<?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-1667096712982967723</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:06:56.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLANDGRL-T</title><subtitle type='html'>** TALES FROM THE DIGITS AND OTHER HAIR RAISING EXPERIENCES!!! **</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6973178637985137285</id><published>2011-09-27T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:07:50.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANK THAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvP8RY0moGc/ToKdhnj7K3I/AAAAAAAAApY/aj9kCtFT5eM/s1600/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvP8RY0moGc/ToKdhnj7K3I/AAAAAAAAApY/aj9kCtFT5eM/s400/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657257282811669362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhuXKbtM5VA/ToKdEIzYfSI/AAAAAAAAAo4/raLhIvhFAq0/s1600/download-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhuXKbtM5VA/ToKdEIzYfSI/AAAAAAAAAo4/raLhIvhFAq0/s400/download-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657256776338799906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--acWk1Lj3I0/ToKdEhK8OlI/AAAAAAAAApI/nH3sntMkMBM/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--acWk1Lj3I0/ToKdEhK8OlI/AAAAAAAAApI/nH3sntMkMBM/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657256782880062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you just gotta plank it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6973178637985137285?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6973178637985137285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6973178637985137285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6973178637985137285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6973178637985137285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2011/09/plank-that.html' title='PLANK THAT!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvP8RY0moGc/ToKdhnj7K3I/AAAAAAAAApY/aj9kCtFT5eM/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7994167698488792551</id><published>2011-07-26T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:50:15.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN MOSQUITOS ATTACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCHYV2gNm8/Ti98jPzilbI/AAAAAAAAAow/FIjeGBnCpV0/s1600/269989_1942266589597_1030417406_31729172_1354499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCHYV2gNm8/Ti98jPzilbI/AAAAAAAAAow/FIjeGBnCpV0/s400/269989_1942266589597_1030417406_31729172_1354499_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633858603843753394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you forget to put some spray on the poor girls face. Three bites to the head and a swollen eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7994167698488792551?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7994167698488792551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7994167698488792551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7994167698488792551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7994167698488792551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-mosquitos-attack.html' title='WHEN MOSQUITOS ATTACK'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvCHYV2gNm8/Ti98jPzilbI/AAAAAAAAAow/FIjeGBnCpV0/s72-c/269989_1942266589597_1030417406_31729172_1354499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7135750301357393094</id><published>2010-09-12T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:59:23.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOENIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TI2TdwgCqXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/95K-0SRgwWk/s1600/47114_1451449239470_1030417406_31080775_1796386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TI2TdwgCqXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/95K-0SRgwWk/s400/47114_1451449239470_1030417406_31080775_1796386_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516227258043509106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my black shadow. Miss Phoenix is just 2 and was always left in a kennel till a friend of mine rescued her. She was scared of people but mostly scared of woman. It took me just a week of talking to her thru the fence but as you can see now..... I'm her co-owner and she just can't get close enough to me. We have sleep overs when her dad is away and she follows me around, lays by my feet, sleeps by my side of the bed, licks me all the time, and thinks she is a lap dog as she slinks her way into my lap on the couch! My gourmet meals may have a little to do with her loving me! Cooked turkey burger with her food, well Cidney has that on her food so......fair is fair! She is just a sweet sweet dog!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7135750301357393094?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7135750301357393094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7135750301357393094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7135750301357393094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7135750301357393094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/09/phoenix.html' title='PHOENIX'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TI2TdwgCqXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/95K-0SRgwWk/s72-c/47114_1451449239470_1030417406_31080775_1796386_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1414126835809053529</id><published>2010-08-06T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:31:03.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CIDNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TFy3I1xcgsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/P6JrY3YGkhc/s1600/38377_1407661344800_1030417406_30978382_8343217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TFy3I1xcgsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/P6JrY3YGkhc/s400/38377_1407661344800_1030417406_30978382_8343217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502474207241208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just one of my favorite pictures of Cidney. She turned 9 on August 1st. Love you my Cidi-hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1414126835809053529?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1414126835809053529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1414126835809053529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1414126835809053529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1414126835809053529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/08/cidney.html' title='CIDNEY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TFy3I1xcgsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/P6JrY3YGkhc/s72-c/38377_1407661344800_1030417406_30978382_8343217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1846387611362580116</id><published>2010-07-14T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:39:17.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP IT'S BROKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TD6C0GBvPiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/P_8cLzAfulE/s1600/37269_1233247090332_1803835493_453171_2883864_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TD6C0GBvPiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/P_8cLzAfulE/s400/37269_1233247090332_1803835493_453171_2883864_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493972426921295394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise that the kid broke his wrist right before the 4th of July? Nope.... been trying to tell him he is not a semi-pro bmx bike rider!!!! Gonna be a long summer of lawn chair chilllin for this kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1846387611362580116?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1846387611362580116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1846387611362580116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1846387611362580116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1846387611362580116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/07/yep-its-broke.html' title='YEP IT&apos;S BROKE!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TD6C0GBvPiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/P_8cLzAfulE/s72-c/37269_1233247090332_1803835493_453171_2883864_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3801676418451242849</id><published>2010-05-29T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:51:42.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CIDNEY SPORTING SHORTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TAGoOG65mkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bLxn6d_SSUQ/s1600/31193_1348774672670_1030417406_30844012_2401997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TAGoOG65mkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bLxn6d_SSUQ/s400/31193_1348774672670_1030417406_30844012_2401997_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476843582188526146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The million $ dog got surgery again. This time a tumor the size of a half dollar on the back of her leg. Outcome? Is malignant, a sarcoma of the connective tissue, but low grade so no radiation. Just gotta watch it now to see if it grows again. The shorts are because she is traumatized by the cone, (lamp shade or satellite dish as we refer to it.) She stood in the same spot and drooled the whole time we were gone. Solution..... a pair of dad's shorts...... As you can see she is so impressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3801676418451242849?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3801676418451242849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3801676418451242849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3801676418451242849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3801676418451242849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/05/cidney-sporting-shorts.html' title='CIDNEY SPORTING SHORTS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/TAGoOG65mkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bLxn6d_SSUQ/s72-c/31193_1348774672670_1030417406_30844012_2401997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-4751403466977758324</id><published>2010-05-01T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:19:57.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT SKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9zvVbSreOI/AAAAAAAAAns/9BBSPKGouv0/s1600/28582_1321726076472_1030417406_30789599_5869437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9zvVbSreOI/AAAAAAAAAns/9BBSPKGouv0/s400/28582_1321726076472_1030417406_30789599_5869437_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466507199103334626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful evening sky in my neck of the woods!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-4751403466977758324?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/4751403466977758324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=4751403466977758324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4751403466977758324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4751403466977758324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-sky.html' title='NIGHT SKY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9zvVbSreOI/AAAAAAAAAns/9BBSPKGouv0/s72-c/28582_1321726076472_1030417406_30789599_5869437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5626873717920477965</id><published>2010-04-22T21:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:47:31.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TONGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9EXxZFvkpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/XjFyx2r9r9U/s1600/27022_1300550707101_1030417406_30749475_3076608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9EXxZFvkpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/XjFyx2r9r9U/s400/27022_1300550707101_1030417406_30749475_3076608_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463173960293126802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how you will see our mastiff Cidney sleeping. Tongue all out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5626873717920477965?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5626873717920477965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5626873717920477965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5626873717920477965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5626873717920477965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/04/tongue.html' title='TONGUE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S9EXxZFvkpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/XjFyx2r9r9U/s72-c/27022_1300550707101_1030417406_30749475_3076608_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2740450978165982725</id><published>2010-01-24T17:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:22:28.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP NUBBY 12/1/01-12/30/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvnMsncI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J5CDGBNt4hE/s1600-h/n1030417406_30191309_4154158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvnMsncI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J5CDGBNt4hE/s400/n1030417406_30191309_4154158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430465657817570754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvcdFeiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/89OVZEpND9k/s1600-h/n1030417406_30191304_5229351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvcdFeiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/89OVZEpND9k/s400/n1030417406_30191304_5229351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430465654933518882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvJky00I/AAAAAAAAAnM/tPov0TYBpr0/s1600-h/n1030417406_30191298_3360446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvJky00I/AAAAAAAAAnM/tPov0TYBpr0/s400/n1030417406_30191298_3360446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430465649865577282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zju-gwtFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Dz2VZoQBWs8/s1600-h/n1030417406_30191294_6693633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zju-gwtFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Dz2VZoQBWs8/s400/n1030417406_30191294_6693633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430465646895871058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjuruEs7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4fqn21RFVWM/s1600-h/n1030417406_30191290_6930832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjuruEs7I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4fqn21RFVWM/s400/n1030417406_30191290_6930832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430465641851433906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tears flow down my cheeks I will never forget the Chunky Monkey. We lost Cierra December 30th after a 2 week battle with a tumor called "hemangiosarcoma." I started with her not acting herself one evening and a trip to the vet at 2 in the morning to find her abdomen was full of blood. Emergency surgery hours later revealed a tumor on the stump of her uterus. Dr. K removed the tumor and Cierra was recovering well at home, then 2 weeks later she was bleeding internally again. Back to the vet at 4 in the morning for an ultrasound to find she was bleeding from another  blood vessel and not where the tumor was. We were then left with 2 options. A blood tranfusion from our other dog or euthanasia. The transfusion would maybe get us 2 more days so we decided to pick the later as it wasn't fair to let her suffer, let Cidney suffer, or let us suffer watching her knowing it was fatal in the end. I miss her greatly, all her kisses (we called it beware of licker), her 6 am alarm clock we called her gut, her sweet eyes, and her unconditional love! May you be sunbathing in the heavens above my girl! I LOVE YOU CIERRA!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2740450978165982725?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2740450978165982725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2740450978165982725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2740450978165982725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2740450978165982725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-nubby-12101-123010.html' title='RIP NUBBY 12/1/01-12/30/10'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/S1zjvnMsncI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J5CDGBNt4hE/s72-c/n1030417406_30191309_4154158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2160153155909799460</id><published>2009-12-08T17:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:29:20.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sx7vLCV2G3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/FYgq4gqc30I/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sx7vLCV2G3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/FYgq4gqc30I/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413026775032011634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says AWWWWW like a HOT tub inside when it's COLD oustide! Temp of the hottub... 101 degrees..... temp outside 12 below zero! BRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2160153155909799460?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2160153155909799460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2160153155909799460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2160153155909799460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2160153155909799460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven.html' title='HEAVEN'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sx7vLCV2G3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/FYgq4gqc30I/s72-c/IMG_2766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6613021850871071339</id><published>2009-10-08T12:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:15:27.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T'S BEACH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss4sNM0W_jI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SbXOuqweLNc/s1600-h/8529_1164803633509_1030417406_30459720_7693078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss4sNM0W_jI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SbXOuqweLNc/s400/8529_1164803633509_1030417406_30459720_7693078_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390294409299820082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach closed due to weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6613021850871071339?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6613021850871071339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6613021850871071339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6613021850871071339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6613021850871071339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/10/ts-beach.html' title='T&apos;S BEACH'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss4sNM0W_jI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SbXOuqweLNc/s72-c/8529_1164803633509_1030417406_30459720_7693078_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5523925217155892289</id><published>2009-10-07T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:04:57.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO CO-WORKER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss1hTmX1SzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DzhX66ymMpc/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss1hTmX1SzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DzhX66ymMpc/s400/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390071318378269490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note  I left co-worker before I went to lunch...... she used my station while I was in the Nail house. The note reads: &lt;div&gt;Mel's Bill...... you owe me!&lt;div&gt;Rent space        5.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water useage   6.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towels x2         4.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( 2.00 per towel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shampoo          2.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conditoner       4.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comb                2.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(from yesterday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total: 23.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pay with cash ONLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or send Frank over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss1hT_eagAI/AAAAAAAAAmE/pGNpbUMvakU/s400/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390071325116760066" /&gt; Note I received upon returning to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does Frank know about this? Nope, Mel just said she had a show she wanted to watch at that time and was a good way to get him out of the house. Just another great fun day at the shop...... Man I love the girls I work with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5523925217155892289?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5523925217155892289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5523925217155892289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5523925217155892289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5523925217155892289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/10/note-to-co-worker.html' title='NOTE TO CO-WORKER!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Ss1hTmX1SzI/AAAAAAAAAl8/DzhX66ymMpc/s72-c/mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8569530791389533173</id><published>2009-10-02T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:20:13.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COFFEE BUDDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SsbCnZvfhoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uTYg1IbYqyg/s1600-h/8529_1161275985320_1030417406_30450703_6747208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SsbCnZvfhoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uTYg1IbYqyg/s400/8529_1161275985320_1030417406_30450703_6747208_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388207986376148610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new little coffee buddy... such a happy guy and makes my day brighter! Thanks Ripley!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8569530791389533173?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8569530791389533173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8569530791389533173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8569530791389533173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8569530791389533173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-coffee-buddy.html' title='MY COFFEE BUDDY!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SsbCnZvfhoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uTYg1IbYqyg/s72-c/8529_1161275985320_1030417406_30450703_6747208_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5979226093886750378</id><published>2009-08-26T18:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:51:55.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PEG LEG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SpXV9WFER5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/C8PB6aXmdXc/s1600-h/6260_1135925471573_1030417406_30381892_5656629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SpXV9WFER5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/C8PB6aXmdXc/s400/6260_1135925471573_1030417406_30381892_5656629_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374436980212123538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't act surprised to hear that the mastiff Cidney has been to see the vet again. What might you ask happened this time? She broke her toe. How might you ask did this happen? Have no idea. She did eat crap off the deck and I was sure that she blew her neck out and treated her for that. A round of antbiotics and pain meds later, day 2 her foot was still swolen so to the vet we went. I was suspicious her foot might be broke at this point now. X-ray one told the tale. Lateral break in her toe. Critters are lucky cuz humans suffer with broken toes. Critters get to wear a cast all the way up to their elbow for 2 weeks till it heals. Into day 2 of the cast she broke the thing in half and had to go get another one. So now it's back to packing her 88 pound butt up and down the stairs. I giggle cuz the sound of her thumping around the house is not mistakable. Skyler's friend D started calling her peg leg. I told him to bad it wasn't close to Halloween, put a patch over her eye and she could be a pirate!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5979226093886750378?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5979226093886750378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5979226093886750378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5979226093886750378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5979226093886750378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/08/peg-leg.html' title='PEG LEG'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SpXV9WFER5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/C8PB6aXmdXc/s72-c/6260_1135925471573_1030417406_30381892_5656629_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-9213020058500746294</id><published>2009-07-19T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:49:48.