&gt;Flea Markets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://cincinnati.reds.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=cin"&gt;Baseball games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.ohiodnr.com/parks/parks/huestonw.htm"&gt;Camping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. More animals and excitement at the &lt;a href="http://www.cincyzoo.org/index2.html"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/"&gt;Reading more books!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It's easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114855641547886114?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114855641547886114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114855641547886114' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114855641547886114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114855641547886114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-love-summertime.html' title='Why I love the Summertime'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114848257310317228</id><published>2006-05-24T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:56:13.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/Shower%20(Blackmail).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/Shower%20%28Blackmail%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am that scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114848257310317228?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114848257310317228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114848257310317228' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114848257310317228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114848257310317228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114841409998980451</id><published>2006-05-23T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:57:22.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things...</title><content type='html'>Random things that make me a freak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always use the second stall in the bathroom here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot talk to attractive men. I just become an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do the same thing every morning in the shower. Wash hair, rinse, apply conditioner, wash body, shave (if necessary), rinse conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have these pants on today that are so tight, I used the rest room and my underwear is imprinted in my skin. (I know, sorry for the mental image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think it's time to toss/donate these pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come I'm sure...  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114841409998980451?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114841409998980451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114841409998980451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114841409998980451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114841409998980451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-things.html' title='Random things...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114839549858630059</id><published>2006-05-23T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:44:58.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned this to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see &lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minnie&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!  Come on, it made you smirk too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on.  I haven't heard back from my travel agent yet.  I wonder if that is good or bad?  I won't freak out.  I'm trying to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to Minnie last night on the phone.  I think she is totally hysterical and very easy to talk to.  I enjoyed our conversation a lot and that made it all the harder to wait to meet her!!  Patience is a virtue right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a short post.  I can't think of anything else to say.  I'll write more later if I come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114839549858630059?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114839549858630059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114839549858630059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114839549858630059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114839549858630059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114831753617929386</id><published>2006-05-22T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:05:19.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH.MY.GOSH</title><content type='html'>Oh My Gosh, I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see &lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minnie&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't have a lot of details yet, but after a few emails and a lovely phone conversation, it's confirmed. She's NOT freaked about me coming to see her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the plan is to go sometime in July. I'd like to go for 5-7 days. I will be renting a car because Minnie cannot drive (see &lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-one-where-i-lay-it-all-out.html#links"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for why she can't drive) and we want to travel! I have sent this information to my travel agent so I'm just waiting for details! PRAY that I can go, cheaply. Please. Everything I looked at online is so FREAKING expensive. I'm hoping that my travel agent can get me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be staying with Minnie and her family, so that alone cuts me a break on travel expenses. (Thanks Minnie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I have more details, Minnie and I have plans to visit other bloggers. No names now. Don't you love the suspense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to have this all planned by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you excited??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I visited my friend  &lt;a href="http://juliephipps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie's&lt;/a&gt; church this weekend. I LOVED IT! I plan to be back next Sunday. Thanks for inviting me Julie and making me feel welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114831753617929386?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114831753617929386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114831753617929386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114831753617929386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114831753617929386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohmygosh.html' title='OH.MY.GOSH'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114795148418979309</id><published>2006-05-18T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:25:50.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minnie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this so I guess I will play along. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt; Freak. I call people freaks all the time. Most of the time, I am kidding and mean it in a good way....yeah, most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your least favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt; Poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What turns you on spiritually, creatively, emotionally?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure how to answer this one. So I will just kind of wing it. Spiritually - I have no idea, still learning. Creatively - Life. Emotionally - I am not sure. Emotionally I am a roll coaster most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What turns you off?&lt;/strong&gt; Back stabbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite curse word?&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO! This is a rated "G" blog. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sound or noise do you love to hear?&lt;/strong&gt; I love to hear children laughing. It seriously brings a smile to my face everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;/strong&gt; A writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What profession would you NOT like to do?&lt;/strong&gt; Clean up poop (seeing a trend here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Heaven exists &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(HELLO! What do you mean "IF"?),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what would you like to hear God say at the pearly gates?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=25&amp;amp;verse=21&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Well done, good and faithful servant&lt;/a&gt;. (Yes Minnie, I kept your answer here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag - &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://flutterby7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pamela Lynn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://reverberate58.blogspot.com/"&gt;Echo&lt;/a&gt;, you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114795148418979309?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114795148418979309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114795148418979309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114795148418979309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114795148418979309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag! I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114787288728709316</id><published>2006-05-17T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:02:03.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Prescribed by the Great Physician&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember...&lt;br /&gt;Noah was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was too old&lt;br /&gt;Isaac was a daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was a liar&lt;br /&gt;Leah was ugly&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was abused&lt;br /&gt;Moses had a stuttering problem&lt;br /&gt;Gideon was afraid&lt;br /&gt;Samson had long hair and was a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Rahab was a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and Timothy were too young&lt;br /&gt;David had an affair and was a murderer&lt;br /&gt;Elijah was suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah preached naked&lt;br /&gt;Jonah ran from God&lt;br /&gt;Naomi was a widow&lt;br /&gt;Job went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;Peter denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;The Disciples fell asleep while praying&lt;br /&gt;Martha worried about everything&lt;br /&gt;Mary Magdalene was ...&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once Zaccheus was too small&lt;br /&gt;Paul was too religious&lt;br /&gt;Timothy had an ulcer..AND Lazarus was dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! No more excuses! God can use you to your full potential. Besides you aren't the message, you are just the messenger. In the Circle of God's love, God's waiting to use your full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's Me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Growing old is inevitable ... growing UP is optional.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.&lt;br /&gt;5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do the math .. count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;7. Faith is the ability to not panic. .&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you worry, you didn't pray ... If you pray, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;12. The most important things in your house are the people.&lt;br /&gt;13 When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.&lt;br /&gt;14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.&lt;br /&gt;15 He who dies with the most toys is still dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!! The SON is shining and he can certainly use you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114787288728709316?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114787288728709316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114787288728709316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114787288728709316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114787288728709316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/wednesday-wisdom.html' title='Wednesday Wisdom'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114779968831912256</id><published>2006-05-16T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:14:48.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>I found this at &lt;a href="http://donttrythisathome.typepad.com/"&gt;Don't Try this at Home&lt;/a&gt; and after giving it some thought, I felt that I should maybe write about my own experiences with Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is it that I had no idea that May was Mental Health Month? I SHOULD KNOW THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5-6 years ago, I started crying and could not stop. Just started crying one day. My life was, or at least I thought, in pretty good shape, I was handling, I was doing okay.  WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dropping my friends.  I didn't call or write emails.  I didn't want to hang out.  I wanted to stay home.  No big deal.  I'm just going through a phase, just wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started putting on weight.  Man, gotta go on a diet.  Eat better foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started sleeping alot.  Man, gotta sleep more.  Gotta sleep better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I cried.  Non- stop.  Someone would say hello, I'd start to cry.  How is going Susan?  I'd start to cry.  You okay Susan?  I'd cry harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hates me.  I was paranoid, defensive, grumpy, aggressive (in bad ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already seeing a therapist to help deal with some other issues I had.  I went in one night, sobbed hysterically and told her &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; that I had felt.  Then the magic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are clinically depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Serious?  This is a phase, I know it's a phase.  WRONG AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on medicine since.  I see a L.I.S.W. (License Independent Social Worker) part time now.  I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my medicine and talk about it.  That is the biggest hurdle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very mis-understood disease.  People at work treat me differently.  People in my life treat me differently.  You tell someone you have depression and it's almost like you've grown a third head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not crazy.  I am not a murderer.  I do not talk to aliens.  I do not hear voices.  I do not see dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just depressed.  I'm not good at explaining it.  I'm not good at talking about it.  I just know people don't understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depression.com/understanding_depression.html"&gt;http://www.depression.com/understanding_depression.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often tell people to go to this website and read up on things.  It helps to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114779968831912256?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114779968831912256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114779968831912256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114779968831912256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114779968831912256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114772341749117128</id><published>2006-05-15T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:03:37.