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYLER'S NEW PURCHASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SmPbGMHvjQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNmXIO0QtsQ/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SmPbGMHvjQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNmXIO0QtsQ/s400/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368880880422146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road trip!!!  Skyler is now the proud owner of a 1938 Plymouth Coupe that he purchased last week and he and his Dad and bud Little D went to get over the weekend. His Dad can't believe that he is switching from Imports to Old School. It's a car in the making but in really good condition. Only one spot of rust by the back drivers door. He first said he was gonna make it a rat rod, but now he is looking at going with the gasser style like his Dad's 51 Henry J. I haven't seen him all day cuz he has been in the garage. This is sure a change from the kid who sleep till noon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-9213020058500746294?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/9213020058500746294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=9213020058500746294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9213020058500746294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9213020058500746294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/07/skylers-new-purchase.html' title='SKYLER&apos;S NEW PURCHASE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SmPbGMHvjQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PNmXIO0QtsQ/s72-c/IMG_2584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-368902188566542852</id><published>2009-06-25T21:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:52:10.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMURF DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkRFHmPJdOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/curTIsU4voA/s1600-h/5182_1106627539143_1030417406_30299836_3481287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkRFHmPJdOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/curTIsU4voA/s400/5182_1106627539143_1030417406_30299836_3481287_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351478254048474338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Cidney was trying to help Ken while he was spraying weeds in the backyard. I'm in the house and get a call from him, (cell phone to cell phone) in a very stern voice "Come get YOUR dogs." So I head out back, he's pissed and tells me that the dogs are blue from the dye you add to the weed mix. I'm laughing my butt off cause she looks like a smurf, and Ken isn't happy about it at all. Nubby comes to me immediately while Cidney is wagging her tail still wandering the backyard. She looks hilarious walking around with blue feet. Nubby doesn't have much on her, just the pads of her feet are stained, so I start with cleaning her up. Cidney finally wanders to the front to see what's up. With alot of luck I was able to get Cidney cleaned up with dish soap and water. She has a few blue spots on her, her toe nails and pads of her feet are still stained but that just adds character. Moral to the story? Dogs aren't suppose to be helping spray weeds. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-368902188566542852?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/368902188566542852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=368902188566542852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/368902188566542852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/368902188566542852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/06/smurf-dog.html' title='SMURF DOG'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkRFHmPJdOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/curTIsU4voA/s72-c/5182_1106627539143_1030417406_30299836_3481287_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-826039192068836571</id><published>2009-06-23T21:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:29:36.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT AUTO POSEY AND LOHRENZ STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkGnq5yMMpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/W3BU19la6Sg/s1600-h/5182_1103492660773_1030417406_30291634_1592148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkGnq5yMMpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/W3BU19la6Sg/s400/5182_1103492660773_1030417406_30291634_1592148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742187800539794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Skyler, Lindsay, and Kyle posing at Shot Gun Willys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkGmE39LHSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fr7WckHGiMM/s1600-h/5182_1103690185711_1030417406_30291931_3210315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkGmE39LHSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fr7WckHGiMM/s400/5182_1103690185711_1030417406_30291931_3210315_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350740434963078434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Doing the Wyoming gang sign.... 307&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the story goes something like this. Thursday night Mr. mechanic (Skyler) was upset and in a hurry when he decided to tear into the distributor of his Acura and kinda ruined what was left.  This made him even more upset because he wanted to drive it the next day to the funeral in honor of his friend Neil. So Ken starts to try and fix it and Skyler is on the phone with Kyle Lohrenz to see if he many have a spare or know anyone whom may. Kyle has a buddy in Billings that runs Honda's so he gives him a call and he said, "Come on up and you can use it, bring tools, I don't have any at the house." Well as upset as Skyler was and it was 8:30 pm I wasn't about to let him go alone. Kyle was up for a road trip, so we picked him and Lindsay up. Kyle grabs his tool and everyone loads up on Redbull (sugar free of course) and we are off to Billings. I don't think I have laughed that hard in a long time. Non stop stories. When we drove past Shot Gun Willys, Kyle told us stories about his day in the joint. I mentioned it would be funny to try and get Skyler in.... hahah  So we arrive at John's house around 10:30, grabbed the part swapped some stories and headed homeward bound.  I told Kyle that I could make up a good story for Facebook about him getting  Skyler in Shot Gun Willys. Upload a mobile photo! So of course we stopped for a photo shoot. Here is the pix I put on Facebook and the stories goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;big THANKS goes out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Kyle and Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lohrenz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What were we all up to lastnight? Midnight auto in Billings to get a part for Skyler's car then a stop by..... Shot gun Willys..... Kyle wanted to show us his pole dancing skills and wave dollar bills to see boobies. Funny thing... Skyler got in with Kyle's ID.... go figure... they look so much alike. By the way.... damn can Kyle pole dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got alot of comments from people. Well worth the memories. Thanks guys! O... and how'd I do at work the next day on 3 hours sleep? NO COMMENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-826039192068836571?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/826039192068836571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=826039192068836571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/826039192068836571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/826039192068836571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/06/midnight-auto-posey-and-lohrenz-style.html' title='MIDNIGHT AUTO POSEY AND LOHRENZ STYLE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SkGnq5yMMpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/W3BU19la6Sg/s72-c/5182_1103492660773_1030417406_30291634_1592148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8901528916239742609</id><published>2009-06-17T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:58:23.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. NEIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjmRE7UifFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hV7LZzZ3tAc/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjmRE7UifFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hV7LZzZ3tAc/s400/IMG_2562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348465546308516946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8901528916239742609?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8901528916239742609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8901528916239742609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8901528916239742609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8901528916239742609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-neil.html' title='R.I.P. NEIL'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjmRE7UifFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hV7LZzZ3tAc/s72-c/IMG_2562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2841091365611997004</id><published>2009-06-15T12:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:42:36.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TO YOUNG TO BE SAYING GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjaWEsASOkI/AAAAAAAAAks/5NuOANMzwQ0/s1600-h/n1553661412_6841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjaWEsASOkI/AAAAAAAAAks/5NuOANMzwQ0/s400/n1553661412_6841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347626614825040450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are morning the loss of one of Skyler's High School buds. Neil was the victim of a auto wreck yesterday morning. To young to be leaving this earth, but an awaking to his friends about choices in life matter. Deepest sympathy to his family. You will be in our hearts forever Neil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2841091365611997004?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2841091365611997004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2841091365611997004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2841091365611997004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2841091365611997004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-young-to-be-saying-goodbye.html' title='TO YOUNG TO BE SAYING GOODBYE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjaWEsASOkI/AAAAAAAAAks/5NuOANMzwQ0/s72-c/n1553661412_6841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-177790957092420029</id><published>2009-06-11T07:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:50:35.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjEKbVhkhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FcJnscCxwtI/s1600-h/IMG_2010_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjEKbVhkhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FcJnscCxwtI/s400/IMG_2010_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065697416185298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been depressing all damp and dreary for the last 2 weeks. It's affecting the folks I see every day. Me, the mold spores are making my brains feel smothered, (I can't think straight) my hair is a frizzy mess, (can't do a damn thing with it), my nose is running, my back aches, and I'm a tad depressed myself. I so need a huge dose of vitamin d (SUNSHINE). Well it's affecting the critters at my house as well. Cidney the mastiff at 1:30 this morning was having a needy moment. I woke to her moaning and groaning by my side of the bed. God forbid if she were to go to Ken's side, hell he wouldn't hear her anyway. I roll out thinking she needs outside. OOO-NO..... she wants touched. This is a daily routine with her. You have to be touching her and if you stop... well she will paw and annoy  you tell you touch her. So I sit by her on the floor for a few minutes, then end up laying on the floor with her tell I thought she was asleep so I could sneak back into bed. The minute I moved she woke up and flung her leg on me as if to say, "Where the hell you going? Don't stop touching me I need U." So I layed back beside her and fell asleep myself. I woke up an hour later and couldn't move so I climbed back into bed (silently) and made sure my leg hung off the bed to still be touching her. So this morning I'm all stiff and exhausted and Ken wakes up refreshed and ready to take on the world. I'll be making sure that won't happen next time and put the dog into bed with us. I'll get the sleep and Ken can have the backache. So this morning I go to give Cid some lovin and she disses me. Little turd. It's all about her time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-177790957092420029?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/177790957092420029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=177790957092420029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/177790957092420029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/177790957092420029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/06/touch.html' title='TOUCH'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SjEKbVhkhdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FcJnscCxwtI/s72-c/IMG_2010_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6690111126160381755</id><published>2009-06-01T17:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:17:36.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS AND THEIR TOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's a 18 yr. old to do? Got money and I want to spend it. First he wanted  a truck and 4 wheeler, then a motor bike, o and an Evo. So I settled on letting him spend his money on a gas powered remote control truck, to the tune of $600.00. WOW was the hubby pissed about this. My response? "Drugs or toy? I'll settle on toy!" So here's the boy playing with the toy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SiRrPzpzYYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vxdsrtrRKLg/s400/IMG_2522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342512977276002690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SiRrQDTx-LI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3BkUiatCntQ/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342512981478602930" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SiRrQjuSoBI/AAAAAAAAAjc/74eY1vVV6fk/s400/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342512990179729426" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Come to think of it,  the doughnut fairy hadn't been around since..... last Friday.  There are a couple of us that are the "doughnut fairies", I being one and Don. Today's doughnut fairy was Charlene. I put my order in and told her, "get lots of filled ones." After the arrival I hurried to pick mine out. Filled long john with nuts on top. This is fitting as I have a nut of a client later today. I seriously was thinking of having a few shots of anything with alcohol before the appointment. Wait, the wine guy is coming at 5 so I'll just wait till then. I'm thinking it will take more than a dixie cup tonight. That's all we have to drink wine out of at the shop. Back to the doughnut story. So we all eat our doughnuts and share with all our clients. Well 4 pm rolls around and co-hort Mel is caught eating yet her second doughnut of the day. She goes down to mix some color and returns laughing. She felt something in her bra and went to investigate. Low and behold, it was some of her doughnut. As the whole shop roars in laughter cause this is such a Mel story...Molly tells her "You just thought your boobs were getting bigger!" NOT! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3465363850796607284?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3465363850796607284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3465363850796607284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3465363850796607284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3465363850796607284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/05/shop-stories.html' title='SHOP STORIES'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1453387029966908292</id><published>2009-05-25T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:58:02.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME GAVE ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nJTqpKlZ9U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nJTqpKlZ9U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1453387029966908292?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1453387029966908292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1453387029966908292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1453387029966908292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1453387029966908292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-gave-all.html' title='SOME GAVE ALL'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7972794384263968027</id><published>2009-05-25T06:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:04:58.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ShqXaq-gdBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yl2VPyE0Heo/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ShqXaq-gdBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yl2VPyE0Heo/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339746792670000146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Memorial Day stand for? A day off? The start of summer? Parades and picnics? You can finally start wearing white shoes again? Although most Americans don't know much about the purpose or history of this day. Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on May 5th 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and was first observed on May 30th 1868. Flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war). It is now celebrated in almost every State on the last Monday in May, though several southern states have an additional separate day for honoring the Confederate war dead: January 19 in Texas; April 26 in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Mississippi; May 19 in South Carolina; and June 3 in Louisiana and Tennessee. Now that I've filled you in on some facts about Memorial Day....... God Bless all our fallen heros!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7972794384263968027?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7972794384263968027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7972794384263968027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7972794384263968027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7972794384263968027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='MEMORIAL DAY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ShqXaq-gdBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yl2VPyE0Heo/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1383425415040572373</id><published>2009-05-06T22:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:47:59.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CONE MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SgJmtu_K0aI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SDJKrQmOvZo/s1600-h/IMG_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SgJmtu_K0aI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SDJKrQmOvZo/s400/IMG_2517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937844653216162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stuff only happens at my house I'm damn sure of it. Yesterday around noon I called Ken about a question and he asked me WHY the dog was wearing the cone on her head. WHAT?! Ken leaves the house first in the morning followed by Skyler and then myself, and I didn't put it on her. HUH it's a mystery. I told him to go upstairs by the bed and see if the glass of water was still on his side of the night stand. He told me it was empty, but I knew all to well that it wasn't when I made the bed that morning. Mystery solved! Sure as crap.... the tubby nubby was in the cubby hole behind our bed. For what reason? The dog only knows. What's so funny is she stuck her head in the cone, was able to get out of the cubby hole, (this had to be funny as hell) and that she was stuck in it all morning. Damn dog! So Ken heads to bed later that evening and says, "The floors a little wet right here. Wait it's really wet over here." See the glass was full of water I told him. The sad thing is..... I can't quit laughing about it! Well at least she didn't eat dinner again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SgJmtVCFHpI/AAAAAAAAAi0/8LHLyYPpXi4/s400/IMG_2518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937837686103698" /&gt;This is the space between the night stand and the bed. Not alot of room for her to get out or in for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1383425415040572373?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1383425415040572373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1383425415040572373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1383425415040572373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1383425415040572373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/05/cone-mystery.html' title='THE CONE MYSTERY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SgJmtu_K0aI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SDJKrQmOvZo/s72-c/IMG_2517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-122453306052721804</id><published>2009-04-30T20:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:16:35.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpawNWYpdI/AAAAAAAAAis/he74yhc4gb8/s1600-h/NC0F4383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpawNWYpdI/AAAAAAAAAis/he74yhc4gb8/s400/NC0F4383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672893210174930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpawMsWMRI/AAAAAAAAAik/_-6wLvrjIsw/s1600-h/NC0F4345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpawMsWMRI/AAAAAAAAAik/_-6wLvrjIsw/s400/NC0F4345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672893033853202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpavwZv6JI/AAAAAAAAAic/1sPRtSMOymU/s1600-h/NC0F409%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpavwZv6JI/AAAAAAAAAic/1sPRtSMOymU/s400/NC0F409%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672885439654034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that Skyler will be graduating High School on May 24th. Where did the time go? He was just being brought home the other day. I love my son  and am so proud of the man he is turning out to be. I told his dad that I really don't think he will ever move out of the house tho. I may have to go find him a place to live. He won't leave because he wants dinner and his laundry done. When he does leave I will have to fumigate his room and remodel it. He is kinda pissed tho cuz we just added on to the house. The new room is 600 square feet that will be a fun room. Hot tub, big screen TV on the wall, and bar for entertaining. He told me, "sure add on when I'm about to leave." I told him, "Ya now we can afford it!"  I LOVE YOU SKYLER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-122453306052721804?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/122453306052721804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=122453306052721804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/122453306052721804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/122453306052721804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/04/senior-pictures.html' title='SENIOR PICTURES'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfpawNWYpdI/AAAAAAAAAis/he74yhc4gb8/s72-c/NC0F4383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-253062524074562412</id><published>2009-04-27T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:18:19.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGLE STEM ROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfZZVY9j88I/AAAAAAAAAiU/K9Kk5-19bA4/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfZZVY9j88I/AAAAAAAAAiU/K9Kk5-19bA4/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329545433052345282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of girls showing up at the bars around midnight with a bucket of long stem roses in every color? Well my theory is this..... It's all the left over roses about to die (like die tomorrow) that the flower shops are wanting to get rid of. They come to the bar and sell them to guys whom have spotted the girl they are taking a liking to. They purchase one and and give it to the lady with a smile. I was explaining my theory to some friends the other night, and low and behold at the table beside us there was this girl talking to the group, alone. Around 1 am she comes back over with her coat on to tell the group bye holding a ? You guessed it... a rose. A gentleman following behind her giving the guy at the table the wink as they walk out. I told our group of friends.... See the pattern. That guys gonna get lucky. Aint it funny how that works?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-253062524074562412?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/253062524074562412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=253062524074562412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/253062524074562412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/253062524074562412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/04/single-stem-rose.html' title='SINGLE STEM ROSE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SfZZVY9j88I/AAAAAAAAAiU/K9Kk5-19bA4/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8388127709932402601</id><published>2009-04-22T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:17:19.