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>As a general rule, I think Monday's suck. Today is NO different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning. This is due to the fact that I stayed up until almost midnight reading "She's All That" by Kristin Billerbeck. I LOVE LOVE LOVED IT! Has anyone read the next one? "A Girl's Best Friend"? I think I may go to the book store tonight and buy it. That is how much I loved the first one. So, I guess on this Monday morning, it's my own fault that I am tired. But can I just blame it on Monday anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to the doctor this morning. I left work at 8:15 for my 8:30 appointment. Arrived at the doctor at 8:26. Signed in. DOCTOR DID NOT COME OUT UNTIL 8:45!! Why oh why do you schedule appointments and then the doctors see you at their convinence? That is frustrating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been boring.  LONG LONG day.  I just want to go home.  I am depressed and I don't know why.  I feel like if someone looks at me wrong, I will start crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever have days like that?  Maybe it's more then the Monday blues? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a long and frustrating day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114772341749117128?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114772341749117128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114772341749117128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114772341749117128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114772341749117128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114746407855861719</id><published>2006-05-12T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:01:18.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/MothersLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/MothersLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Mother's Day to all of my "mother" blogging friends.  I know most of you have children and I wanted to say a special thanks to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mothers, this world...well, it would be bad!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114746407855861719?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114746407855861719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114746407855861719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114746407855861719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114746407855861719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114743495783921795</id><published>2006-05-12T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:39:56.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A...B....C......D....MEME!</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.she-lives.typepad.com/"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this meme...so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accent: I'm from Ohio, do I have a accent???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Book that I like: I'm not sure I have one yet.  I really like Romans so far though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chore I don't care for: LAUNDRY!  It is my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat: Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential Electronics: Cell phone, computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cologne: Happy from Clinque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: Silver, only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbag I Carry Most Often: Walmart purchase, with Tinkerbell on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia: Thank God for sleeping medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: Logistics Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Tommy &amp; Chester - both cats.  They count don't they?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Arrangements: With mother and cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Admirable Trait: I'm goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: Being mean to my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: When I had my appendix out - July of last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: Spiders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."  Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: I'm not religious, really. I'm a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I Wake Up: 5:45 during the week, when ever I wake up on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Anything that looks like a small tree.  Example: broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: Smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays: Ummm...I don't know.  A couple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Stuff I Cook: I make a mean spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Animal I Like Most: The big cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag anyone who has not done this yet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114743495783921795?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114743495783921795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114743495783921795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114743495783921795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114743495783921795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/abcdmeme.html' title='A...B....C......D....MEME!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114735957401589145</id><published>2006-05-11T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:19:33.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;My Mom! (In honor of Mother's Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. My mom is the most beautiful mom in the whole world. (Don't even try to argue this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She has been a registered nurse for almost 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is the smartest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My dad was gone a lot when we were kids, she raised us mostly by herself. I think that took a lot of courage and strength on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She makes the best bologna sandwiches on the whole planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I was a little girl, she used to sing You are My Sunshine and Tiny Bubbles to me. This is something I will never forget. One year for my birthday, she bought me a clown figurine and it played Tiny Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If it wasn't for my mother, I would be dead, literally. She has saved me from a few life ending experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have I mentioned she's the most beautiful mom in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother has this great ability to laugh, even when the world is at it's darkest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She tells me all the time that I am her favorite daughter. (Even though I am her only daughter, it still makes me feel good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She lets me steal and wear her clothes. Yes, she gripes about it but she still lets me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She is my best friend in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am the person I am today, because of my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It's easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114735957401589145?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114735957401589145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114735957401589145' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114735957401589145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114735957401589145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mom.html' title='My MOM!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114734681340490074</id><published>2006-05-11T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T07:34:40.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Chick?</title><content type='html'>If you are, clearly you should join the &lt;a href="http://bloggingchicks.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-chicks-blogroll.html"&gt;Blogging Chicks&lt;/a&gt; blogroll, just like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it on &lt;a href="http://ahumbleheart.org/blog/"&gt;Lauren's&lt;/a&gt; website and decided to copy her! :) I thought it was a cool group to join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Get over there. HEY! You in the green...get over there and sign up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ~ Since I am "blogger" stupid, &lt;a href="http://chaotichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; is going to set up for me the code and the blog roll for this later today. So, it may take just a bit, please be patient. (I so don't know what I would do without Karin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114734681340490074?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114734681340490074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114734681340490074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114734681340490074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114734681340490074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-chick.html' title='Blogging Chick?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114729145963028358</id><published>2006-05-10T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:04:19.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Hello!  How is everyone?  I am fine.  Nothing new to really post about.  Just another boring Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did want to post something since I was asked earlier today what was up with me not posting.  I am having a boring week people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a prayer request though.  My friend Kristy is having a hard time financially right now.  She's struggling really bad and needs some prayer.  If you all wouldn't mind, could you include her in your prayers for awhile? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114729145963028358?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114729145963028358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114729145963028358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114729145963028358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114729145963028358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114709385037500395</id><published>2006-05-08T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:10:50.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK ME OUT!</title><content type='html'>Guess What? My friend &lt;a href="http://chaotichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karin&lt;/a&gt; is the one who made this new look for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked and worked to get this right. She wanted me to be happy and I am THRILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on over and check her out. She's super easy to work with and has great ideas. I know she'd love to design your "new" look! You'll be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me what you guys think! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I know some of the other posts look funky. Somehow during the transition to the new look, it didn't like some of the apostrophes. I am working on fixing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114709385037500395?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114709385037500395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114709385037500395' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114709385037500395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114709385037500395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/check-me-out.html' title='CHECK ME OUT!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114683858860853895</id><published>2006-05-05T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:16:28.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been ignoring you guys.  (IF anyone cares)  I haven't really felt like posting anything lately and I've been working with my "friend" on my NEW BLOG look.  I am excited about that so haven't had much of a mind to work on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing okay.  I haven't heard from some of you in awhile but I have been faithfully reading everyone's blogs lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114683858860853895?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114683858860853895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114683858860853895' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114683858860853895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114683858860853895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-there.html' title='Hi there.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114659908837532067</id><published>2006-05-02T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:44:48.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM - Meme</title><content type='html'>I Am: The Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this over at &lt;a href="http://donttrythisathome.typepad.com/"&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;/a&gt; and thought it looked fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;I AM: a daughter, sister, niece, friend&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to become a writer some day&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I had enough money to take care of my family&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: spiders!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: my Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: people talking around me&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: what it would be like to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not having more confidence&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: a morning person&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: when I can&lt;br /&gt;I SING: mostly in my car&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: moody&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: myself a lot&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: find more time to do things for myself&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: lose weight&lt;br /&gt;I START: writing stories&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: reading books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done this meme and would like to, I tag you! Please leave me a note in my comments so I can come check out your answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114659908837532067?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114659908837532067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114659908837532067' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114659908837532067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114659908837532067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-meme.html' title='I AM - Meme'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114625565037697732</id><published>2006-04-28T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:21:12.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the weekend!</title><content type='html'>Okay, quick updates and then I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have this enormous headache and it won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My friend (I won't mention who right now) is going to create a new blog "look" for me! HOW COOL IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am going to the Red games tonight. Yes, with David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My brother is back in jail. After just getting out in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I went to my friends mom visitation last night. She died Monday. It was horrible. Like my grandpa dying all over gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I think I may be starting my second job tomorrow. Cross your fingers. I hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Going to check out a new church on Sunday. (I can hear the cheers people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests:&lt;br /&gt;*My friend Tina. She lost her mom this week.&lt;br /&gt;*My dad&lt;br /&gt;*My friend Minnie who is having this weird seizure thing.&lt;br /&gt;*Me (please?) I am so struggling with something right now. No, I can't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS TO ALL OF YOU! Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114625565037697732?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114625565037697732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114625565037697732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114625565037697732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114625565037697732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/ready-for-weekend.html' title='Ready for the weekend!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114615342610946140</id><published>2006-04-27T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:13:04.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the story.....</title><content type='html'>Alright, where did I leave off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the letter. So, I opened the letter eventually and read it. Over and Over and Over. The letter basically said what he was charged with, how things REALLY went down (3 sides to every story) and then came the good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized for treating me the way that he did, when we dated and the sex related text messages, everything. He told me about how he had found God and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote him back and to be honest, I wasn't very nice. I felt that he apologized because he was in "jail" and that is what you do when you are in jail. I felt that he had found "jail house" religion and I told him I wasn't sure that I wanted to accept his apology. I've had friends in jail, my own BROTHER has been in jail. I didn't get off the bus yesterday. I know that you will say ANYTHING while you are there because suddenly feel "guilty" and I also know, you really aren't that "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote back and forth after that. After a few letters, I really felt his apology was genuine and he had changed his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was released from jail, he called me. He thanked me for writing to him and being somewhat of a support system on the "outside". He said he'd take me to lunch sometime for a proper thank you. Though I told him that was not necessary, he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we didn't talk for awhile. I figured it was done. I did not feel bad for writing him and was glad I could keep him company while he was locked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he started texting me and I guess the rest is history. This is kind of a let down after part one and two isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back and reading what I have wrote, I now question why I am friends with him. After all I have been through with him, it seems kind of ridiculous to me. I found myself very upset yesterday rehashing the unexplained break up, the sex messages....I couldn't really talk to him without being curt and a little stand offish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't forgive him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Now be honest. I respect ya'lls opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114615342610946140?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114615342610946140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114615342610946140' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114615342610946140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114615342610946140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/rest-of-story.html' title='The rest of the story.....'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114607018884189564</id><published>2006-04-26T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:16:58.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David, part two...</title><content type='html'>After we break up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find David again on the internet looking for another "mate". I was totally destroyed for a lot of reasons. We had just broken up like two months ago, he put on his profile that he had "never done" this before – MEANING he had never dated anyone from online. BIG FAT LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years or so went by. One day at work, I got an email, he was asking me to lunch. Just to catch up "on old times". I went. It was kind of lame. I was nervous going but seeing him, it was like whatever. He said he wanted to be friends, he missed talking to me. I said okay. Never heard from him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, early in the year, David started sending me text messages. They were not nice text messages. He was basically asking me to meet him at a hotel so I could have sex with him. Yes, I know...of course I DID NOT take him up on his offer. EVER. There are nights where I would cry because it hurt my feelings so bad. He made me feel like I was just a whore or something. I would beg him not to ask me and tell him that I didn't want to and tell him some more that I couldn't do that with him again. I didn't want to reopen old wounds. Eventually, he left me alone. Those are the type of emotional scars that never go away. You may forgive but you never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer, I got a phone call while I was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Background information. When David and I dated, he was a history teacher at a local high school. He also coached a summer baseball league and was assistant coach for basketball at another local high school.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call was my mom. She had something to tell me. My Uncle Rex had called her. He had seen David in the paper. The news was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David resigned from his position at the school. He was being charged with basically making sexual comments to 2 underage female students. I was stunned and extremely embarrassed. I WAS GOING TO MARRY THIS GUY!!! Funny how God works, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, my family and I followed the story. He was formally charged with sexual battery and compelling prostitution. (Sounds horrible don't it?) He got 6 months in county jail, 5 years probation, absolutely no internet privileges, not able to leave the state or county without permission, not able to be with minors without supervision, etc. He is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a pedophile. The girls involved where both 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so later, I got a letter in the mail. The return address said ______ County Jail. I didn't open it for hours. I couldn't decide if I was going to open it. I was shaking when I did open it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can write for now. (Oh the suspense is killing you isn't it?) I'll try to write more later, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114607018884189564?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114607018884189564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114607018884189564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114607018884189564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114607018884189564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/david-part-two.html' title='David, part two...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114598917165530004</id><published>2006-04-25T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:03:49.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am From....</title><content type='html'>This idea came to me from Mary at &lt;a href="http://owlhaven.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-from.html"&gt;Owlhaven&lt;/a&gt;. You can find the guidelines to write your own at &lt;a href="http://www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com/archives/2005_02.html#003144"&gt;Fragments of Floyd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am From....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am from warm green grass, towering pine trees and sunshine yellow dandelions. From Rice Crispy cereal on dark school mornings, and Ivory soap used to wash the cat, and Johnson's Detangling shampoo to detangle precious children's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the red and white brick house, surrounded by neighbors that were like family. I am from cicada sounds on summer nights, lightening bugs you caught in a jar and puddle jumping after rain storms. From playing "War" with the boys next door to braiding ribbon with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from pot roast dinners on Sunday afternoons. From hazel eyes and good listeners. From book readers and traders, from coloring books with Doris and grandma's French toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Christmas Eve at Aunt Judy's, from shell hunting on beaches with Grandpa and torturing my brother James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From eating with your mouth closed and respecting your elders. From Santa Claus to the tooth fairy, from always being the better person and listening when spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from a Protestant church, with uncomfortable butter colored pews and mom playing the piano. From singing in the choir and vacation bible school in the summer. From fall revivals and Christmas candle light services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Ohio, with its flat land and tornado valleys. From Grandpa's country soup beans we all swore he spit in to make the great taste to mom's creamy potato soup, she learned to make from her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the camping trips where dad drank too much, the trips to Florida where Grandpa waited on the steps for us and the birthday cake mom lovingly made each child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the glossy black and white photos of my grand parents stored away in a rubber tote, from the photo albums mom put together with me as a baby and 1970 clothes, from the bright colors of my brother's baby photos to show off his chunkiness displayed on the dresser, from high school pictures hanging on Grandma's wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from new and old tradition. From a God fearing generation. From good work ethic and gentle hands. From sing songs in the car, from jelly sandals, from kool aid on hot afternoons. I am from a family that cannot be defined by "normal" rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Part 2 for David will be posted tomorrow. Still trying to put that one together! HEY! Stop throwing things! That's not nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114598917165530004?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114598917165530004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114598917165530004' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114598917165530004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114598917165530004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-from.html' title='I Am From....'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114591051245918505</id><published>2006-04-24T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:28:32.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David, part one...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so some of you want to know the details behind David and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on the internet. We talked for about 2-3 days (can't remember specifics) and met on the 4th or 5th day I think. He came straight from a baseball game (He was the coach) and I came straight from an auction. I was on the phone with my father when he pulled up in his purple truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started dating like the next day - in June. (I really have no idea what year, I'd have to look it up and I ain't gonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David told me he loved me for the first time 2 weeks into our relationship. I didn't say it back for a very long time. (Ok, so it freaked me out a little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David proposed in August of that same year while we were visiting some of my friends in Findlay Ohio. We had just gotten back from swimming and were changing in our hotel room. (Real romantic huh?) I said yes. There was no ring involved. (EVER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way home from Findlay, we talked about our plans. Picked out kids names, talked about schooling, where we would live, where we would go on our honeymoon. You know, all the stuff you talk about. (I think??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, she cried. Mom told my whole family, when I asked her not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next like 9 months, things were fabulous. We went on trips together, were together every single moment..it was great. Then I started asking when he was going to tell his family about our "engagement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the fighting started. I don't believe that David &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really planned to tell his family or marry me for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up in October, two years later. I have no idea actually why. Other than the fighting and things seemed to be fading. I got an email the Monday after Sweetest Day (after trying to get ahold of him all weekend) saying that he didn't love me anymore and he was sorry for not being able to be the man I needed. I got no other explaination then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tomorrow for David, part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your questions now...I'll try to answer as many as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114591051245918505?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114591051245918505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114591051245918505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114591051245918505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114591051245918505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/david-part-one.html' title='David, part one...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114553321761687218</id><published>2006-04-20T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T07:41:43.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida vs. Reds - Florida Wins!</title><content type='html'>Since so many of you (like 3 lol) want to know how things went on Tuesday, I shall tell you.&lt;br /&gt;After work, I rushed home and changed clothes, calling David to tell him I was there, while stumbling around putting my jeans on. (Quite I sight!) Put make up on (don't wear it to work) and ran around looking for my shoes. David arrived. Now, to me this is kind of freaky … we had almost the same outfit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday it was only about 65 here in Ohio. Since we were going down to Cincinnati to the ball park, which is on the Ohio River, I thought I should probably wear jeans and a sweatshirt. So, that is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Jeans - Blue&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt - Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - Nike, blue and white&lt;br /&gt;David:&lt;br /&gt;Jeans - Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shirt - Blue &amp;amp; Grey&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - Nike, blue and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't sound like the same outfit but it was scary how much we looked alike. Of course, he didn't have a blue sparkly barrette in his hair! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took his jeep downtown, with the top down, which did wonderful things for my hair. Stopped at Skyline to eat (seeing a trend here?) and then headed to the ball park. I asked about our seats and here is how our conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Hey, what kind of seats do we have?&lt;br /&gt;D - I don't know&lt;br /&gt;S - Huh?&lt;br /&gt;D - We don't exactly have tickets&lt;br /&gt;S - *stops in middle of sidewalk to stare* What?&lt;br /&gt;D - We don't have tickets yet&lt;br /&gt;S - You're kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;D - No.&lt;br /&gt;S - David Ashley….