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIZARD ON A ROCK</title><content type='html'>The weather has been in the 70's the last few days and what do I think about this?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Se_PMyVuS6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IlSHF381aw/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327704702780853154" /&gt;Well I've become a lizard on a rock just soaking in all the warmth.  AWWWWW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8388127709932402601?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8388127709932402601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8388127709932402601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8388127709932402601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8388127709932402601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/04/lizard-on-rock.html' title='LIZARD ON A ROCK'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Se_PMyVuS6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IlSHF381aw/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-4225678105825091699</id><published>2009-04-12T19:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:44:32.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SeKUocfWiyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QFYHwYUrsPY/s1600-h/441335056_a0073fd87f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SeKUocfWiyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QFYHwYUrsPY/s400/441335056_a0073fd87f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323981132068719394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Easter! Hope the bunny was good to you. He was to Skyler. He showed up at my folks house too. Well funny story about the bunny and easter baskets. My brother's girlfriend Kris made him a basket and put it way way in the back of the closet to hide it for one and thinking the dogs would never go in there. Ha... Misty my brother's dog happen to find it in the middle of the night. She woke him up because he heard her licking non-stop. He nudged Kris and said something to her. She mumbled something then shot right out of bed to find Misty had eat all of the chocolate in the basket. Tin foil and all. She apparently really likes peanut butter cups. There was a summer sausage in there that she didn't touch. She must of had a sweet tooth. Man does this all sound familiar?  They even told us about how the carpet was all wet from all the gross thick drool. Is this funny? Yep I have a boxer that eats everything she can get her paws on. Well Kris was worried about the tin foil in her system, but I told her not to be. My boxer ate a whole loaf of banana bread once... tin foil and all, and she's still alive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-4225678105825091699?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/4225678105825091699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=4225678105825091699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4225678105825091699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4225678105825091699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SeKUocfWiyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QFYHwYUrsPY/s72-c/441335056_a0073fd87f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1739343123060746490</id><published>2009-04-10T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:58:07.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY IN MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>So what's been going on in my world lately? Well yesterday started out great till I was getting ready to walk out the door for work. Cidney the mastiff walked around the couch and.... great she blew her neck out again and was not walking on her right front leg and her neck was all twisted. So I find the neck brace and get it on and head to the cabinet for pain meds, then off to work. I started a side job, so it's been crazy working my regular job and this side gig too. Got a busy day at the beauty shop that morning and an appointment at 10:30 for my new side job. I get home for lunch and Cidney is panting, drooling, and pacing the house, so down goes more pain meds, shut all the window blinds, and turn up the TV so she doesn't hear or see anything to keep her calm. I head back to work for a busy afternoon and a closing call on the side gig to make $100.00 then home to make dinner and care for the dog. I again get to sleep on the couch so she doesn't try to go up the stairs and Ken and Cierra sleep on the bed..... ain't that nice?! Well off to the vet this morning with Cidney cuz she already had an appointment for the butt thing and Dr. K checked her neck out as well. So a shot of steroids in the butt, more pain meds and lots of cookies later we get to leave. Today's bill? $123.85..... that's cheap for me so I'll take it and run. So I'm guessing that the $100.00 I made yesterday will cover the $123.85 I spent today..... Man I just can't get ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1739343123060746490?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1739343123060746490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1739343123060746490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1739343123060746490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1739343123060746490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-my-life.html' title='A DAY IN MY LIFE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-9218715912011883349</id><published>2009-03-29T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:00:22.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>What's new with the kid these days? Well accident prone stepped on a nail lastnight that penetrated an inch to an inch and a half in the heel of his foot.  Thank goodness he was wearing a shoe cuz you can see right where it entered the sole. His heel is swollen and you can see the puncture mark. So Mr. Limp-a-long got to go for a visit to the Urgent Care Clinic this morning. After the pleasure of a tetanus shot and a perscription for antibiotics, he is to soak it in epsom salts 3 times a day. It's funny to see him limp around and complain that it hurts... I reply, "What hurts? The foot or your arm?" Hee Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-9218715912011883349?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/9218715912011883349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=9218715912011883349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9218715912011883349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9218715912011883349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5603061873784340486</id><published>2009-03-23T20:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:08:12.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NITRO CIRCUS ON WHEELS</title><content type='html'>These guys are insane....... Way cool tho!!!!!  Look for me... I'm the one on the dirt bike doing the "Superman!"  haha  I wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsC-QSRnFJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dsC-QSRnFJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5603061873784340486?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5603061873784340486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5603061873784340486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5603061873784340486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5603061873784340486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/03/nitro-circus-on-wheels.html' title='NITRO CIRCUS ON WHEELS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3762665641957963347</id><published>2009-03-16T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:01:01.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER VET BILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sb8EADNWuUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mXRgfNzI-Q0/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sb8EADNWuUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mXRgfNzI-Q0/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313970484228307266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well surprise that my dogs are at the vet again. I have been wondering why in the world Cidney the mastiff likes to walk by the bushes in the front yard and rub her butt in them. Well Ken notices she has a issue with her butt on Saturday and calls me over to inspect it. O ya an anal gland is infected bad. So an emergency vet visit, (of course it's after noon and that's when they close). Dr. K saves the day and sends us home with antibiotics.  Now it's Cierra's turn. She has been sneezing a bit which is not like her at all. Sunday rolls around and the poor thing is having sneezing fits that lead to back sneezing, her eyes are running and boggery, her nose is running and she won't stop licking. That right there drives me nuts. I start putting benadryl down her but she was still in misery. I wasn't sure if she was gonna make it through the night last night, and I got only a few winks of sleep between her sneezing attacks. Ken sleep very well if you were concerned about him. Dr. Dave got the honor of seeing Cierra this morning. "O" he said. "She has tonsilitis and horrible allergies." She gets a cortisone shot, antibiotics and cookies. So I guess it's Skyler's turn to get sick then..... God I hope not. But if he does... I'm taking him to the vet too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3762665641957963347?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3762665641957963347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3762665641957963347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3762665641957963347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3762665641957963347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-vet-bill.html' title='JUST ANOTHER VET BILL'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sb8EADNWuUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mXRgfNzI-Q0/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8788305894070706445</id><published>2009-03-08T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:50:15.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FACT OR CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SbQE9oIl67I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Zn055muiMbE/s1600-h/51D87S66P7L._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SbQE9oIl67I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Zn055muiMbE/s400/51D87S66P7L._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310875317368646578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fact or Crap?   You can put 33 bb's in the human belly button?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the answer to this is.... FACT!  I got a friend who has done this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8788305894070706445?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8788305894070706445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8788305894070706445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8788305894070706445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8788305894070706445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/03/fact-or-crap.html' title='FACT OR CRAP'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SbQE9oIl67I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Zn055muiMbE/s72-c/51D87S66P7L._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6967458591578427989</id><published>2009-03-03T21:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:11:55.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD TIMES.... GOOD TIMES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sa3_Lp_Sq3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/QEnEz9k6W_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sa3_Lp_Sq3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/QEnEz9k6W_Q/s400/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309180111454645106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well as the saying goes.... "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"    Well.... "What happened in Red  Lodge stays in Red Lodge!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6967458591578427989?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6967458591578427989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6967458591578427989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6967458591578427989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6967458591578427989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-times-good-times.html' title='GOOD TIMES.... GOOD TIMES!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/Sa3_Lp_Sq3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/QEnEz9k6W_Q/s72-c/IMG_2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1292897779879535001</id><published>2009-02-26T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:23:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKINNY BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SadjLz7BMwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wyofiTEMiqc/s1600-h/20211237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SadjLz7BMwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wyofiTEMiqc/s400/20211237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307319740446880514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This no-nonsense, tough love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous is soooooo funny. I totally recommend it. So if you can't take one more day of self-loathing, you're ready to hear the truth. You cannot keep shoveling the same crap into your mouth every day and expect to lose weight. Don't acted surprised! Smoking is for losers and so 1989 and totally uncool. Beer is for frat boys not skinny bitches. It makes you fat, bloated, and farty. Soda is liquid satan. It is the devil. Now don't go patting yourself on the back if you drink diet soda either. It's even worse. Sugar is the devil too. If you don't exorcise this demon from your diet, you will never be a skinny bitch. Coffee is for pussies and makes your breath smell like ASS. Whenever you see the words "fat-free" or "low-fat" think of the words "chemical shit storm." Are  you a pill popper and reach for over the counter medicine for every sniffle, ache, and pain? Toughen up. The Atkins diet. Hmm. Eat the flesh of dead cows, dead pigs, and dead chickens. Avoid fresh fruit. You are a total moron if you think the Atkins diet will make you thin. You are what you eat. Every time you put crap in your body, you are crap. It is a complete myth that we need a massive amount of protein. Have you ever, ever, ever, in your entire life heard of anyone suffering from a protein deficiency?  Have no faith: Government agencies don't give a shit about your health. So don't be a pussy and start eating the healthy foods you should be. These are just a few blurps that these self-taught know-it-all, former models talk about. So run down to the local book store and get a copy. They will have you in stitches....... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1292897779879535001?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1292897779879535001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1292897779879535001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1292897779879535001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1292897779879535001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/skinny-bitch.html' title='SKINNY BITCH'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SadjLz7BMwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wyofiTEMiqc/s72-c/20211237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8099407164927066604</id><published>2009-02-23T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:32:48.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUD MUFFIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaLp6Ej8RZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/avncphQrNPk/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaLp6Ej8RZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/avncphQrNPk/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306060494862042514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaLpiHdsMnI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IOyB-_6AEAI/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306060083324269170" /&gt;What a stud muffin right? HAHA... I was laughing at the side comb over cuz I think he may have been 5 the last time he wore his hair that way. Wait or I combed his hair that way. I wouldn't know if he even combs his hair now cuz he's always wearing a hat.  I'm actually very surprised he let me take these pixs cuz this is the boy whom hides in between both shower curtains in fear that Ken or I will pass by and see his butt! I've reminded him that I've seen him naked most of his life and wiped his bum. Trust me dear... paybacks are HELL! His day will come to be wiping my butt! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8099407164927066604?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8099407164927066604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8099407164927066604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8099407164927066604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8099407164927066604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/stud-miffin.html' title='STUD MUFFIN'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaLp6Ej8RZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/avncphQrNPk/s72-c/IMG_2221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1796693407680969869</id><published>2009-02-22T16:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:22:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BABY BIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since we haven't been able to find powerwheels and mimic the last two videos I've posted we had to pull out the ""baby bike." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHlhh4jwsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YUIiJNbqZoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHlhh4jwsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YUIiJNbqZoQ/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774200213193410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was not as easy as it looks. Balancing is very hard on this baby! Check out the rims....sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHlhjtMifI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OXh0WyzTpQg/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHlhjtMifI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OXh0WyzTpQg/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305774200702405106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to ride double with Little D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkyRs17OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/O64NArR5_oc/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkyRs17OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/O64NArR5_oc/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773388415233250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyler....Bee...beep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkyLVseXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/azCywGYhHSw/s1600-h/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkyLVseXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/azCywGYhHSw/s320/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773386707532146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working on some tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkx5iCCRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/d8twgrNLnCw/s1600-h/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkx5iCCRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/d8twgrNLnCw/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773381927438610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look Mom... no hands! WHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkxogSyqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GLiGnrF5jO0/s1600-h/IMG_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkxogSyqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GLiGnrF5jO0/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773377356745378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to look all GQ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkxZCAA3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/-BVDzuIKp84/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHkxZCAA3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/-BVDzuIKp84/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773373203153778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the final move....wheely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1796693407680969869?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1796693407680969869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1796693407680969869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1796693407680969869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1796693407680969869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-bike.html' title='THE BABY BIKE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SaHlhh4jwsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YUIiJNbqZoQ/s72-c/IMG_2192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6886041479769115818</id><published>2009-02-20T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:44:41.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR MIKE!</title><content type='html'>This is just for Mike. The f*** word is for Meg!  Thinking this would be fun too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUJBF8ZC7dM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUJBF8ZC7dM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6886041479769115818?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6886041479769115818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6886041479769115818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6886041479769115818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6886041479769115818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-mike.html' title='JUST FOR MIKE!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-4875810899415856246</id><published>2009-02-16T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:51:32.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER WHEELS RACING GREATEST HITS</title><content type='html'>My son and his friends want to do this! Actually I think it would be a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z1q5SrDbNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z1q5SrDbNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-4875810899415856246?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/4875810899415856246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=4875810899415856246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4875810899415856246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4875810899415856246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-wheels-racing-greatest-hits.html' title='POWER WHEELS RACING GREATEST HITS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7295266576496130444</id><published>2009-02-10T21:31:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:56:46.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRICELESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SZJZYmjUfKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rRwpBznM9Xk/s1600-h/s1230100779_30349011_8573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SZJZYmjUfKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rRwpBznM9Xk/s320/s1230100779_30349011_8573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301397990568918178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is JJ and these are gifts for him to promote "safe sex" cuz he's still a teenager and he don't be needing no babies.  Ya see, a group of us, (his father, mother-in-law, sister, etc) went out for dinner the other night and I got a brain storm. "Hey, don't throw away your wrapper that the silverware comes in, I have an idea." So I informed everyone that the wrappers would make a great gag gift... condoms. I have rubber bands at home that I'll put inside of them. Now Joy said, "What about wet wipes in these packets here?" OOOO yes. So we loaded up on them. The plan now was to give these great goodies to him at the Bowling Alley on Saturday night during league. As I was looking for the rubber bands, Ken says, "Do you still have any rubber bands from Skyler's braces?" I looked and DAMN I don't. Threw them all away. They would have been perfect beings they are the size of your little finger. We arrive at the bowling alley and I motion Joy over and into the back. We put a wet wipe and rubber band in each wrapper. I get the honor of presenting them to him, which I can clearly handle. As I walk out to the main room I look over at his friend and mouth the words, watch this. "Hey JJ?" He turns around and I hold the wrappers up and tell him, "It's best to always have rain gear buddy. There is enough for a week, (9 in all) and if you need anymore I can always get you some." The look on his face was priceless and the whole bowling alley was in complete stitches, I think I might have seen someone about fall off their chair from laughing so hard. Well someone has to promote safe sex being our school board doesn't think it should be taught in the public school anymore. So here's the price breakdown.  