(At this point I am shaking my head and looking at him disgusted) *Ashley is his middle name*&lt;br /&gt;D - You should trust me&lt;br /&gt;S - Mmmmhmmmm…&lt;br /&gt;D - We'll get seats&lt;br /&gt;S - I will not take part of you buying from a scalper&lt;br /&gt;D - I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't. The game was no where near being sold out and he bought tickets at the Will Call window. I felt like a big huge butt head. (But I never let on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets were decent seats, we settled in, watched the game and talked the whole time. I really thought I'd feel weird, kind of like I felt when I wrote the post about it but it was fine. I didn't even think about it actually. Until, he poked my stomach while I was stretching. That's about the only time I wondered where this was all going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to be comfortable with him. I know what he's all about or at least it seems that way. I can tell what he is going to say next or where he's headed when he talks, I can almost finish his sentences and have a few times actually. I can tell you what he's going to order at Skyline and how he's going to eat it. I know all of his jokes and most of his secrets. It's comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. (This is me analyzing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, we had a nice time and I was glad I went. It was fun to get out and be myself again. I'm trying to not read into anything and just have a good time. If for some reason, the situation shifts, I'll cross that bridge. Right now, I have just decided to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also prayed about it. I'm sure David has too. (He's a Christian!) I just know that I enjoy his company and can be myself around him. We'll see what happens and I will keep everyone posted if you all want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reds lost by the way. 12-6 Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? (I am sorry if this post does not make much sense, I am writing this at 7:30 my time and I am really tired.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114553321761687218?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114553321761687218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114553321761687218' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114553321761687218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114553321761687218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/florida-vs-reds-florida-wins.html' title='Florida vs. Reds - Florida Wins!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114547699731249847</id><published>2006-04-19T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:03:17.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: R espect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114547699731249847?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114547699731249847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114547699731249847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114547699731249847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114547699731249847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/wednesday-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Wednesday Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114538892227903606</id><published>2006-04-18T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:35:22.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ball game...</title><content type='html'>So, I am going to the Cincinnati Reds game tonight. I am looking forward to it. I am a little nervous though. I am going with an past flame. We were engaged like eons ago (more like 4 years ago). He's changed a lot and so have I. I won't tell you how we got in touch again (get your mind out of the gutter people) but we have agreed to try to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out on Friday night and had a relatively good time. We went to Barnes &amp; Noble and then to Skyline for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very comfortable around him, which is kind of strange for me. We were engaged for almost 2 years so I know him very well. He hasn't changed all that much, except that he is older and little more mature. It's discomforting to me because it was easy to fall back into that "familiar" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO DO!!! Did you hear that? NOT WHAT I WANT TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking for months now. We just "went out" for the first time Friday. He sent me a tex message on Saturday (doncha love technology?) and asked if I wanted to go to the Reds game. I said sure. I mean it sounded like a good time. Now I am freaking out. I second guess myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I analyze! Most of you don't realize this, I know. (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is all geeked out. "Are you guys getting back together?" "How is David?" "Have you talked to David?" (Can you tell my dad really liked him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I talk to David about this? Or should I just take this as a friendship thing and see what happens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114538892227903606?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114538892227903606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114538892227903606' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114538892227903606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114538892227903606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take me out to the ball game...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114536047056768408</id><published>2006-04-18T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:41:10.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged yet again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://reverberate58.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Echo&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this so I think I will play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I've Had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;Bagger/Cashier at a local grocery store, Penn Station (restaurant), American Standard, working at a local Drive-Thru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Movies I could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia, What a Girl Wants, Dirty Dancing, Willy Wonka &amp; The Chocolate Factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Websites I visit regularly:&lt;br /&gt;CNN.com,  Blogger.com,  Yahoo.com, All my blogging "friends" websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Beach, At home asleep, With my family, Shopping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 favorite foods: Pasta, Chicken, Cereal, Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Book I could read over and over:&lt;br /&gt;Demons Don't Dream - Piers Anthony, Anything by Laural K. Hamilton,  The Losers - David Eddings,  The "In Death" series by J.D. Robb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Songs I could Listen to over and over:&lt;br /&gt;Anything by David Phelps (Duh!), Amazing Grace, My Redeemer Lives, You are my Sunshine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 Reasons Why I Blog:&lt;br /&gt;To express myself, To meet new people, I like to write, I like to think of myself as creative&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, I have no idea if my "friends" have already been tagged.  So if you haven't and want to play - TAG!  You are it!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114536047056768408?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114536047056768408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114536047056768408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114536047056768408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114536047056768408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-yet-again.html' title='Tagged yet again....'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114529880007733922</id><published>2006-04-17T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:33:20.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://www.she-lives.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with "A Simple Pleasures Meme"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to name ten of life's simple pleasures, then tag ten people to do the same. Here I go in the order in which I thought it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats&lt;br /&gt;2. Sierra Mist&lt;br /&gt;3. Pedicures&lt;br /&gt;4. Sponge Bob Square Pants&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;6. Hot water&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;8. A good cry&lt;br /&gt;9. Movie Theater Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;10. Getting a letter from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone I know has already been tagged!  LOL  So, anyone reading this, that hasn't - TAG!  You are it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114529880007733922?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114529880007733922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114529880007733922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114529880007733922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114529880007733922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged Again!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114529431092518903</id><published>2006-04-17T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:18:30.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Meme</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me with "A Weird Meme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm told I must do:&lt;br /&gt;1. I must make a list of six weird things about myself (This is assuming I am weird, right? lol) Then I must tag six people to tell me how they are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I must go to the blogs of those I've tagged and leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and send them back to my site to find out more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot drive without some kind of noise inside the car.  Music, talk radio, people talking...has to be something other than silence.&lt;br /&gt;2. I watch Will &amp; Grace constantly.  All the time people.  &lt;br /&gt;3. I can tell when my mom has a migraine.  My shoulders hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4. I let my cat Tommy lick and chew on my chin.  Most people would make him go away.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am covered with moles.  &lt;br /&gt;6. My underwear and bra must match or I will not leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the people I'm tagging:, &lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Minnie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.daystocome.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jeana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="htthttp://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com//" target="_blank"&gt;Blond Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://momrn2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mom RN2&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://faithfulmommy.typepad.com/faithful_mommy/" target="_blank"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114529431092518903?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114529431092518903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114529431092518903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114529431092518903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114529431092518903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-meme.html' title='A Weird Meme'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114503325699441707</id><published>2006-04-14T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:24:27.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/three_crosses.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/three_crosses.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/easter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/Jesus__cross.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;So, it's Good Friday. I asked my mom this morning, why it was called Good Friday. Her response was "Jesus died today." Well, I KNEW THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question was why is it considered GOOD Friday when someone died today? I think I figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good day because JESUS DIED FOR ME! And you there in the purple and you there, the blonde..., yes you…and you and you and YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came, he lived, he died…sorry sorry sorry…quoting a David Phelps song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and thought about what I should write today because of the Easter Holiday. I was going through some old emails today and found one from my friend Jeana about the Roman Road to Salvation. Well, it helps answer some questions about Easter too! This is a great site and has helped me in my new journey to the Lord. So I will pass it on to you. It helps explain the meanings of things better than I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotquestions.org/easter-origins.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;http://www.gotquestions.org/easter-origins.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I verse I found…(not sure how I found it but I did)…&lt;br /&gt;" [The Resurrection of Christ ] Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, "- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15:1, 3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (yes there is more!) a verse from David Phelps…HEY! I hear the groans. He's a great artist okay. SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN! (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He was born of a virgin one holy night in the little town of Bethlehem. All the angels singing praises to the great I AM. He walked on the water, healed the lame, and made the blind to see. And for the first time here on earth, did you know that God could be a friend? And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong, He was the one the crowd chose. And then He walked and He died, but three days later, three days later, three days later... He rose! Three days later He rose! You see, He came, He lived, and He died, but that was the end of the beginning.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no matter how you celebrate Easter…celebrate the fact that someone, someone very special, died for us and rose for us. He conquered death. He lives. And best of all HE FORGIVES.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am cheesy but I can't help it. I am glad to be his daughter and be saved by his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114503325699441707?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114503325699441707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114503325699441707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114503325699441707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114503325699441707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114494523130364540</id><published>2006-04-13T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:25:10.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;....from sickness land. I was sick most of the weekend and into this week. I'll spare you the details as I'm sure you all don't really want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday was my first day back at work and I was busy catching up. And I've not really felt much like blogging lately. *gasps from crowd* I know, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have just been really busy. I visit my dad every night at the nursing home, I'm so worried about him and all his cancer mess. He's so depressed and I just don't know what to do. I'm praying for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm kind of losing my ground and feel kind of lost. I'm so very worried about my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't feel much like talking now. I'll hopefully have more to write tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114494523130364540?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114494523130364540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114494523130364540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114494523130364540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114494523130364540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114443580047095912</id><published>2006-04-07T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:25:27.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;....so I get to sleep in tomorrow! YEAH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't have much to say today. Tired and feeling sort of disconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was going to take this post and make it about this "idea" I had but I don't feel like typing it all out right now. Maybe I will tell you all about it on Monday. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to leave here in a little bit though so I can go to my "yearly" exam. BLAH! Not looking forward to that at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh well, better go and finish up my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God Bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114443580047095912?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114443580047095912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114443580047095912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114443580047095912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114443580047095912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114432221213673450</id><published>2006-04-06T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:17:50.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen about my Cats!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;My cats!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. They are considered Domestic Short Hair&lt;br /&gt;2. I adopted them from Petsmart&lt;br /&gt;3. It was 120 dollars for the two of them&lt;br /&gt;4. They were already "fixed"&lt;br /&gt;5. They are orange and white&lt;br /&gt;6. Chester is very laid back and has long hair - his orange is very bright&lt;br /&gt;7. Tommy is high strung (as you know from previous posts) and has short hair - his orange is almost ruddy looking, like a brown&lt;br /&gt;8. Tommy is very nosy, his nickname is Nosy Parker&lt;br /&gt;9. Chester loves to lay on his back (anywhere) and watch people, he almost looks drunk&lt;br /&gt;10. Chester loves to eat cheese and ham&lt;br /&gt;11. If you are drinking Diet Coke - Tommy will put his paw in it (repeatedly) and drink it off his paw (He's just trying to watch his weight lol)&lt;br /&gt;12. Tommy loves to lay on my chest and chew on my chin (I really don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;13. Both of them are into everything, nothing is sacred when you have cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursday-thirteen-about-my-cats.html' title='Thursday Thirteen about my Cats!  :)'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114425998750948373</id><published>2006-04-05T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:59:47.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a survey!  :)  I like surveys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12/13/78&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidney OH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hamilton OH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hazel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently...brownish red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5/6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;German&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A free one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Losing weight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;?????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it that time already?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Between 9 -10 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Grandpa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the most part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on :&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been on what? CRACK? No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on++++++%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes - a LONG LONG time ago but I am forgiven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peacefully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ireland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cares?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cares?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taller than me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More than me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Causal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUH??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+++++++I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh...who knows?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114425998750948373?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114425998750948373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114425998750948373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114425998750948373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114425998750948373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-found-survey-i-like-surveys.html' title='I found a survey!  :)  I like surveys...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114417526958928865</id><published>2006-04-04T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:26:24.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am just blown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.she-lives.typepad.com/"&gt;Carol&lt;a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; wrote this beautiful post about me today. I am floored. Since she wrote that post, so many people have written to me (by leaving me comments) praising me, lifting me up and promising prayer. How do I begin to thank each and every one of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There just are no words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114417526958928865?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114417526958928865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114417526958928865' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114417526958928865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114417526958928865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114409556694710542</id><published>2006-04-03T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:06:12.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No flushing in the boys room...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Now that I am finished with the Indie Virus (at least hopefully) I thought I should post this funny email that we got from our general manager today. He sent this to the whole office and I just about laughed my butt off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, April 03, 2006 11:51 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;br /&gt;Subject: FW: MENS ROOM&lt;br /&gt;Folks, we are better than this. I’m VERY DISAPPOINTED that we have people like this. I also noticed this fact this morning so maybe we have a few that choose not to flush. If this continues, we will have to decide what we will have to do next on the few people that don’t follow common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, April 03, 2006 11:25 AM&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;Subject: MENS ROOM&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, there is still someone not flushing the urinal in the men’s room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114409556694710542?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114409556694710542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114409556694710542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114409556694710542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114409556694710542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-flushing-in-boys-room.html' title='No flushing in the boys room...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114407507902591578</id><published>2006-04-03T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:27:28.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indie Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;So, my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; &amp;amp; Echo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;infected me with this virus! It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;The Indie Virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearsonified.com/2006/03/the_virus_you_want_to_catch.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;http://www.pearsonified.com/2006/03/the_virus_you_want_to_catch.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finer Points&lt;br /&gt;The experiment, henceforth referred to as "The Indie Virus," has two goals:&lt;br /&gt;To bring exposure to lesser known blogs (especially those outside of Technorati's top 100)&lt;br /&gt;To explore the metrics behind a viral linking campaign launched by the "little guys" (less popular blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of rehashing the ideas here, I'll send you on over to Copyblogger to see how this thing progressed in the comments. I think people are skeptical, but the bottom line is that this is just a casual experiment. Launching it doesn't really cost a thing, so why not try it? I'm just hoping for enough results that I'll be able to crunch a few numbers. Consider it an experiment in marketing with blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;Participating in The Indie Virus is easy. All you've got to do is link to lesser known blogs from within a post (or two, or eleventeen), but you have to make sure that the anchor text of your link is The Indie Virus. This is critical, because in order to track the experiment, I'll be searching for the phrase "The indie Virus" on common engines like Technorati, Google, and Yahoo! Oh, and also, make sure that you link directly to a post WITH A TRACKBACK and not to the site itself - it speaks louder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;(I have no idea what half of that crap means, I just copied and pasted from Echo's site! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a virus..... a very contagious virus. Here is who I am infecting with this virus... (bloggers who make me think and smile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Minnie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://minniemoments1.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;MOM RN2 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://momrn2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://momrn2.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Blond Girl - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://blondgirlrants.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Geekwif - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geekwif.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://geekwif.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cornia - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://corinasworkout.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pam - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamsponderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://pamsponderings.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Have a great day everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114407507902591578?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114407507902591578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114407507902591578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114407507902591578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114407507902591578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/04/indie-virus.html' title='The Indie Virus'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114383816793396090</id><published>2006-03-31T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:28:19.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;....In...Deep Breath out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I talked to &lt;a href="http://laughter4daystocome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; today. I was honest and told her all my thoughts and questions. After quite a few emails, I realized that everything everyone, including Jeana, said was true. Maybe I was making a big deal over nothing. Maybe I was overwhelmed with facts and decisions and overlooked the simplicity of all of it. Maybe I should really just go to God as I am and tell him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jeana said I should tell God I wanted him in my life and to help show me the next step, so that is what I did. Right here at work. I closed my eyes, said a few words and wrote back to Jeana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't feel changed. I didn't expect to. I did feel kind of relieved though to be honest. Now, I'm not making any promises. I don't know if I'll be in church on Sunday, I don't know if I won't make some huge "sinner" mistake tomorrow. But I am going to put an effort into learning how to pray (I suck at that.) and tonight maybe I'll read my bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This will be quite interesting for me. I feel like this long, winding road is in front of me and I'm scared to death to make this first step. I am sure God will help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you all for all of your help and thoughts and emails. A lot of you have helped me in different ways and I really do appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers. I don't know what to say about that. If you don't mind though, continue to pray? I am going to need all the help I can get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am not saying any of this to boast or anything. I just want to update people on my journey and thank ALL OF YOU for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is true, you can make friends on the internet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks again. We'll talk again on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114383816793396090?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114383816793396090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114383816793396090' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114383816793396090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114383816793396090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/deep-breath.html' title='Deep Breath...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114373248591743104</id><published>2006-03-30T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:28:05.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Christian Songs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;My favorite Christian songs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. With his love, sing holy - David Phelps&lt;br /&gt;2. End of the Beginning - David Phelps&lt;br /&gt;3. What If - Nicole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;4. Cry out to Jesus - Third Day&lt;br /&gt;5. I Can Only Imagine - Mercy Me&lt;br /&gt;6. Amazing Grace&lt;br /&gt;7. Just The Way I Am - Big Daddy Weave&lt;br /&gt;8. Precious Memories - This was my Grandpa's favorite song and we had it sung at his funeral&lt;br /&gt;9. I Choose Now - Anthony Evans&lt;br /&gt;10. We Live - Superchic(k)&lt;br /&gt;11. Voice of Truth - Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;12. Cry On My Shoulder - Overflow&lt;br /&gt;13. Redeemer - Nicole C. Mullin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114373248591743104?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114373248591743104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114373248591743104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114373248591743104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114373248591743104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-christian-songs.html' title='My favorite Christian Songs!