Wrappers.....FREE&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                                   Wet Wipes...FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                      Rubber bands.....FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       The look on JJ's face......PRICELESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7295266576496130444?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7295266576496130444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7295266576496130444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7295266576496130444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7295266576496130444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/priceless.html' title='PRICELESS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SZJZYmjUfKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rRwpBznM9Xk/s72-c/s1230100779_30349011_8573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6649234334618921402</id><published>2009-02-08T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:52:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BON QUI QUI</title><content type='html'>I'm just glad that this has never happened to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRmO-Fe6YkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRmO-Fe6YkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6649234334618921402?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6649234334618921402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6649234334618921402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6649234334618921402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6649234334618921402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/bon-qui-qui.html' title='BON QUI QUI'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3595689315880153949</id><published>2009-02-07T08:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:13:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DINNER DATES</title><content type='html'>Am I frickin crazy? OMG, so lastnight I took Skyler, Donny, Kyle and Eric over for dinner in Powell at the Chinese restaurant beings Ken is out of town. Mind you, two are 18 and two are 17 yrs. old.... and boys!  Of course they wanted to go in the pimpin ride... my Escalade. Before the night was over it was being called the short bus! We jammed to 20 on 20, The Heat, Pop2k, and was jumping channels to find Taylor Swifts song Love Story. Donny and Eric sang at the top of their lungs and knew every word. Believe me when I say that Taylor sings it much better. So we get to the restaurant and the boys are being... well boys. They seat us at the table and after we all go get our food I notice that the ladies beside are well....... very religious. The kind that wear only long dresses and keep their hair long. You can spot these type in a crowd. I remind the boys to be respectful and watch their language. The language never changed, they just talked softer. I'm sure everyone was glad to see us leave and I sure got the looks when we arrived and I was with 4 teenage boys whom were all hanging on me. NICE! If I recall correctly that term is called a "cougar." I being the wonderful, fun, easy going mom payed the tab, then decide lets go to Dairy Queen, Donny's buying. Ok so to Walmart for "molli coolz." Then back to the house where I learned all their secrets. Drinking and other topics. Did you know that if you put butter in the funnel on a beer bong it won't foam? WOW! They had a pole shimmy contest and then we called it a night. Of course I picked them all up and they need to get a ride home, so "THE KID" steals the Escalade key and they are out the door in a flash.  As Kyle put it, "They were pimpin dirty."&lt;div&gt;After crusing a few mains, so the chicka's might notice, Sky pulls in and tells me. "I want an Escalade, DAMN." Save your pennies baby, save your pennies! Oh if his father only knew. Needless to say, it's ruff having so many sons by another mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3595689315880153949?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3595689315880153949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3595689315880153949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3595689315880153949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3595689315880153949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-with-4-teenage-boys.html' title='DINNER DATES'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-781326474839393553</id><published>2009-02-04T20:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:01:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORIA'S SECRET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYpkRDLAdUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DjTFajIU53I/s1600-h/sub3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYpkRDLAdUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DjTFajIU53I/s320/sub3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299158155626837314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... Victoria has a secret. It's called the push-up bra. Do I own one? HELL yes, or two but who's counting. My sister and I decided to go try on bra's one day in Victoria's Secret. The latest and greatest bra was the push it up.... push it in. So we grab the size we think we need by what the sales girl told us. "You need one cup size smaller", we were informed. Well I'm a whoppin "A" and my sister is a "D". Yes she was blessed with all the boobs and I was left with nothing. I'm the after thought. So we go to the same dressing room to try these great creations on. We get them on and look in the mirror and we both start laughing our butts off. Crying is more like it. Why? Well I didn't have enough boobs to fill the damn bra out, and my sister asked me, "Are you suppose to be falling out the front and sides?" "I'm thinking not", I told her. The poor sales girl keep asking us if everything was OK. Ya we told her, but neither one of us fit in the bra. So needless to say we didn't purchase the bra's, and left the store still laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-781326474839393553?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/781326474839393553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=781326474839393553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/781326474839393553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/781326474839393553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/victorias-secret.html' title='VICTORIA&apos;S SECRET'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYpkRDLAdUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DjTFajIU53I/s72-c/sub3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-996242361519354701</id><published>2009-02-02T20:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:12:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S DONE IT AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYfDIBF6AlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hiKUMSnxFIQ/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418029124256338" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYfDIROKz6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/7q6w5yxpqZE/s1600-h/IMG_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYfDIROKz6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/7q6w5yxpqZE/s320/IMG_2158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298418033453879202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food addict was at it again. What may she have done this time. Gee?! Guess? She had a little bit of Skyler's 18th birthday cake. A little meaning... half the cake. Half white cake and half chocolate. That's suppose to kill dogs right. Not this turd. This isn't the first chocolate cake she has eating, and she is still alive. Ya see, I hid it in the oven and had to take it out to cook potatoes for the super bowl party and placed it on the back of the stove. Well miss "can't miss a meal" got it from off the stove and had her own party while we were away. Skyler was blessed to find it first and clean it up. I still found cake evidence on the cabinets, counter, and tile floor when I got home. Funny thing was she was bloated and was up most of the night moaning. I however was not impressed when I got home this evening and went upstairs and found two piles of dog doo! She can't poo on the wood floor which would be easy to clean, Oh no she prefers the plush carpet. Please someone tell me again why the hell I have her?! O ya.... It's Ken's fault. He wanted her to begin with! And for the record....he picked her out too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-996242361519354701?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/996242361519354701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=996242361519354701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/996242361519354701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/996242361519354701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-done-it-again.html' title='SHE&apos;S DONE IT AGAIN'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYfDIBF6AlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hiKUMSnxFIQ/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6674775494077627028</id><published>2009-01-31T07:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:33:15.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYRhD5GhtSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3xNkdrU_sQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYRhD5GhtSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3xNkdrU_sQQ/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297465781190243618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is this fine ladies birthday. How will it be celebrated? We all went for dinner lastnight and tonight we will par-take in the festivities at the local bowling alley with her. Why there? She's on a bowling league. I'll have a few cocktails and probably buy her a bottle of the cheap ass wine that she so loves. She's just not fond of the wine headache that it offers the next morning, but she'll drink it. I however will not be drinking the cheap stuff. I have my standards. TJ swan was the choice back in my day......EWWW        Happy Birthday girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6674775494077627028?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6674775494077627028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6674775494077627028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6674775494077627028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6674775494077627028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-krista.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTA'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYRhD5GhtSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3xNkdrU_sQQ/s72-c/IMG_2014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6852222948574937148</id><published>2009-01-29T21:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:48:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEARLS AND HIGH HEELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYKGrN2RroI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WPZSGFhdD8g/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYKGrN2RroI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WPZSGFhdD8g/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944188750933634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject came up at work today. When was the last time you cleaned house with not a hair out of place, make-up on, in a dress with an apron, pearl necklace, and high heels? Well June Cleaver did. She was the ideal wife. So the 60's show protrayed. Well welcome to the 21st century. I prefer my comfy clothes, thank you! Hair pulled back, no make-up, sweats and ole t-shirt. Maybe slippers in the winter time. I plan on burning some calories while cleaning, there for no need to look all made up when I plan on sweating.  Now as you can see, I'm far from the ideal wife than. Hell I can't even walk in high heels as it is. Would break my damn neck. So now that you have a visual of what the perfect wife should look like, I got to thinkin......I bet she couldn't pole dance! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6852222948574937148?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6852222948574937148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6852222948574937148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6852222948574937148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6852222948574937148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/pearls-and-high-heels.html' title='PEARLS AND HIGH HEELS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SYKGrN2RroI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WPZSGFhdD8g/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2914829884749293126</id><published>2009-01-28T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:49:03.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAP STAR</title><content type='html'>Gotta love a cowboy who can sing rap!&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f92YuLMrBd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f92YuLMrBd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2914829884749293126?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2914829884749293126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2914829884749293126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2914829884749293126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2914829884749293126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/rap-star.html' title='RAP STAR'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5696603662288358962</id><published>2009-01-27T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:33:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX-12BqxDUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/S5dLZN10DC0/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX-12BqxDUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/S5dLZN10DC0/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296151626576366914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you read about the toilet paper holder, so you know what a funny child I have. Skyler likes to have his presence made. Today....... he wrote his name on the frozen screen door so I would see it as I left for work. Shit head!!! He could have wrote "I LOVE YOU MOM!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5696603662288358962?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5696603662288358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5696603662288358962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5696603662288358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5696603662288358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/presence.html' title='PRESENCE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX-12BqxDUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/S5dLZN10DC0/s72-c/IMG_2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3297194749528597130</id><published>2009-01-26T15:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:16:23.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADULTHOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CWuJrKlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/I9VvFXNAbLE/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CWuJrKlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/I9VvFXNAbLE/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295743169947445842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CWaJ61EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WzLXm-pML30/s1600-h/IMG_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CWaJ61EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WzLXm-pML30/s320/IMG_2158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295743164579763266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CV987kBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yw62yoP1v4A/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CV987kBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yw62yoP1v4A/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295743157009092626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my baby's 18th birthday. Hard to believe that I was tickling him and tossing him around in the air just the other day, now he does this to me! His favorite things to do to me are, pick me up and hold me upside down, flip me around in the air, bear hug me tell I can't breath, grab my hands and play "mercy", but the ultimate fav of his is to come around the back of me and stick his stinky arm pit in my face. EWWW!!!! Boy's his age have nasty smelling hormones. The term in our house is...."what's that FUNK I smell?" (speaking of his room which we will have to fumigate when he leaves) It's really frightening to think that he has to sign up for the draft now, he can vote, and that in 4 months he will graduate high school and move out on his own. My baby's growing up and as sad as it is, he will never be far.... he'll still want dinner and his laundry done!  I LOVE YOU SKYLER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3297194749528597130?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3297194749528597130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3297194749528597130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3297194749528597130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3297194749528597130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/adulthood.html' title='ADULTHOOD'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SX5CWuJrKlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/I9VvFXNAbLE/s72-c/IMG_2155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7971966981854049363</id><published>2009-01-19T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:59:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXU99vkuEDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ql0sbptvD1s/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXU99vkuEDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ql0sbptvD1s/s320/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205067995680818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Verizon commercial says...... "These are MY PEOPLE, they are MY NETWORK"!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7971966981854049363?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7971966981854049363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7971966981854049363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7971966981854049363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7971966981854049363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-people.html' title='MY PEOPLE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXU99vkuEDI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ql0sbptvD1s/s72-c/IMG_2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2422192818694628285</id><published>2009-01-18T14:50:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:27:54.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE HATS CAME OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lastnight turned into comedy central. A bunch of us got together and well......Terry the life of the party started sporting hats that just happen to be....hanging around the place. Others felt inclined to sport them as well. Am I one??? Yep! Viewer discretion advised!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnYIu4tSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nExjqAJISJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnYIu4tSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nExjqAJISJ0/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758020193301794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry as Gilligan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnYB7aObI/AAAAAAAAAd8/anVAWT-n4TQ/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnYB7aObI/AAAAAAAAAd8/anVAWT-n4TQ/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758018366781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry as a mouseketeer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnCAqaBEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/L5XPS72_z8o/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnCAqaBEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/L5XPS72_z8o/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757640069907522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry displaying safe sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnBt5H3WI/AAAAAAAAAds/ISGXFjg7qcI/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnBt5H3WI/AAAAAAAAAds/ISGXFjg7qcI/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757635031358818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry as the Mad hatter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnBA778tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a8pxKL6yLj4/s1600-h/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnBA778tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/a8pxKL6yLj4/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757622963565266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott as the mad hatter... It's you Scott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnA3XqMJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eyL6Tce27Oc/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnA3XqMJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eyL6Tce27Oc/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757620395487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivan as the mad hatter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnAquuzNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l8jQXv3df1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnAquuzNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l8jQXv3df1Y/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757617002597586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krista showing Ivan how to properly wear the mad hatter... it's all in the look babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmfKjfQBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fzJ_f2PKn5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmfKjfQBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fzJ_f2PKn5Q/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757041429823506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terry... OL-LE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeilPJFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xlzvkXTbgks/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeilPJFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xlzvkXTbgks/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757030699738194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Three Amigos..... Ken, Scott, and Terry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeVGpJRI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-wg1-lBxqYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeVGpJRI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-wg1-lBxqYQ/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757027081757970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me displaying safe sex to Scott....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeMXXA0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/L2Qk0f0lS6w/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmeMXXA0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/L2Qk0f0lS6w/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757024735953730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reminding Ivan about safe sex.... always have rain gear buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmdklIrDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/29-T211hbOo/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOmdklIrDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/29-T211hbOo/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757014056315954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott sporting the... "where the hell did the top of my hat go?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2422192818694628285?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2422192818694628285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2422192818694628285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2422192818694628285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2422192818694628285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-hats-came-out.html' title='AND THE HATS CAME OUT'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXOnYIu4tSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/nExjqAJISJ0/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2287644555435035812</id><published>2009-01-16T20:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:34:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST BE A WINE-OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXFQi7gFpdI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLYn8BCEKh0/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXFQi7gFpdI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLYn8BCEKh0/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099598155097554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I may be a little thing but I can hold my wine better than a co-worker. See, there is a client of her's that brings liquor on occasions when he comes to get a haircut. He made us mixed drinks one time, but usually he brings wine. Well this co-worker of mine is a bit bigger than me. I can fit in one side of her pants. This is an on going joke at the shop. She also can't hold her wine. As you can see in the picture, she was drinking out of the dixie cup on the right and I was drinking out of the cup on the left. She had 4 dixie cups full, while I had 3 of the other, and she was drunk and had to call her husband for a ride. I was fine. No buzz, nothing. He however was not impressed having to come get her. We told her she would be fine to drive, or walk for GOD-sake...... she only lives 2 blocks away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2287644555435035812?