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114366599151419923</id><published>2006-03-29T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:29:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortally Yours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So, I drive into work this morning, totally on auto pilot as I listen to my David Phelps CD, really clueless to the outside world. I pull into the parking lot and see this HUGE motor home, limo and random cars all over the parking lot. I turn my music down and survey the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly men are scattered about, seeming to be packing things up into a van and a few trucks. I slowly park my car and step out, feeling a bit nervous with all these men running around. One smiles and says hello and I nod and smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bit of background here - our company just moved into a new building. Our first day here was 3/13. This building is ENORMOUS. We have about 1/2 of the second floor. Cincinnati Bell (our local phone company, duh) is moving into about 1/2 of the first floor. So, I basically just assume that the men and trucks are from Cincinnati Bell. Of course, I hadn't thought of the motor home and why Cincinnati Bell would need one of these but you never know.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I head up to our floor, kind of anxious. WELLLLLL, come to find out, they were filming here! Yes, read it again...I will wait...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FILMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen an article in the Hamilton Journal awhile ago about the filming of a vampire movie here in Hamilton, OH. They were going to film parts of the movie at the old Mercy Hospital in downtown Hamilton and are using some of the larger (meaning more pricey) houses in West Chester (about a 5-10 minute drive from Hamilton). They also have filmed at the Greenwood cemetery and used restaurant in Middletown. (Again, another 10-15 drive from Hamilton). So, needless to say, we all knew they were filming a "vampire movie" and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! The movie is called Immortally Yours and should be out the end of the Summer-early fall from what I can tell. I don't know if the movie will ever make it to the "big creen" (obviously that is the goal) or if it will go straight to DVD. Either way, I know myself as well as a lot of my co-workers will be seeing it, one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they were filming here I am not sure. Our building is surrounded by a huge lot of grass and TONS (I do mean tons here folks) of trees. We also have two ponds in the front and just across the street is the Little Miami River. My colleague Brett said last night would have been a good night to shoot with the moon and all the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motor home and trucks are still in our parking lot. I'm wondering if they will be filming here again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small, po-dunk kind of town is going to be in a film. OH!! OH!! I also found out today that the new comedy "Sons &amp;amp; Daughters" is supposed to be based here in Hamilton, OH. They did not due any of the filming for the show here but re-built it in Hollywood. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that any of you care, but I will keep you posted on the movie being filmed here. Also, here is a website (on blogspot no less) to keep up with the film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://immortallyyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://immortallyyours.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114366599151419923?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114366599151419923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114366599151419923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114366599151419923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114366599151419923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/immortally-yours.html' title='Immortally Yours...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114357710568662443</id><published>2006-03-28T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:29:22.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with my brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My brother is home. From Florida. Well, actually, he went to KY then mom went and picked him up Sunday night in KY because he and his roommate/side kick had a huge fight and…well, it's all a very long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As usual, James left a city and left ALL of his belongings in that city. Yes, I know, he's stupid. But he is my brother and I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last night, I took him to see our father. Now, granted he hasn't seen dad since last July. Dad has lost like 50 pounds since then and has been very ill. He doesn't exactly look like that dad that James left when he moved away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After we saw dad, I took James to Wal-Mart, a.k.a My favorite store. (Seriously, everything you need is at Wal-Mart.) I figured I'd buy him some clothes (from the clearance rack of course) so he would have more than a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear around. (DUH! It's cold in Ohio.)&lt;br /&gt;Here is how that went. (I think this is kind of funny, so I wanted to share.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - Let's go back here to the clearance stuff to see if we can find you anything.&lt;br /&gt;James - Clearance?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes. Problem?&lt;br /&gt;James - I don't normally wear clearance.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh I'm sorry, did you have money of &lt;em&gt;your own&lt;/em&gt; that we could spend? We could go someplace else if you want to spend &lt;em&gt;your money&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;James - *silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - *pushes cart through aisle way, heading towards, yes, the CLEARANCE) Here, look, these shirts are only 7 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;James - And they are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Well there are more shirts over here.&lt;br /&gt;James - *picks up a shirt, looks at it like it is trash and hangs it back up*&lt;br /&gt;Me - Look…these shirts are 3 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;James - Some of these are cool. *picks out some shirts, I then put back what I refuse to buy (like the beer shirts) and we put the rest in the cart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - I'm going to look at some pants for you. Why don't you go over and find some boxers that you like? (Considering you only have the ONE PAIR of underwear you are WEARING)&lt;br /&gt;James - You can't go find them?&lt;br /&gt;Me - You want &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; to buy &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; underwear?&lt;br /&gt;James - *heads off to the boxer section, grumbling and then comes back with a pack of 3, size 2 XL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(side note here - James is like 6'2 and MAYBE weighs 190 pounds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - I don't think you need a 2 XL James.&lt;br /&gt;James - I have a big penis. (Seriously, my brother just told me the size of his UNIT??)&lt;br /&gt;Me - *trying not to laugh* That really has nothing to do with your waist size. You want an XL because that will fit your waist.&lt;br /&gt;James - Well, I might hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Why don't you go and look at the boxer briefs then? Maybe they will support you better and you won't have the "hanging out" issue.&lt;br /&gt;James - *wanders off to contemplate the underwear issue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - James? *pushing around cart, looking for tall, skinny dude* James?!&lt;br /&gt;James - *turns corner with pack of XL boxers*&lt;br /&gt;Me - I found these pants I think you should try on. They are a 36-34.&lt;br /&gt;James - I wear a 36-38.&lt;br /&gt;Me - No, you don't. Maybe a 36-36 but I can't find any that size. Could you just try these on please?&lt;br /&gt;James - Where is the dressing room?&lt;br /&gt;Me - *points to big sign just above our heads that says "Fitting Rooms"*&lt;br /&gt;(Wouldn't you know it the pants fit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me - Go and get a pack of socks please.&lt;br /&gt;James - What kind?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Do you know what kind of socks you wear?&lt;br /&gt;James - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Well then, try those. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Are men seriously this oblivious or is it just my brother? Maybe it's his young age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After at least an hour of fun (I use this term loosely) shopping, I head for the check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;James - Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Huh? *I am deep in thought over if I should buy the plain M&amp;M's or the peanut butter ones*&lt;br /&gt;James - Can I have some PEEPS?&lt;br /&gt;Me - WHAT?? *totally heard something else*&lt;br /&gt;James - PEEPS? *points to the Easter candy aisle*&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh….um, yea. *picks the peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's*&lt;br /&gt;James - You going to share those M&amp;amp;M's?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No. *smiles sweetly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sure everyone else's Monday night was just as fun! (BLAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114357710568662443?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114357710568662443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114357710568662443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114357710568662443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114357710568662443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/shopping-with-my-brother.html' title='Shopping with my brother!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114346450527511742</id><published>2006-03-27T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:09:11.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/ANA%20LAURA.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/ANA%20LAURA.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/ANTHONY%20EVANS.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/ANTHONY%20EVANS.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/Darencdbig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/Darencdbig.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/DAVID%20PHELPS.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/DAVID%20PHELPS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone! I hope everyone had a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the concert on Friday night was AMAZING! I had so much fun and heard the greatest music. Spent way to much money buying cd's and t-shirts. I feel so blessed that I got to go and hear great Christian music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Laua started the concert. She is beautiful and talented. I bought her first cd of course! She is only 20 years old. She has the greatest career ahead of her. She sang this song called: "Completely". I really felt that she sang that song only to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know, I am not a Christian. I have been struggling over the past several months because I really feel that I need God in my life. I have had several people helping me including: HolyMama, Faithful Mommy, Minnie's Moments, Corina's Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo….I have been struggling with all the changes that will have to be made in my life. These changes have scared the crap out of me! Ana Laura talked Friday night about how so many people feel that they have to change themselves before they come to know Jesus Christ. She said, "All you have to do is come to him and he will make the transformation." I got chills all over my body and cried when she sang that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Anthony Evans. He is the son of Tony Evans, Sr. He was amazing as well. He was so much fun and his voice just is so beautiful and breath taking. I bought 2 of his cds and a t-shirt. Plus I got to meet him! He's HOT! He has the nicest smile and he's so sweet. He signed my cd and talked to me about God. I was just blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course was David Phelps. Enough said. His music…well, there are no words. I strongly recommend picking up his newest cd. I LOVED IT. His testimony is written all over his music and all over his face. He's just the nicest guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every artist stayed until they had talked to every person, signed every autograph, heard every word. They seemed truly humbled by our small, po-dunk town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST FORGOT! They also had a comedian. His name is Daren Streblow. I laughed so hard I was crying and coughing and crying and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think if you can, pick up some of these artists music.  You will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114346450527511742?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114346450527511742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114346450527511742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114346450527511742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114346450527511742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114320357870121344</id><published>2006-03-24T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:29:57.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get tickets now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/DAVID%20PHELPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/DAVID%20PHELPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Step right up ladies and gentlemen, get your tickets now! The fabulous David Phelps is in concert tonight! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so excited. I get to see David Phelps in concert tonight. He is amazing. I don't know a ton about him, just saw him at a Gaither concert one night and was BLOWN away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;He sings this song called "End of the Beginning" that gives me chills and makes me cry every single time I hear it. (I have provided the lyrics) I really recommend picking up his music or listening to him online. I think you will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I will let everyone know on Monday how it went. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lyrics to "End of the Beginning":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Intro Music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was takin a trip on a plane the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;just wishing that i could get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When the man next to me saw the book in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and asked me what it was about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so i settled back in my seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a best seller i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a history a mystery in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and then i opened up the book and began to read from matthew mark luke and john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Chorus:He was born of a virgin one holy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in the little town of bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;angels gathered round him underneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;singing praises to the great I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;he walked on the water healed the lame and made the blind to see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and for the first time here on earth we learned that God could be a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and though he never ever did a single thing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the angry crowd chose him and then he walked down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and died on the cross and that was the end of the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thats not a new book thats a bible he said and ive heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ive tried religion its shame and guilt and i dont need it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;its superstition made up tales and just to help the weak to survivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;et me read it again i said listen closely cuz this is gunna change your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The end of the beginning he said with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what more could there be? hes dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you said they hung him put nails in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and a crown of thorns on his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i said i'll read it again but this time theres more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and i believe that this is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;his death wasnt the end, the beginning of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;thats completed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dont you see he did all this for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;then he walked and he died but three days later (3x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HE ROSE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Three days later he rose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You see he came, he lived, and he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but that was the end of the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114320357870121344?