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2287644555435035812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2287644555435035812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2287644555435035812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2287644555435035812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-must-be-wine-oh.html' title='I MUST BE A WINE-OH'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SXFQi7gFpdI/AAAAAAAAAck/qLYn8BCEKh0/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6027557444171125831</id><published>2009-01-15T08:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:54:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUBBY'S FEMININE SIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SW9cEDuYtaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JQWuB1d3zTA/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SW9cEDuYtaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JQWuB1d3zTA/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291549311972717986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hubby Ken is coming to grips with more of his feminine side these days. Sunday morning he was watching a movie in bed. I finally asked what it was. He was watching LMN (Lifetime Movie Network). Wow I thought this was a chick channel. He was totally ingrossed in this trashy, dramatic, suspenseful chick flick. They just suck you in and you can't not see whats gonna happen. It didn't stop there, he was in bed Sunday night watching again. I had seen this movie and fell asleep, but he was up till midnite to see what happens. Monday night I went to bed first and turned the boob tube on, it was on LMN, so I start to watch the movie called Deadly Pond. I made about 30 minutes and was out like a lite, Ken was up till midnite again. He made the comment Tuesday night. "I won't be up till midnite tonight watching TV, lack of sleep was kicking in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6027557444171125831?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6027557444171125831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6027557444171125831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6027557444171125831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6027557444171125831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/hubbys-feminine-side.html' title='HUBBY&apos;S FEMININE SIDE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SW9cEDuYtaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JQWuB1d3zTA/s72-c/IMG_2033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7856902555084656913</id><published>2009-01-12T19:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:11:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTA-HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWwF8HH7lII/AAAAAAAAAcU/qBsrdwkqfVQ/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWwF8HH7lII/AAAAAAAAAcU/qBsrdwkqfVQ/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290610192516093058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year when things really slow down at the ole beauty shop and we are thinking of things to do. Todays task.... lets give t insta-hair. I can sure use it do to the raging hormone issues. Or lack there of. So yes...I have lost alot of hair. Ken's been complaining about my shedding problem for some time now. I've never had enough hair to loose, so this just sucks! My boss just started learning how to do this technique, and I'm always game to try anything new. It started out to just add fullness, well then we decided to leave it on the longer side and I'll work to blend my short stuff into the long. My girlfriend Jeri loved my hair when she saw it, she told me I look like I'm in high school. Then my kid showed up. He looked at me..squinted his eyes, rolled up his nose, and said...."What the HELL did you do? It's looks dumb. Who's hair is it? I'm telling dad." #1-it's hair extensions, #2-no it looks sweet, #3- It's real hair, I don't know who's be glad it's not pink, and #4- dad already knows. It grosses Skyler out that it's someones real hair. I told him he could grow his out so some poor girl whom has fine hair could have his. He said... "NO". So now that I have massive, long flowing insta-hair I think now I'll try the grow thicker, longer eyelashes. What's a girl to do? It's all about beauty...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7856902555084656913?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7856902555084656913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7856902555084656913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7856902555084656913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7856902555084656913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/insta-hair.html' title='INSTA-HAIR'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWwF8HH7lII/AAAAAAAAAcU/qBsrdwkqfVQ/s72-c/IMG_2048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6743653293798928534</id><published>2009-01-10T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:54:41.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL QUESTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Question every girl asks.............. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWkmw2RMAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgOvPieOdeU/s1600-h/Attachment+(Preview+documen%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWkmw2RMAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgOvPieOdeU/s320/Attachment+(Preview+documen%5B2%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289801857966539426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does my butt look big on this log?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6743653293798928534?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6743653293798928534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6743653293798928534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6743653293798928534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6743653293798928534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-question.html' title='GIRL QUESTION'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWkmw2RMAqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgOvPieOdeU/s72-c/Attachment+(Preview+documen%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3036432630962636321</id><published>2009-01-07T18:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:46:54.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FOREVER GROWING STARFISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWVh2y_e_dI/AAAAAAAAAb8/kX9vKj6_aGM/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288740931445390802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our age maybe a number but most of us are kids at heart, and little things just amuse the hell out of us. See Skyler got this starfish in his stocking and it said that it would grow 600% from the original size. Don't we all wish for this!!! LOL It started out the size of and egg, and I'm having a hard time finding bowls big enough for it to keep growing. It's been in the water since the day after x-mas. It's actually bigger now (took the pix a few days ago). Which brings me back to my youth. The greatest thing to grow in water was.......magic rocks!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWa6Q5LnwDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kc6JfMaKZfc/s320/73-BES-22000-s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119611783462962" /&gt;Which I'm looking for, so if you see any.....let me know so I can go get some!!!! I always  grew an awesome city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3036432630962636321?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3036432630962636321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3036432630962636321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3036432630962636321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3036432630962636321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever-growing-starfish.html' title='THE FOREVER GROWING STARFISH'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SWVh2y_e_dI/AAAAAAAAAb8/kX9vKj6_aGM/s72-c/IMG_2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1808662704755777205</id><published>2009-01-04T09:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:01:48.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLTON'S WAXING EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>How does a 18 year old kid make a few bucks? By letting the girls at the beauty shop wax some hair off his belly! OUCH..... Does it hurt? "NO" I told him. "Chicks get their eyebrows waxed all the time." I was only gonna donate 6 cents cuz that's all I had in my pocket. Well by the time it was over and I cryed so hard from laughter and was less alot of eye makeup I gave him $5 bucks and Charlene (whom was doing the waxing) gave him $10. Not bad pay. He decided it was worth the pain and now had gas money. I'm not sure if he meant gas as fuel for his rig, or getting food and gas as in the form of farting. Anyway here's the clip....                                                                                        &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bba290f88c2836a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbba290f88c2836a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331567093%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DAC8CC768EE01E47E75A505E9332F68CEC0BD42.7602F19FFB5E067A57232CE62B40E8DD4F8A266F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbba290f88c2836a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHihPzYx9mB9zjOoOBZleH3YjjNA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbba290f88c2836a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331567093%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DAC8CC768EE01E47E75A505E9332F68CEC0BD42.7602F19FFB5E067A57232CE62B40E8DD4F8A266F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbba290f88c2836a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHihPzYx9mB9zjOoOBZleH3YjjNA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1808662704755777205?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bba290f88c2836a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1808662704755777205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1808662704755777205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1808662704755777205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1808662704755777205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/coltons-waxing-experience.html' title='COLTON&apos;S WAXING EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8960831881442111492</id><published>2009-01-03T14:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:10:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gguvSucI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MAXmFMUCYiA/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gguvSucI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MAXmFMUCYiA/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191340463077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gVPuH7oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/5NpgU9P_nSI/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gVPuH7oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/5NpgU9P_nSI/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191143158115970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gUWiVoHI/AAAAAAAAAas/8AsgpYoafG0/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gUWiVoHI/AAAAAAAAAas/8AsgpYoafG0/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191127807860850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gTwYwqlI/AAAAAAAAAak/3pwtuD-g-pw/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gTwYwqlI/AAAAAAAAAak/3pwtuD-g-pw/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191117567142482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gTHStfFI/AAAAAAAAAac/k2VL6JHdQyE/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gTHStfFI/AAAAAAAAAac/k2VL6JHdQyE/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191106535914578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gS_zKpFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DILWoH8x75o/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gS_zKpFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DILWoH8x75o/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287191104524559442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter in Wyoming!!! Gotta luv the snow, and lots of it we received lastnight. Our girls just have a blast playing in the white stuff. Ken's been out in the skid steer plowing the drive way. Snow removal... must be a guy thing, especially with equipment. I already did my part and shoveled the sidewalk. No equipment necessary, just a good ole fashion work out. Lots of muscle behind that shovel....  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8960831881442111492?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8960831881442111492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8960831881442111492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8960831881442111492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8960831881442111492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_gguvSucI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MAXmFMUCYiA/s72-c/IMG_1984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-9061944901008658644</id><published>2009-01-02T13:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:41:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSTRUCTION HAS BEGUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55aQ5vKwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/g75bDLhma3c/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55aQ5vKwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/g75bDLhma3c/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286796504700234498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55aBw5t6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/rYWaVh6O_pE/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55aBw5t6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/rYWaVh6O_pE/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286796500636645282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55ZiSIwGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lC70hhgPcmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55ZiSIwGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lC70hhgPcmQ/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286796492186108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are we nuts? Probably but yes we are adding on to the house. Ken has been working his butt off with the weather warming up. He hopes to have it completely enclosed by the weekend. What might this room be for? FUN...lots of fun. Gonna put a hot tub in, bar, big screen on the wall, and  pool table. O and my work out equipment. My beach is just on the south side of the addition with the fire pit, so lots of entertaining (beer drinking) will be done this summer. Now if your looking for a place to chill.... by all means.... all are welcome.... swing by sometime. Always got beer in the fridge! God knows we will need a beer or two during and after construction is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-9061944901008658644?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/9061944901008658644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=9061944901008658644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9061944901008658644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9061944901008658644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/construction-has-begun.html' title='CONSTRUCTION HAS BEGUN'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV55aQ5vKwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/g75bDLhma3c/s72-c/IMG_1981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5832468873661105139</id><published>2009-01-01T10:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:07:29.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVz390QND-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9FOykGVDCL4/s1600-h/happy_new_year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVz390QND-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9FOykGVDCL4/s320/happy_new_year.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286372703996809186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year! Can't believe it's 2009. WOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5832468873661105139?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5832468873661105139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5832468873661105139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5832468873661105139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5832468873661105139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVz390QND-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9FOykGVDCL4/s72-c/happy_new_year.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6967970864715934693</id><published>2008-12-30T18:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:53:45.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELIN NEEDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVrQeVGauhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MxJgjc9d930/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVrQeVGauhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MxJgjc9d930/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285766332151413266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVrQP-pI06I/AAAAAAAAAZU/fyBlUG3J1U4/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVrQP-pI06I/AAAAAAAAAZU/fyBlUG3J1U4/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285766085604856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs have been feeling A TAD needy since the cold air hit us. Skyler even asked the other day, "What in the world is wrong with Nubby? She won't leave me alone." "She's feeling needy Sky." So I walk into the living room to find her on the couch snuggled up with him. The dogs aren't suppose to be on the furniture, and when we leave the house we have to put the bar stool chairs on the couch and chair-ottoman. The mastiff has a habit of sneeking onto the ottman and getting it all hairy for me. Sweetheart that she is. It's that I gotta touch you thing. Cidney started out laying on me in the chair and then on Nubby. O well. It's just another hour of vacuuming, like I have nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6967970864715934693?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6967970864715934693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6967970864715934693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6967970864715934693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6967970864715934693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelin-needy.html' title='FEELIN NEEDY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVrQeVGauhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MxJgjc9d930/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3850109883359137015</id><published>2008-12-25T20:16:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:43:57.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A peek into our Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRSPniBiaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kyh4ywNcGXU/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRSPniBiaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kyh4ywNcGXU/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283938691075639714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRQlSh2tZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IlU7b9gwvoA/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRQlSh2tZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IlU7b9gwvoA/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283936864371651986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls checking out what Santa left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPti7a29I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Yo3uPLXZFpI/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPti7a29I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Yo3uPLXZFpI/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283935906701171666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cidney with her new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPgc3iyBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tBhiDRthIyA/s1600-h/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPgc3iyBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tBhiDRthIyA/s320/IMG_1931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283935681736001554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cierra with her chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPW-W0n1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/4yrfrj9jM1E/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPW-W0n1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/4yrfrj9jM1E/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283935518926872402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyler jammin to the beat of his own drum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPKoEOW8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/qy4enBM8RDE/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRPKoEOW8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/qy4enBM8RDE/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283935306784857026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys playing some Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVROebfIjdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hIDcr7ObAnM/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVROebfIjdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hIDcr7ObAnM/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283934547493817810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gift from Steph. Looks to be like a ball of saran wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVROS4whJkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pbviBUPCCDE/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVROS4whJkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pbviBUPCCDE/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283934349192930882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait...it's Bratz girls slippers..... NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3850109883359137015?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3850109883359137015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3850109883359137015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3850109883359137015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3850109883359137015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='CHRISTMAS DAY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVRSPniBiaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Kyh4ywNcGXU/s72-c/IMG_1934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5287410592931834115</id><published>2008-12-25T07:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:40:27.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVObFHlfzVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/carkX44RRD8/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 241px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVObFHlfzVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/carkX44RRD8/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283737300073696594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishing everyone a Very Merry Christmas! Hope Santa was good to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5287410592931834115?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5287410592931834115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5287410592931834115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5287410592931834115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5287410592931834115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVObFHlfzVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/carkX44RRD8/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7459682573283963412</id><published>2008-12-24T16:20:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:05:47.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA'S EARLY ARRIVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVLM1ZMIaLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-Ft2whIeQhw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVLM1ZMIaLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-Ft2whIeQhw/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283510530525915314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Santa came 2 days early this year at our house. Ken has been home on vacation and not been able to work on the addition to the house cuz man it's cold outside, and Skyler is on X-mas break from school, and not been working due to weather either. Kinda hard to wash cars in below freezing conditions. Me? I was still working. On Tue I came home for lunch to 2 boys mopping and bored out of their minds. Now, I bought a Wii fit 3 weeks ago not owning a Wii yet, but in hopes of finding one. My boss called me Friday morning to see if I still was needing one cuz Pamida in Powell had 4 left. "O yes please grab me one" I told her. Awesome, a present from Santa for the family. I couldn't get it in the house in the Pamida bag cuz the boys would see it so I snuck wrapping paper out and wrapped it at work. Since they are bored I caved and let them have it. I however had to return to work till 6pm. Skyler stopped by my work a couple hours later for money to purchase another remote. When I got home they were still playing. It was great to see their smiling faces and knowing how much fun they were having. These are the same boys that thought it was lame to get a Wii in the first place. HUH aint that funny. Well long story short....we were up till 1 am playing the darn thing and we are all so sore today. I'm gonna work on the hula hoop game cuz Mike told me Meg is the Queen of hula hoop so I want to challenge her. Give me a few weeks to practice k?        &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7459682573283963412?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7459682573283963412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7459682573283963412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7459682573283963412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7459682573283963412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-early-arrival.html' title='SANTA&apos;S EARLY ARRIVAL'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVLM1ZMIaLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-Ft2whIeQhw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6450002971411890605</id><published>2008-12-22T19:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:52:36.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MISSING LONG JOHN'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVBIMiOVduI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PKmxsxxUGE8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVBIMiOVduI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PKmxsxxUGE8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282801743088154338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get the frantic phone call at 1:30 pm today from the 17 yr old son whom needs to be to work by 2 pm...  "MOM, where are my long john's?" My responce? "Well Skyler I didn't wear them last, so I don't know." He had them on yesterday. Seriously? Does he really think I have them on as we speak? Mind you he is almost a foot taller than me, which would put the waist at my arm pits. Hello Steve Urkal! I know why he can't find them cause his room looks like a tornado went through it. If I were at the house, I could walk right into his room and hand them to him. He couldn't find the hot dogs in the freezer today either. Is it just a 17 yr old boys scrambled up brains, is it frozen from the fridged air outside, or is he blind? JEEZ!!  It scares me to think,       "Will he make it out in the real world on his own some day? " &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6450002971411890605?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6450002971411890605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6450002971411890605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6450002971411890605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6450002971411890605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-long-johns.html' title='THE MISSING LONG JOHN&apos;S'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SVBIMiOVduI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PKmxsxxUGE8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3960707232425296354</id><published>2008-12-21T17:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:18:32.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPNOSIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SU7Z2WLtlNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DgT9-HstpQU/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SU7Z2WLtlNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DgT9-HstpQU/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282398940643038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With only 4 days till x-mas, the food addict can't wait for Santa to show up. As you can tell by last years photo. He leaves lots of goodies for her and her sis Cidney. Here she looks to be reading the cookie box, when really she is trying to hypnotis it, "OPEN OPEN OPEN", in hopes it will and she can eat the whole damn box! Small brain, large gut !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3960707232425296354?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3960707232425296354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3960707232425296354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3960707232425296354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3960707232425296354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/hypnosis.html' title='HYPNOSIS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SU7Z2WLtlNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/DgT9-HstpQU/s72-c/IMG_1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3015074322659652075</id><published>2008-12-18T19:47:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:29:34.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASH BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUsVF_Zm21I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Em_iWpz3NZQ/s1600-h/images-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUsVF_Zm21I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Em_iWpz3NZQ/s320/images-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281338180684405586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us. I lived thru it once, please don't make me relive it again.  The ripped clothing, the punk rock look, the exercise guru, and the neon everything. What a fashion statement we were. The legwarmers, jelly bracelets and shoes, Guess jeans, oversize sweatshirts, mini skirts, stretch pants, sweaters around the shoulders, (my sister wants to bring this look back in.), shoulder pads, baggy blazers with rolled up sleeves, clothes in layers, jean jackets, acid wash jeans, parachute pants, and Reebok high top tennis shoes. Big hair, mall bangs, huge earrings, banana clips, friendship bracelets, sunglasses, and big purses. MTV came out in the 80's, the rubics cube, swatch watches, (still have mine), and Tab was the pop to drink. YUCK! The Atari was the only game unit to play on the TV, (Still have this too. On occasions I get it out to play River Raider, Pit Fall, Frogger, Centapide, and Ms. Pac-man.) Break dancing was hot, boom boxes, Madonna, Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson, Prince, Cyndi Lauper, and GOOD rock-n-roll. Today's term... Hair Bands! Music was on cassette tapes,  Macintosh had the Apple II computer, and KYDZ was the radio station that rocked!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3015074322659652075?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3015074322659652075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3015074322659652075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3015074322659652075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3015074322659652075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/flash-back.html' title='FLASH BACK'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUsVF_Zm21I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Em_iWpz3NZQ/s72-c/images-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5402004551953411343</id><published>2008-12-17T21:01:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:05:49.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDY FROM THE PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the good ole days when you could get candy cheap? GOOD candy. This subject came up the other night at a friends house. Here are a few of my favorites and ones that I forgot about, but my buds reminded me of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnRIDu7RzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gsOZn3-024E/s1600-h/candy-cigarettes1_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 191px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnRIDu7RzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gsOZn3-024E/s320/candy-cigarettes1_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981974439905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good old candy cigarettes. We sure thought we were cool with these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnRH6nrL8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/X4XfBPja7o8/s1600-h/candy-lipstick_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnRH6nrL8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/X4XfBPja7o8/s320/candy-lipstick_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981971993571266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy lipstick. Always great to have in the purse.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ_P3FHqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nvG33gkUInw/s1600-h/candy-bracelet_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ_P3FHqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nvG33gkUInw/s320/candy-bracelet_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981823076507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy bracelets. Blingin on the wrist.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ_GWA7lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KSdXp-4GCg8/s1600-h/candy-necklace-bee_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ_GWA7lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KSdXp-4GCg8/s320/candy-necklace-bee_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981820521901650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ-3s7YcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mXhPeFU1zU8/s1600-h/candy-buttons_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ-3s7YcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mXhPeFU1zU8/s320/candy-buttons_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981816591475138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy buttons.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ--RIs3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5gZv8VPnLL8/s1600-h/candy-ring_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ--RIs3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/5gZv8VPnLL8/s320/candy-ring_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981818353955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy ring.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ-84tlNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tEBXI0pIHgw/s1600-h/candy-watch-bee_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQ-84tlNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tEBXI0pIHgw/s320/candy-watch-bee_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981817983079634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQkHD8EBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KsNNweu_QbY/s1600-h/nik-l-nips_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQkHD8EBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KsNNweu_QbY/s320/nik-l-nips_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981356858052626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wax bottles. Wasn't it fun to chew on the wax after you drank the juice?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQj_MbPsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LLgkEi6NQSE/s1600-h/ring-pops_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQj_MbPsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LLgkEi6NQSE/s320/ring-pops_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981354746166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ring pops. This made you stylin with that rock on the finger.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjqsv3pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lH4RD0xWKbE/s1600-h/rock-candy-swizzle-sticks1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjqsv3pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lH4RD0xWKbE/s320/rock-candy-swizzle-sticks1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981349244591762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock candy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjbYJHOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hHzZCeDWNwk/s1600-h/pop-rocks_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjbYJHOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hHzZCeDWNwk/s320/pop-rocks_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981345131633890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop rocks. This makes my fillings hurt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjJ9rxQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OxPVINsZeKo/s1600-h/fizzies_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnQjJ9rxQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OxPVINsZeKo/s320/fizzies_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981340457256194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fizzies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP5sF7bDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WuOeJHWu97Q/s1600-h/jaw-breakers-box_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP5sF7bDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WuOeJHWu97Q/s320/jaw-breakers-box_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980628064136242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaw busters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP5FGWjFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WjDiA2aoXFs/s1600-h/lemonheads-2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP5FGWjFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WjDiA2aoXFs/s320/lemonheads-2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980617596931154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemonheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP4y-CoXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tk1hzI6mj84/s1600-h/tootsie-pops_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP4y-CoXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tk1hzI6mj84/s320/tootsie-pops_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980612730233202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tootsie pops. If you found the Indian on the wrapper and turned it back in you got a FREE one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP483By6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/RQf6jtmoVVU/s1600-h/sweet-sour-pops_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnP483By6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/RQf6jtmoVVU/s320/sweet-sour-pops_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280980615385172898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet 'n sour pops. I luved these.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNQh8BUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2WoYI5d9Un8/s1600-h/whistle-pops-airheads_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNQh8BUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2WoYI5d9Un8/s320/whistle-pops-airheads_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979864751179074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whistle pops. These drove your parents nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNE6uyPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kGNS5iUnyEA/s1600-h/stick-candy-14_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNE6uyPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kGNS5iUnyEA/s320/stick-candy-14_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979861633943794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stick candy. The fourth one over from the left was my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNKCGRCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/L9sGRs2_OwM/s1600-h/sugar-daddy_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPNKCGRCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/L9sGRs2_OwM/s320/sugar-daddy_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979863007020066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugar daddy's. Lost a few fillings eatin them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPM7VQ7cI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8WEIPglr4wM/s1600-h/pez-refill-2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnPM7VQ7cI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8WEIPglr4wM/s320/pez-refill-2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979859060878786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pez candy. Hard to load the dispenser, but fun to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt__zMsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/493MYepdYi8/s1600-h/lik-m-aid_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt__zMsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/493MYepdYi8/s320/lik-m-aid_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979327737082562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun dip. Messy, but yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt1qAnXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/uyIdgNeeWD0/s1600-h/prix-stix_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt1qAnXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/uyIdgNeeWD0/s320/prix-stix_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979324961332594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pixy stixs. Mine always broke in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt_FInkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sKgOdFAGzYQ/s1600-h/satellite-wafers_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOt_FInkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sKgOdFAGzYQ/s320/satellite-wafers_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979327491022402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satellite saucers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOtuoRKNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MdwE6cwWym0/s1600-h/cracker-jack_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnOtuoRKNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MdwE6cwWym0/s320/cracker-jack_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280979323074980050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cracker jacks. The prize was the best part. I liked the tattooes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpj10NEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cboVIhLolSs/s1600-h/necco-wafers_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpj10NEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cboVIhLolSs/s320/necco-wafers_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280978151947908162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Necco candy. Rootbeer a fav.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpaBqWcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iUYs4FklGNY/s1600-h/jelly-nougats1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpaBqWcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iUYs4FklGNY/s320/jelly-nougats1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280978149313239490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jelly nougats. Still like these.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnXhUgW3WI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JBWAlyaxJxo/s320/859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280989005508697442" /&gt;Wintergreen lozenges. They tasted like pepto bismol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpewqcQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2wBW7_GraCI/s1600-h/circus-peanuts_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpewqcQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2wBW7_GraCI/s320/circus-peanuts_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280978150584119554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circus peanuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpNBgyWI/AAAAAAAAATs/VBsLJC18f1k/s1600-h/botttlecaps2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNpNBgyWI/AAAAAAAAATs/VBsLJC18f1k/s320/botttlecaps2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280978145822951778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bottle caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDRc7YUI/AAAAAAAAATk/S7qOaC9usnY/s1600-h/sixlets2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDRc7YUI/AAAAAAAAATk/S7qOaC9usnY/s320/sixlets2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977494176653634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sixlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDBSrp9I/AAAAAAAAATc/Xp31vXi6vLI/s1600-h/super-ropes_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDBSrp9I/AAAAAAAAATc/Xp31vXi6vLI/s320/super-ropes_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977489838712786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super rope. Had to buy one in the mall in Billings every time I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDGPNadI/AAAAAAAAATU/gss7yifCdyI/s1600-h/zotz3_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNDGPNadI/AAAAAAAAATU/gss7yifCdyI/s320/zotz3_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977491166325202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNC-vEx5I/AAAAAAAAATM/dAKO8-8xaIg/s1600-h/freshen-up-gum_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnNC-vEx5I/AAAAAAAAATM/dAKO8-8xaIg/s320/freshen-up-gum_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977489152493458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freshen up gum. Remember it had a juicy center when you bit into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMglM8VrI/AAAAAAAAATE/hUowl9c19sQ/s1600-h/fruit-stripe-gum_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMglM8VrI/AAAAAAAAATE/hUowl9c19sQ/s320/fruit-stripe-gum_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976898182895282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fruit stripe gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMgQlbU8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/bmD9_iVo7ms/s1600-h/chiclets_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMgQlbU8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/bmD9_iVo7ms/s320/chiclets_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976892648444866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chiclets gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMgeuIpII/AAAAAAAAAS0/poknZ1Kze-g/s1600-h/bubble-yum_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMgeuIpII/AAAAAAAAAS0/poknZ1Kze-g/s320/bubble-yum_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976896443065474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubble yum. You could chew this stuff all day. For fun we tried to chewed two pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMOkVAVxI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qqf4mUjTuPM/s1600-h/bubble-tape_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnMOkVAVxI/AAAAAAAAASs/Qqf4mUjTuPM/s320/bubble-tape_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976588710631186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubble tape. Was fun to get out of the dispenser. Don't forget Hot Dog bubble gum and the beef jerky in the can. Was kinda fun to go back in time. Brings back childhood memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5402004551953411343?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5402004551953411343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5402004551953411343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5402004551953411343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5402004551953411343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/candy-from-past.html' title='CANDY FROM THE PAST'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUnRIDu7RzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gsOZn3-024E/s72-c/candy-cigarettes1_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5937957883046162504</id><published>2008-12-16T21:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:13:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRINCHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUiKUbNaTaI/AAAAAAAAASk/nJLlHnTMgFA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUiKUbNaTaI/AAAAAAAAASk/nJLlHnTMgFA/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622646597930402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a tad bit GRINCHY this x-mas season. Can't get in the mood, but I can watch the Jim Carrey version multiple times and laugh my booty off. Got quotes memorized, "Uh Oh Somebody's FABULOUS!" "The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there-and on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4 o'clock wallow in self pity....4:30 stare into the abyss...5:00 solve world hunger...tell NO ONE...5:30 jazzercize...6:30 dinner with me... I can't cancel that again...7:00 wrestle with my self loathing; I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in  time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness...but what would I wear???"  "Aardvark Who, I HATE YOOOOOUUUU!!!!! Next Who, I hate you! Hate, hate, hate, double hate, LOATHE ENTIRELY."  "Those Who's are hard to frazzle Max! But, we did our worst, and that's all that matters" "What's that stench? It's fantastic!" " Well, pucker up and kiss this Whoville." and "The sun is bright and the powder's bitchin! Now scoot over! It's my turn to drive." The only decorations up is the tree and the stockings. This will entice Santa to arrive I'm sure. With 9 days left I better get to figuring out what to get the last few people on my list. Nothings wrapped yet, but I always wait and do it ALL on the same day and then go to bed wrapping everything I can think of in my sleep and wake up exausted. Calgon take me away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5937957883046162504?