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114320357870121344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114320357870121344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114320357870121344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114320357870121344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-tickets-now.html' title='Get tickets now!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114312403633843487</id><published>2006-03-23T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:27:16.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Sponge Bob Square Pants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/spongebobcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/spongebobcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;why I LOVE Sponge Bob Square Pants!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. He's yellow&lt;br /&gt;2. He's square&lt;br /&gt;3. He's a sponge that talks&lt;br /&gt;4. He is always kind to people&lt;br /&gt;5. He's always using his "imagination"&lt;br /&gt;6. He lives in a pineapple&lt;br /&gt;7. His best friend is a starfish&lt;br /&gt;8. He thinks catching jelly fish is fun&lt;br /&gt;9. He works so he has a sense of responsibility  lol&lt;br /&gt;10. He wants to befriend even someone who hates him - Squidward&lt;br /&gt;11. He loves everyone and every thing&lt;br /&gt;12. His pet snail says meow - who couldn't love that?  lol&lt;br /&gt;13. He's so freaking funny!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114312403633843487?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114312403633843487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114312403633843487' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114312403633843487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114312403633843487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-i-love-sponge-bob-square-pants.html' title='Why I love Sponge Bob Square Pants.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114304308206216734</id><published>2006-03-22T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:30:17.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A PRIZE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/SBSP%20award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/SBSP%20award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/SBSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Since I have been harrassed about telling you who I was in the picture, I am telling you! (I was just kidding about being harrassed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;I was the one in the orange &amp;amp; white stripped shirt. Are you happy now?!?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;And you guessed it....Spongebob is your prize, for those of you who guessed right. For those of you who didn't (which I think was no one) you can still have Spongebob. I would ask you to post him on your website, but I know you won't. HA! (Please? lol) And yes, I made it all by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;I have pictures of my new hair cut but I am afraid to post them. The first one, because of the face I made, it is AWFUL and makes my face look HUGE! Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114304308206216734?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114304308206216734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114304308206216734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114304308206216734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114304308206216734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-prize.html' title='Finally, A PRIZE!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114295389429930558</id><published>2006-03-21T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:30:42.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow...Snow...SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/MW_radar600%20032106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/MW_radar600%20032106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/SNOW%20032106.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/SNOW%20032106.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up this morning at my usual time. (5:30EST) I was expecting to see about 2-4 inches of snow, as they predicted last night. Well, there was nothing! So, I turned on the news and listened to the reports as I got ready for work. They were saying the snow would start at anytime and we were supposed to get up to 4 inches before the day was out. We are under a winter weather advisory until 7:00 PM EST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for spring huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is a radar of our area. The second picture is of Cincinnati about 7-8AM this morning. I live about 30-45 minutes north of Cincinnati but this gives you an idea of what we are seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinks doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for going someplace warmer with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114295389429930558?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114295389429930558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114295389429930558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114295389429930558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114295389429930558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/snowsnowsnow.html' title='Snow...Snow...SNOW!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114288102933223892</id><published>2006-03-20T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:57:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am brave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I did it.  After all of these years...talking about it, debating it, thinking about it...I did it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I made my appointment and I took some pictures with me.  I told them this is what I want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I CUT MY HAIR OFF!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This was a big change for me.  I've had long hair all my life.  She took like 9 inches off.  It's hacked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I LOVE IT!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thought I would share.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Monday everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114288102933223892?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114288102933223892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114288102933223892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114288102933223892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114288102933223892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-brave.html' title='I am brave.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114700809140163085</id><published>2006-03-17T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:21:31.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa, I miss you!</title><content type='html'>My grandfather recently passed away in 11/05. I was very close to him. My grandmother and I were once very close as well, but in the past five years she's gotten dementia and our relationship changed drastically. My grandfather (rest his soul) quickly took her place in my life and we became fast friends. (Not that we weren't friends before mind you.) My grandfather has played a huge part in my life concerning my outlook on life and my feelings about God and faith. Any time I had questions in my life about anything, he was the man I called. Over the past years, I've taken one week of my two weeks vacation and spent it with him and my grandmother in Florida, making trips to the beach, eating Grandma's cookin' and lazing around. My grandparents always said that they felt so honored that their 9 grandchildren would come to visit them so much and how blessed they were to have such a loving family. I enjoyed these times more than anyone knows and am so blessed to have all those memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa arrived here in Ohio in October. My first night seeing him, I was shocked. A once tall, broad man now appeared shrunken and tired, his face hollow and his body shallow with weight loss. His eyes had the same spark, though now dimmed but he seemed tired and wistfull. I ran to greet him as though I was 5 again and was saddened by the frail arms that hugged me and his gruff voice (once soothing) mumbling how glad he was to see me. His time here in Ohio was short, as his failing health caught up with him after a week and half here and he was quickly placed in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the doctors and nurses, my grandfather slipped away slowly day by day and I suddenly found myself preparing my heart and mind for his death. He died a short 6 days after he was admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to share my thoughts and feelings with him before his death. I remember vividly pressing my warm hand into his cool one, tears streaming down my face as I finally told my grandfather what a huge role he had played in my life. My feelings like my tears, gushed out and at times I found it hard to even catch my breath while I was pouring my heart out to him. It was important to me to let him know how much he had changed me as a person, how much he meant to me and how much, if something were to happen, I would miss him. His now gruff voice, soothed my soul as he told me how grateful he was to have me as his granddaughter and how my life would go on, I was young mind you and how much he loved me and my family. He then included that should I ever want to see him again, in Heaven, I would have to straighten up my life and find the Lord. He impressed to me that I had already been shown the way by him and my upbringing and how much he wanted to see me on that "great other side." I was moved in ways I never imagined. All this week (of his hospitalization) I had never once thought of God or of Heaven. I had only questioned in my selfish manner, why this was happening and why was my grandpa so sick, after being such a wonderful man! No one deserved to be sick or die this way! Now, I sat stunned that even in his greatest illness, he was "witnessing" to me about his faith and his God. People from his church gathered around him and my family during his final hours, praying and "witnessing" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was so hard on me. I miss him daily but I do have knowledge now...I will see him again! I was saved not long ago. By the Grace of God. I will see you again Grandpa...I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114700809140163085?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114700809140163085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114700809140163085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114700809140163085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114700809140163085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/grandpa-i-miss-you.html' title='Grandpa, I miss you!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114260052550110642</id><published>2006-03-17T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:02:05.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/St.%20Pattys%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/400/St.%20Pattys%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello there. Here are a few fun quizzes in honor of Saint Patty's Day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Teal Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/teal-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you.&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks.&lt;br /&gt;Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caitlin Dillon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6f3e5;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You're 40% Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howirishareyouquiz/irish-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably less Irish than you think you are...&lt;br /&gt;But you're still more Irish than most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howirishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Irish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114260052550110642?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114260052550110642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114260052550110642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114260052550110642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114260052550110642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day-everyone.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day Everyone!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114251095867964512</id><published>2006-03-16T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:09:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen about what I am thankful for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#c3a8ce;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;What I am Thankful for!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. My Family&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom - I know she counts under family but I am thankful for her twice!&lt;br /&gt;4. My job - though I hate it at times, I am still thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;5. My car - it's kind of old and a little beat up, but it's paid for and it runs.&lt;br /&gt;6. My home&lt;br /&gt;7. My health&lt;br /&gt;8. My grandpa - He's passed on to be with the Lord now but I am very thankful for the role he played in my life.&lt;br /&gt;9. My friends - they are like family to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. My blogging friends - they are becoming my "online" family! You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;11. To be an American!&lt;br /&gt;12. Sponge Bob Square Pants - I know, I'm a nerd. I love him though, he makes me crack up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;13. All of my books - I LOVE to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114251095867964512?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114251095867964512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114251095867964512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114251095867964512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114251095867964512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursday-thirteen-about-what-i-am.html' title='Thursday Thirteen about what I am thankful for!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114245660235512335</id><published>2006-03-15T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:31:08.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!  I NEED SOMEBODY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Can someone make up something for me? I cannot seem to get a handle on it. Here is what I am looking for, I would like to make a very special award for all those who have guess right on my picture thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you have made these things and they show proudly on your website. CAN YOU HELP ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114245660235512335?