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5937957883046162504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5937957883046162504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5937957883046162504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5937957883046162504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/grinchy.html' title='GRINCHY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUiKUbNaTaI/AAAAAAAAASk/nJLlHnTMgFA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7172760292854354722</id><published>2008-12-14T14:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:49:44.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE FROM SON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUV-3AtrV7I/AAAAAAAAASc/zdut1cvsMQY/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUV-3AtrV7I/AAAAAAAAASc/zdut1cvsMQY/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279765621711263666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about your house, but at mine it takes a uterus to change out the used toilet paper roll. Wait I don't have one any more, so we'll never have toilet paper on the holder. Crap!  So lastnight I found this note on the used roll. "HA HA SUCKS TO BE YOU". Just some loving words from my son. Funny boy I got huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7172760292854354722?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7172760292854354722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7172760292854354722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7172760292854354722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7172760292854354722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/note-from-son.html' title='NOTE FROM SON'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUV-3AtrV7I/AAAAAAAAASc/zdut1cvsMQY/s72-c/IMG_1895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2526677081719064489</id><published>2008-12-13T18:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:59:33.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DREAM PLACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SURmYQmlgvI/AAAAAAAAASU/oExMMFYgj_A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 132px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SURmYQmlgvI/AAAAAAAAASU/oExMMFYgj_A/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457230144766706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SURmYa8h3sI/AAAAAAAAASM/Sc5OdBz7VfE/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SURmYa8h3sI/AAAAAAAAASM/Sc5OdBz7VfE/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457232921157314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I dream of being right now. It's hot and relaxing there. Where ever this might be. I'm thinking Bahamas. I can see myself lounging in the hammock with an umbrella drink. Instead I'm freezing my buns off cuz it's 6 below without the wind chill factor. I'm bundled up in my flannels, wrapped up in a heavy blanket, and sipping on hot tea. Welcome to winter in Wyoming! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2526677081719064489?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2526677081719064489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2526677081719064489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2526677081719064489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2526677081719064489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-dream-place.html' title='MY DREAM PLACE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SURmYQmlgvI/AAAAAAAAASU/oExMMFYgj_A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2163159385865494276</id><published>2008-12-10T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:04:57.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FOUND THEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUCcjqzyS9I/AAAAAAAAASE/FePaSSSH_aw/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUCcjqzyS9I/AAAAAAAAASE/FePaSSSH_aw/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278390899879070674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is only day 3 and I have lost my keys to my new ride. I hear that the first thing to go when you turn 40 is your mind. Great it has already started. So I start looking around the house for them. Not on the hook where I usually hang them, not in my purse, or by the phone. Checked Skyler's coat that I stole the other day. Still NO. Not by chance I laid them on the couch. Nope. Well quess it's the back up set then. Thank god for these! As I was driving away from the house I was going through my mind where I might have put them. Crap that's right, I laid them on the stereo speaker cuz I had to take the dogs out the other night and didn't want to drop them in the snow. Glad to know that I lost my mind for only 10 minutes before remembering. I'll just call it SUM-TIMERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2163159385865494276?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2163159385865494276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2163159385865494276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2163159385865494276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2163159385865494276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-them.html' title='I FOUND THEM'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SUCcjqzyS9I/AAAAAAAAASE/FePaSSSH_aw/s72-c/IMG_1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8689447375074416064</id><published>2008-12-09T17:58:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:08:52.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ST8aH4vmaII/AAAAAAAAAR8/KiyYZuGIQMY/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966011094952066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        This was the invitation picture. Looked like I'd had a few? I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned the big 4-0 last week and all went well on that day. The girls where nice to me at the shop. They didn't even sabotage my station. Unusual. We do this to each other on any b-day. No black anything. Ken brought me 40 roses, (how nice). Sweet I made it through a bad one. Then....Saturday the 6th was to be Ken's company x-mas party at the Elks. I hate this place and even complained to my clients about it. Well turns out thats not why I was going there, even though I received the invitation in the mail that said so. It was a FAKE!(still hanging on the fridge). Well surprise to me! Ken invited over 100 people, (family, friends, and clients) to my surprise 40th b-day party. It was a blast. My sister even surprised me by flying in from California. We ate chili, had beer, danced, and laughed. It was simply GREAT! Mind you my husband did this all on his own. The cooking, decorating, planning.... all of it. Well then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was present opening. Got some funny gifts, wine, gift cert. to various eating places, and this.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ST8Z0HrF7yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nRNGD_Q5jp4/s320/1GYEK63N94R113581_img_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965671505194786" /&gt;                               A 2005 Cadillac Escalade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrapped the key in a box for me to open. See he has been lying to me for 3 weeks. We test drove the car and he went to the bank and told me they waited to long to get back to us and the guy who had the car sold it. Ya to Ken, and then keep it in his shop for him for 3 weeks. He lied to me to. Saw him in Walmart one day. So I'm amazed that so many people knew all about the party and the car and it never leaked out. I do have a great trusting bunch of buds!!! Any way Ken thinks he's going to HELL cuz he lied so much over the last 3 weeks, it's more than he has lied in his whole life. He's glad it's over, he was so stressed out that he was breaking out in hives. Thanks hunny!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8689447375074416064?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8689447375074416064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8689447375074416064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8689447375074416064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8689447375074416064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-lied-to.html' title='SURPRISE!!!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/ST8aH4vmaII/AAAAAAAAAR8/KiyYZuGIQMY/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-470878238232271836</id><published>2008-12-04T19:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:12:05.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STiYvPSxySI/AAAAAAAAARc/tUkbMPpY7C0/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276134900791101730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work a few of us LOVE our moring latte'. It surely doesn't take me more than 30 minutes to suck mine down. Then there is Mel. Her 16 oz white chocolate/carmel latte' is an all day-er. Yesterday she finally finished her drink at 3:30 pm, along with the surprise of her life. During her last sip, she found something still in her mouth. So she spit it out in her hand, and to her amazement it was a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 94px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STiZWzo4hZI/AAAAAAAAARk/niJ5q-qdXbk/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276135580562392466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES a dead fly!!! EWWW   We still haven't figured out if it was in the bottle of syrup from this summer or it found her warm cup of java on a cold winter day and dived right on in. It grossed her out a bit, but I reminded her that it was only a bug infested with bacteria! I'm sure she has had worse in her mouth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-470878238232271836?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/470878238232271836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=470878238232271836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/470878238232271836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/470878238232271836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-surprise.html' title='COFFEE SURPRISE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STiYvPSxySI/AAAAAAAAARc/tUkbMPpY7C0/s72-c/IMG_1882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-5702968258196125423</id><published>2008-12-03T19:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:33:09.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAWG'S FROM THE HOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STdKri2JREI/AAAAAAAAARM/9CXsUO5Y2CI/s320/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767600436560962" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STdKyx3wZtI/AAAAAAAAARU/R9-YC1TYGXY/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STdKyx3wZtI/AAAAAAAAARU/R9-YC1TYGXY/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767724728936146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is however appropriate to say cuz we really do live above the "HOOD".  No we don't live in a trailer house, (our house is stick built), but trailer house human's do live below us. Some are scary beings. One guy shot at a wasp nest one day and every cop in town was on it like it was a homicide. Not quit sure our police force would know what to do in that case, but they had all the streets blocked off, guns drawn, and dressed like it was a scene out of SWAT! Sorry to have missed it all, I was at my day job. I had to read about it in the Cody Empty-prise! Where the stories are pure truth. HA...NOT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5702968258196125423?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5702968258196125423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5702968258196125423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5702968258196125423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5702968258196125423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/dawgs-from-hood.html' title='DAWG&apos;S FROM THE HOOD'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STdKri2JREI/AAAAAAAAARM/9CXsUO5Y2CI/s72-c/IMG_1879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6654808401623601800</id><published>2008-12-02T21:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:40:36.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STYFAuZNPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/4GB0Cl8ldEg/s1600-h/0811857824_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STYFAuZNPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/4GB0Cl8ldEg/s320/0811857824_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409523523010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one wants to discuss poo, especially your own. This book is about "all you need to know about poop".  It tells you that if your poop looks like this, it means then this is what is wrong with you. I first saw the calendar. So as I'm reading it I was busting a gut with laughter. Then I saw the book. I had to purchase it cause it's so funny. I recommend it for a good laugh. Probably great bathroom material too. Two guys whom are doctors in their 30's wrote it. Here's a few examples.&lt;div&gt;Ideal poo- pillowy soft, singular bolus of stool that exits the body with minimal effort. &lt;div&gt;Deja poo- remnants of lastnights meal... think corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepple poo- reflects lack of stool cohesion caused by a deficency in dietary fiber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A floater- a build up of gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Log jam- no poo at all, despite stomach pains, rancid gas, &amp;amp; feeling a turd on deck, no matter how hard you push, nothing comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rambo poo- blood in your stool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring of fire- burning sensation that rips through your anus. I know a couple guys who know what this feels like after eating "inferno wings". OUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camougflage poo- multi tone poo varying in shades of black, brown, and green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the monster poo, the number 3, the glass shard, the honeymoon's-over-poo, and the hanging chad. Get the book so you can read about these. No I'm not pulling your leg, this really is a book. So if you want to know the in's and out's of what poo means, by all means buy the book. I'm told that when we're old and in the nursing  home, we like to talk about our poop. I sure hope to god I loose my memory first so I can't remember SHIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6654808401623601800?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6654808401623601800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6654808401623601800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6654808401623601800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6654808401623601800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/12/poo.html' title='POO'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STYFAuZNPmI/AAAAAAAAARE/4GB0Cl8ldEg/s72-c/0811857824_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1911246997836017735</id><published>2008-11-30T16:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:39:46.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME FAVORITE PIXS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMkLg0-zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TW3MX0-_J28/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMkLg0-zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TW3MX0-_J28/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599368790298162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMkKlYExoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CS2xL7D_nBY/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMkKlYExoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CS2xL7D_nBY/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274599352831362690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMjUYDdsCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/heAOEVo08tw/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMiuNs4GDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JZ5BAH8BcWs/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274597765928196146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMitkI3PmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/F8QlUbR8ujY/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMitkI3PmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/F8QlUbR8ujY/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274597754771291746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-1911246997836017735?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/1911246997836017735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=1911246997836017735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1911246997836017735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/1911246997836017735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-favorite-pixs.html' title='SOME FAVORITE PIXS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STMkLg0-zjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TW3MX0-_J28/s72-c/IMG_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-4200005567230351295</id><published>2008-11-29T15:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:23:56.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STHAYYnP0VI/AAAAAAAAAPE/g5tlMESkM1I/s1600-h/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STHAYYnP0VI/AAAAAAAAAPE/g5tlMESkM1I/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274208163784020306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the food addict in time out. Why you might ask? While everyone was away, she put her paws on the counter and knocked off a candle that smells and looks like a cup of hot cocoa. Damn dog... I told you she has a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-4200005567230351295?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/4200005567230351295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=4200005567230351295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4200005567230351295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4200005567230351295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-out.html' title='TIME OUT'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/STHAYYnP0VI/AAAAAAAAAPE/g5tlMESkM1I/s72-c/IMG_1865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-9010308561614998013</id><published>2008-11-27T09:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:26:34.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SS7IBFZ-UnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D5GmWJ00xl0/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SS7IBFZ-UnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D5GmWJ00xl0/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273372134653973106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                With a tough week behind us due to the passing of 3 friends, I give my love to their families, their friends, and wish everyone a Happy Turkey Day!  Gobble Gobble.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-9010308561614998013?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/9010308561614998013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=9010308561614998013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9010308561614998013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9010308561614998013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SS7IBFZ-UnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/D5GmWJ00xl0/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3695602590759273830</id><published>2008-11-24T21:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:18:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAYING GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSuBgjqu9MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Foo02VGksKY/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSuBgjqu9MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Foo02VGksKY/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272450185097573570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Rest in Peace Leslie!! You will be so missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3695602590759273830?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3695602590759273830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3695602590759273830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3695602590759273830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3695602590759273830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/saying-goodbye.html' title='SAYING GOODBYE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSuBgjqu9MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Foo02VGksKY/s72-c/IMG_0628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6908187089850007691</id><published>2008-11-21T18:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:34:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSdnLOvsNHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/sTaEllNKHSU/s1600-h/30baggy600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSdnLOvsNHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/sTaEllNKHSU/s320/30baggy600.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271295331494802546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all see this fashion statement from kids today in there teens and early 20's. Where might this have come from? The hip hop artist started wearing their pants this way in the 90's. Just funny that the white kids wanna be like the black boys from the hood. Makes you  look like a ganster. My son's pant sag, but not to this extent. He thinks that his waist is below the hip bone. HA! This drives his dad crazy and all I hear is, "pull you damn pants up". I'm not quit sure how this can be comfy and often wonder if they have a rash in between their thighs with the crotch down to their knees. I prefer to see that cute butt in them jeans. I have witnessed a guy getting out of his car and pushing his pants down and pulling his boxers up before. Odd i thought. O ya..fashion statement! Running could be a problem and I'm positive that's why they can't out run the cops. They can't sprint, can only do midget steps. Some states are making it illegal and issue a citation for this. They consider it offensive. Wanna talk about how some girls dress, (or don't). I believe that's way more offensive than seeing a boys boxers. If kids really knew where this trend started, they might not wear their pants this way. Curious where it started? It all started in prison. Inmates were issued oversized uniforms with no belts to prevent suicide. The other obvious reason in prison was, if pants are below a mans bottom, it is to introduce to the other men that he is a homo. Sorry I know...to visual. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6908187089850007691?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6908187089850007691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6908187089850007691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6908187089850007691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6908187089850007691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/sagging.html' title='SAGGING'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSdnLOvsNHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/sTaEllNKHSU/s72-c/30baggy600.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6169085997171748350</id><published>2008-11-20T21:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:25:40.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER-SIZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSY703bfRmI/AAAAAAAAANs/ONu8oYcAyr4/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSY703bfRmI/AAAAAAAAANs/ONu8oYcAyr4/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270966193302226530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all know the term super size. It's a trademark term that referred to the largest portion size available in meals. A marketing technique that was coined in the mid-90s by McDonald's. Well this term is no longer in use due to the negativity associated to obesity. There was a law suit against McDonald's because it is making people obese. PLEASE! Now the sizes are small, medium, or large. HELLO... large size is still SUPER SIZE! Subconsciously the brain maybe fooled by this new sizing scam, but it is what it is. The statistics state that 86% of the American population will be overweight by 2030. That's a real scary thought. Now since I filled you in on some facts the real plot to my story is this.  We super size food, chairs, plane seats, you know what I mean. So why the hell are they not SUPER SIZING the parking spots then. I know the cars are the same size, but I always seem to get all the damn door dings in my car. Where might this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSY8srSfdSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wlgRV5KaGeo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270967152115938594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a good idea how too. The spaces are to small for an  open door, person, and shopping cart, so the person flung the door open all the way to put their items in the car and smacked my front passenger door. Hell lets get her back passenger door to. I know this how? Same green color paint. The front door has a crease that's 6 inches long and the back door has a 3 inch crease. Really pisses me off!! I bought the rig 4 years ago and I have yet to put a dent in it. Everyone else does it for me.....Gee Thanks! I think it's time they SUPER SIZE the parking spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6169085997171748350?