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114245660235512335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114245660235512335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114245660235512335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114245660235512335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/help-i-need-somebody.html' title='HELP!  I NEED SOMEBODY!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114237097270450225</id><published>2006-03-14T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:16:12.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/1600/me%203.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2209/320/me%203.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can you figure out which one is me?  :)  I'll give you a prize if you can!  50/50 chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scrambles to figure out what the prize would be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114237097270450225?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114237097270450225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114237097270450225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114237097270450225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114237097270450225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures of me!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114227681364665666</id><published>2006-03-13T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:31:23.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....Sleep....Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so tired and I am not sure why. I can't stop yawning. Of course, it could be because I have been up since 05:15. And the fact that it has been raining for days (feels like months) here in Ohio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For the most part it's been warm but it's so rainy it's kind of depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I yawned again just now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know I haven't written much lately but I don't know what to write about. Nothing has "struck" me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114227681364665666?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114227681364665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114227681364665666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114227681364665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114227681364665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepsleepsleep.html' title='Sleep....Sleep....Sleep'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114190715874036027</id><published>2006-03-09T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:25:58.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13 about why I love my brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#c3a8ce"&gt;&lt;img alt="Thursday Thirteen" src="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/TT/thursdaythirteenpurple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #c3a8ce; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thirteen Things about &lt;strong&gt;why I love my brother!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He calls me things like baby, beautiful and sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. We look just alike - well, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Both of our names have 5 letters in it.  &lt;br /&gt;4. We have this love/hate relationship that only we understand.&lt;br /&gt;5. He has this uncanny ability to put things in perspective for me.  &lt;br /&gt;6. I can talk to him about anything.  &lt;br /&gt;7. He is a fabulous cook.&lt;br /&gt;8. He's fearless.  I admire that in him.&lt;br /&gt;9. We have our own set of private jokes that crack us up at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;10. When we fight, it's like World War 3.  But 20 minutes later, we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;11. He doesn't care what people think of him.&lt;br /&gt;12. He's very cute.  &lt;br /&gt;13. We love eachother very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysuspensionofdisbelief.com/?page_id=208"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114190715874036027?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114190715874036027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114190715874036027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114190715874036027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114190715874036027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursday-13-about-why-i-love-my.html' title='Thursday 13 about why I love my brother!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114184761014459343</id><published>2006-03-08T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:31:39.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Home Depot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, I work for American Standard. This is a company that makes plumbing fixtures, i.e. tubs, toilets, faucets, etc. I handle our Columbus Ohio facility and I basically put together truckloads and schedule appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our freight goes through Home Depot. (I know most of you know who this customer is.) I really hate calling these people for appointments, hence my title. And I'm going to tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 9 times out of 10, the people who answer the phone are rude. (We really think here, in our office, that Home Depot pays their employees to be rude.)&lt;br /&gt;2. You sit on hold FOREVER. Seriously, I've held for a Home Depot facility for as long as 40 minutes or more. Just trying to get the receiving department!&lt;br /&gt;3. 9 times out of 10, the people who answer the phone in the receiving department are rude. See #1.&lt;br /&gt;4. They never EVER want to take our freight. It's always, "We don't have room for that." "We are over loaded now, how can I take more?" "We can't take that freight until we clear room for it." "I can't take that Wednesday (the date we ask for.) I can take it Friday." ~ Seriously then, STOP ORDERING THE FREIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I mention they are rude?&lt;br /&gt;6. They are rude.&lt;br /&gt;7. You seriously sit on hold for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;8. The hold music is horrible. If you've ever seen a Home Depot commercial, you know what I am talking about. Imagine hearing: "You can do it, we can help!" about 100 plus times a day. It's a wonder that I have any hair left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Depot is our biggest retail customer and everyone here in this office, hates them. I would say 90% of our office shops at Lowes because Home Depot has basically ticked off EVERY SINGLE person here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening. I needed to vent. Can you tell that I have scheduled Home Depot deliveries today? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114184761014459343?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114184761014459343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114184761014459343' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114184761014459343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114184761014459343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-home-depot.html' title='I hate Home Depot!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114166646343708110</id><published>2006-03-06T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:32:18.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back Me!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I am back! (waits for applauds to subside) Did you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I missed you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know you are all dying to hear about my surgery so I will tell you day by day how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday: Woke up WAY too early and got ready to go to the surgery center. Arrived at surgery center and checked in. Was escorted back to a tiny room, instructed to change into a night gown (that is so paper thin...) and these lovely footie sock things. Got into a bed, got IV hooked up (that hurt so bad by the way) and waiting patiently for my mom to come back. Talked to mom and cried (I do that when I'm super scared).....then was wheeled off to surgery. PS~ I cried in the surgery room as well. Yes, I'm 27 and a big baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woke up in recovery and swallowed. PAIN!....wait, it't not that bad....got some ice chips and water...swallowed again...still pain is not that bad...Was in recovery about an hour and half then got to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Almost got sick in the car on the way home. Bumpy ride and all the stops made me sick to my stomach. Arrived home and promply changed into my "comfy" PJ's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Really did get all the ice cream and popsicles I wanted. Went through like 6 boxes of jello and one box of popsicles the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friday: Pain still wasn't that bad. Eating jello and popsicles still. Pain medicine makes me very sleepy but I only sleep about 2 hours. Can't shake this itchy feeling I have. Am anxious to eat "more" food. I am STARVING! Get to spend about 2 hours by myself as my mom goes to see Grandma in the nursing home. Mom comes home, I take a hot shower and change clothes. Itching is WORSE, feel like my skin is crawling. Put call into the doctor. Mom rushes to store to get liquid benadryl. (We figured it out, I am allergic to the pain medicine.). After a few doses of benadryl and different pain medicine, itching goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saturday: all about the same, pain still isn't that bad. Popsicles, jello, apple juice and pain medicine. New pain medicine works faster just doesn't stay in system as long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sunday and Monday: Worst days. Pain is so bad, I cry a lot. Not sleeping at all. Grumpy, tired, hurting and scared. Wondering why on earth I did this? (Doctor did tell Mom that my pain would "peak out" on the 4th or 5th day then should settle down.) Found that chewing gum helps with pain. (I really have no idea why but it really does!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tuesday: Pain is backing off some. Chewing gum like crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Most of the other days are just spent sleeping and eating what I can. So far, over all, I've lost about 6 pounds. Doctor said 7-12 pounds lost is average. Of course, I'll put it all back on once I can eat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you all so much for all the thoughts and prayers! I missed you guys and your blogs!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is my first day back at work. I'm still really sore and after talking this morning have lost my voice. I'm tired and ready to go home! (Can I whine some more?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so glad to be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114166646343708110?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114166646343708110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114166646343708110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114166646343708110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114166646343708110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-back-me.html' title='Welcome back Me!  :)'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114064347892594915</id><published>2006-02-22T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:33:09.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to see the wizard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Well guys, a little over 12 hours to go, till Operation Tonsil removel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate but I will be unable to blog until I return to work on 3/6/06. If I can get access to a computer during my "down time", I will for sure be here to tell you guys how I am. As I know, the whole five people that read my blog will be worried about me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I will miss you but will be back soon! :) Please don't forget me while I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much computer love to all! Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - If you are up and remember, please pray for me around 7:30AM EST time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114064347892594915?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114064347892594915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114064347892594915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114064347892594915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114064347892594915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-off-to-see-wizard.html' title='I&apos;m off to see the wizard!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114062329789453790</id><published>2006-02-22T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:50:08.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of coffee are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this website on http://momrn2.blogspot.com/ website.  I thought it was neat!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114062329789453790?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114062329789453790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114062329789453790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114062329789453790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114062329789453790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-kind-of-coffee-are-you.html' title='What kind of coffee are you?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21811923.post-114055547785478196</id><published>2006-02-21T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:33:33.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOOLY CRAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;I have another friend! Check her out! Her blog makes me smile EVERY SINGLE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;http://heathersfunnythoughts.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That "harem" is coming along! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, so some people don't really know what an allergy bracelet is. So, here I come to save the day..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;An allergy bracelet is like a form of identification you can wear, on a bracelet or necklace, stating that medical personnel should be alerted to the fact that you are allergic to something. Say, you are in an accident and you have left your purse at home, if you have a allergy bracelet on, the paramedic can identify immediately if you are allergic to a certain type of medication or food or bug. See this website for more (because even my explanation confused me.) It's like a medical ID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanmedical-id.com/home/?usersession=W59E36B2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;http://www.americanmedical-id.com/home/?usersession=W59E36B2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope this helps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am so happy! I made new friends. All because my friends Kelsey &amp;amp; Jeana told me to surf around and leave comments for people. YOU ALL MAKE ME SO WARM AND FUZZY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21811923-114055547785478196?l=pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/feeds/114055547785478196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21811923&amp;postID=114055547785478196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114055547785478196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21811923/posts/default/114055547785478196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pleasedonthangup.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoooooly-crap.html' title='HOOOOOLY CRAP!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978319310301000114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/ChaoticMom/magroadprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