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6169085997171748350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6169085997171748350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6169085997171748350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6169085997171748350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-size.html' title='SUPER-SIZE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSY703bfRmI/AAAAAAAAANs/ONu8oYcAyr4/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8951036153445434150</id><published>2008-11-18T21:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:23:42.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIDDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSOT2ACwnAI/AAAAAAAAANk/VbDNLqf46G4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSOT2ACwnAI/AAAAAAAAANk/VbDNLqf46G4/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270218544887405570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sean Tidball...aka-Tiddy. That's 2 D's not 2 T's. Tiddy is one of the funniest guys I know. I'm not joking when I say, he will keep you busting a gut with laughter. Might have a little something to do with paint or lacquer, right Tiddy? I went through school with Tiddy and my sister and I were even known to tackle him down to put grass in his ear cuz he would laugh like a girl. Lots of great memories and lost touch with him when he moved to the land of the fruit and nuts, (that's California) after graduation. Jump ahead many many years.... he and my sister hooked up one summer and she moved out to be with him. He'll call and say, "Hey meet us for dinner at Joe's Crab Shack bout 6...k?" or "You need to get out here so we can do the Rice-a-Roni on the trolley in  San Fransico." or "I'm sitting out in the pool." To this I always reply, "Hope you get a sunburn." He may call to sing to me, tell me how wonderful the weather is there, with a joke or just to say, "What's a happen hot stuff?" I'm pushing the great 4-0 this year so Tiddy called on Saturday to let me know that it's not as glamourous as I think it will be. I'm gonna get out of bed every day and feel like I'm walking on packing peanuts, and feel the arthritis and bursitis in all my joints. Gee thanks for telling me what to look forward to Tiddy, but remember....you will always be older than me! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8951036153445434150?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8951036153445434150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8951036153445434150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8951036153445434150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8951036153445434150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiddy.html' title='TIDDY'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSOT2ACwnAI/AAAAAAAAANk/VbDNLqf46G4/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-858188947109944961</id><published>2008-11-17T18:33:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:43:12.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSIlvsPVdnI/AAAAAAAAANc/ftoZiuXm_0w/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269816015236462194" /&gt;What was your first car back in high school? I got the handed-me-down  1978 yellow Ford Fiesta. I was proud of it too. There were 3 of them in existence back when I was a sophmore in high school. Barry Black had one, Shannon Terry had one, then me. I remember one day we all parked by one another and Shannon couldn't remember which one was her's. I also was flipped the bird on more than one occasion because people thought I was Shannon. That's when I put tri-color blue racing strips up and over the top of mine. I also had a sun roof put in it. That only cost me a 6-pack of beer. Lots of great memories from that ride. Don't know if it's still alive, but the damn odometer rolled over 3 times making it a new ride every time. So now times have surely changed. My son is a senior this year and his taste in cars is on a much higher level. He worked the summer of 9th grade and made enough money to buy his first car out right. Mind you he had to go all the way to Minnesota to get it, but a sweet little ride. It was ok for him to be seen with Mom driving it around tell he learned how to drive a manual, then he didn't want me driving it anymore. Was ruining his mojo with the chicks.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSIlQfMWseI/AAAAAAAAANU/b5oyyVjKQdg/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269815479158354402" /&gt;                               1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse GST&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then he wanted a Honda, so he and his Dad spent loads of time surfing ebay till he found the one of his dreams. This one is in San Diego, California. They will fly out and then drive it home. This was his 17th Birthday present to himself. Again he bought this on his own. So they didn't quite have the greatest weather bringing it home. This was in January. Lots of rain in California and snow over South Pass, but they made it back in one piece and in two days. We still laugh cuz we know people were calling them "stupid idiots from California" driving that in the snow. Especially over South Pass. Ken just keep it in 4th gear and lugged it up the mountain. An exausting trip, but one they won't forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSIkA3sMAmI/AAAAAAAAANM/mjzSiyiR8RU/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269814111344788066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                               1999 Honda Acura Integra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes these both are fast little rice grinders, (as we call them). Am I allowed to drive either one now? NO! He doesn't want me racing either one, and the chicks always want to know who that girl is driving his car. It embarasses him to say, "That's my Mom". Now I wish I had better taste for a ride back in my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-858188947109944961?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/858188947109944961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=858188947109944961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/858188947109944961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/858188947109944961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-ride.html' title='FIRST RIDE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSIlvsPVdnI/AAAAAAAAANc/ftoZiuXm_0w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-9077985943682197107</id><published>2008-11-16T13:10:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:39:40.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS</title><content type='html'>We all have those days where you don't want to deal with little things. Like dishes, taking the dog out, laundry, the trash. You get the point. How do you solve these issues? We do rock, paper, scissors at our house. Ya see the other night I told hubby it was his turn to tak&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSCC8HJoIkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LejfzzPKFvU/s320/2785979591_c4f6dae34f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269355533246669378" /&gt;e the dog out cuz I had taken her out all day. This was his solution, and thought he would win with no prob. Well he LOST! He tried again the next night over the dishes. Again he LOST! Now he tells me I &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSCDBR0iCAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/21L1FeynVCU/s320/250px-Rock_paper_scissors.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269355622010324994" /&gt;cheated. What? How do you cheat at this game? He just SUCKS and was mad. We play the extended version with the additional weapon, "dynamite". Dynamite is the extended index finger and it defeats rock and paper but is defeated by scissors. Give it a try. You'll at least get a good chuckle out of it. See if you can keep a straight face with your opponent, I have yet to. I usually can't stop laughing! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-9077985943682197107?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/9077985943682197107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=9077985943682197107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9077985943682197107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/9077985943682197107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-paper-scissors.html' title='ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SSCC8HJoIkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LejfzzPKFvU/s72-c/2785979591_c4f6dae34f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7710052294921927121</id><published>2008-11-15T09:23:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:28:17.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B-DAY TERRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7_Tof5JfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Qx3njG4_Hec/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7_Tof5JfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Qx3njG4_Hec/s320/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268929326823843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sheri with birthday boy Terry. AWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7_KxlU4SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m9vQb_ITaaY/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7_KxlU4SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m9vQb_ITaaY/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268929174643728674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Me woopin on Terry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-9jKxcsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rm_S4MjFp-M/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-9jKxcsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rm_S4MjFp-M/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268928947435958978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paula getting a good laugh at Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-z4U0rkI/AAAAAAAAAME/CsDImZ0UGyA/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-z4U0rkI/AAAAAAAAAME/CsDImZ0UGyA/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268928781316566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott getting an ear full from Terry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-LoVMfAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iEb_Y6QKOjU/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7-LoVMfAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iEb_Y6QKOjU/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268928089828391938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ken getting some man-love from Terry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR79SOXNb1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9YsesaG08sg/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR79SOXNb1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/9YsesaG08sg/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927103604977490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billy and Laura getting some huggin from Terry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our great bud Terry's birthday. Age of this magnificent fella? 39! WOW So lastnight for a little b-day celebration us girls convinced the guys to go to the wine tasting party. Mind you our boys drink of choice is BEER! They were good sports for awhile, then to the bar for a drink that went down much smoother. We all went to dinner, you know the place in town that the waitress writes her name on the table upside down in crayon. Some people are impressed by this and call it talent, I consider it art. Ask my hubby. Back in high school I could sign his mom's name better than she could (this was so he could skip class). How did I learn this you ask? Flip the signature upside down and follow the lines! Wa-la.... art! A little trick my ex-brother-in-law taught me. He is an artist. Anyway we left our own art on the table. Happy birthday notes to Terry, semi-dirty jokes, or whatever. Next stop, the Silver Dollar for a few drinks and laughs, and by all means pictures! Good times to ring in birthday boys 39th. Happy Birthday Buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7710052294921927121?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7710052294921927121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7710052294921927121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7710052294921927121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7710052294921927121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-b-day-terry.html' title='HAPPY B-DAY TERRY!'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR7_Tof5JfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Qx3njG4_Hec/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-6151518183287516900</id><published>2008-11-14T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:01:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIFE SWAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR4RYl2HJgI/AAAAAAAAALs/Fa412QQzutg/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR4RYl2HJgI/AAAAAAAAALs/Fa412QQzutg/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268667728243664386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year at the Christmas party we have our photo taken as a group and with our spouses and hang it in the shop for folks to look at. Another  slow day at the shop enticed the BOSS, myself and Charlene to play swap pictures of the wives and see how long it takes everyone else to notice. Molly noticed first, then had to tell Mel. Well they didn't like whom they were with so they played switch-a-roo and picked the hubby they wanted. This will go on till the new pictures are placed in the frame. Ya can say we sure have alot of laughter and fun at our shop. By the way, I'm with Mel's hubby Frank. He's been my second husband since 1995. Shhh don't tell Ken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-6151518183287516900?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/6151518183287516900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=6151518183287516900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6151518183287516900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/6151518183287516900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/wife-swap.html' title='WIFE SWAP'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SR4RYl2HJgI/AAAAAAAAALs/Fa412QQzutg/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8609627501436697983</id><published>2008-11-10T16:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:48:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRjE1FLfIoI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y4q8olF9Ty4/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRjE1FLfIoI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y4q8olF9Ty4/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267176180412260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A UFO in Glacier National Park! Who would have thunk it? Bizarre as it is I do however have the photo to prove it. Ok so the story goes.... I worked at a One Hour Photo Shop and a friend of mine took the picture. He and another guy were off doing what they do best. Getting great photos in the park. So as you enter the park there is this cattle guard you cross. Well... lots of cars back in this era (photo taken in 1992) had hub caps on the wheels. So really it is a hub cap flying high in the sky. One guy is hiding behind the sign throwing the hub cap while the other guy snapped the pic. HAHA  Pretty realistic huh? Your gonna look again, aren't ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8609627501436697983?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8609627501436697983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8609627501436697983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8609627501436697983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8609627501436697983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/ufo.html' title='UFO?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRjE1FLfIoI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y4q8olF9Ty4/s72-c/IMG_1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2307411929839142365</id><published>2008-11-05T19:27:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:33:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILLION $ DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJZA5xAITI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FcWRfa-bdl4/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJZA5xAITI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FcWRfa-bdl4/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368786390753586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cidney our bullmastiff. We refer to her as the million dollar dog. A little history why. Cidney was born Aug. 1st of 2001, she became ours when she was 8 weeks old. Cost.. $200.00&lt;div&gt;She was a smart dog getting the potty training down the day we got home. Then... recurring bladder infections for the first 6 months of her life, living on drugs. We had her to numerous vets who couldn't figure out why. The greatest vet that we used was back in California so a phone call I made. I was willing to take her out there. Good news tho... Dr. Dave was returning to Cody to start his own practice. He found the problem. Stenosis of the vaginal structure with puppy vaginitis... what is this, her vaginal opening became restricted further down the tube. After she urinated the urine would just stay in the tube and cause infection. How do we fix this? Spay her. It worked, no more infections. Yeah!! Now we think nothing else can go wrong. Ha Ha! She comes up lame on her right front leg. Back to Dr. Dave. X-rays couldn't quite tell us what was really going on. Dr. Dave wasn't sure if it was shoulder or elbow. He told us about Dr. Taylor at Alameda East Veterinary Hospital in Denver. If you watch Animal Planet you may have heard about the vet clinic or him. The show is called Emergency Vets. Dr. Taylor is the older gray haired gentleman. Wonderful guy. You quessed it, we are making the trip to Denver. Dr. Taylor examines Cid and is positive it's elbow and not shoulder. A quick MRI will tell if it's the elbow. If not, to the CT machine to look at the shoulder. Hours later he shows us the pictures. It's the elbows.. Yes both of them. Bone spurs are cutting into the cartilage, so he will do arthroscopic sugery. It's genetic he tells us. Cost $3,500.00. A few days after returning home she comes down with pneumonia. An emergency visit to Dr. Dave shows that a lobe on both her right and left lung were collapsed. Now she's recovering well from surgery and it's time for therapy. We find out that Dr. Brown in Billings has a treadmill in water, so up to Billings we go on a weekly basic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJheMcwfyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hzQpgKsXckw/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265378085715345186" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Here she is walking on the treadmill.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJkCN6f7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RqKTuZQctv4/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265380903607070098" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Loving the jets after working out. AWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year later Cid goes lame on her left back leg. I suspected it was an ACL. Hello again Dr. Dave. X-rays proved I was correct. 70% torn. So in March she has surgery on that.  After two months of therapy, yes I'm her therapist. I learned all the correct ways to stretch and massage her leg for a full recovery. Maybe I should be doing dog therapy on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJlzOfupYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KEM68ft3MdA/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382845088441730" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Here she is after surgery on the left leg.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJl-CNh-KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/caMk-2u3IPQ/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265383030769449122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mom made me where dads shorts so I wouldn't lick the incision. Ha I always had them off when she got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months later she had to have the right leg done. Dr. Dave said that the right leg would take on so much strain because she wouldn't be able to walk on the left one for a month. Cost $1,200.00 per leg. 7 weeks out of surgery, Cid goes to chase a bunny in the yard and blows out the meniscus on the right leg. Cost $980.00. I pretty much spent that summer caring for her. Stretch, massage, walk her, stretch again and then ice it down. It took at least an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJo5RUgveI/AAAAAAAAALE/-bBgtdEeEQw/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265386247460797922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am after surgery on the right leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJp47TcmVI/AAAAAAAAALU/tJmOHXReCCM/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265387341062379858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom put me in little girl tights this time. How embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we had a trip planned to go to Reno and returned to Cidney blowing out a disc in her back. Well two, one on the right side and one on left side of her lower spine. The only thing to do for her is to confine her to a crate big enough to turn around in for 2 weeks. O she hated this. She is diagnosised with Degenerative disc disease. Then Ken comes home one day after work to... blood all over the house. Looking like a crime scene, and Cidney about on her death bed. So she gets to stay the night at the vet clinic with lots of fluids pumping in her. Diagnosis...Hemorrhagic Gastroenteritis. For short HGE. It's and intestinal condition. Dr. Dave just loves us. We make his house payment, I'm sure of it. Or I have bought some damn good equipment for him at the clinic. I even had a plate made for him to put on maybe the x-ray machine that says, "Donated by Tara and Cidney Posey". Yes she has the thickest file at Advance Veternary Care Clinic.  Well we get by for almost a year with out any problems with her. She plays with her sister, chases bunnies in the yard, sleeps on the  sandy beach  soaking in the sun and just enjoying life. Not so fast. Today we got to go see Dr. K. (this is Dr. Dave's wife). Cidney has blown out the C-2 in her neck, still part of the degenerative disc disease. She is just a genetic nightmare. Lots of pain meds on board, steroids, and tons of love, she will have to wear a neck brace for up to 2 weeks to let it heal. So to date we have a price tag of $12,500.00 on her. I know you think we are crazy huh? Well I could go buy a car for the same price, but it doesn't give me unconditional love every day and it will die too.  She's only 7 and has been through alot. She's a tough girl with a will to live. We should have called her lucky, cuz she's damn lucky we got her, no one else would have spent the money on her.  If you knew her you would fall in love with her. Everyone who has work on her from here to Denver to Billings tells us how much they love her.  She loves anyone and is really a sweet heart. Just dealt a bad genetic makeup. You can say I'm attached to her big time. The lesson? This is what happens when you breed with in the family. Now you know why she is our million dollar dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJvW69BP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/8hLPTI0IoIk/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265393353922527042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2307411929839142365?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2307411929839142365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2307411929839142365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2307411929839142365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2307411929839142365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/million-dog.html' title='MILLION $ DOG'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRJZA5xAITI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FcWRfa-bdl4/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-7808378551636406461</id><published>2008-11-04T20:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:31:34.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREETING FROM AN ANGEL</title><content type='html'>Today was like any other day. First stop "The Beta" for my cup of java before heading to work. I rounded the corner and actually got a parking spot in the front. Yes! The g&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRETL46FqgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zP8tc592r_4/s320/eden1stdayofschool002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265010534348335618" /&gt;reatest part of this morning was Eden was outside drawing with chalk on the sidewalk and spotted me getting out of my rig. Her eyes lit up, she smiled real big, and she came running to give me a great big bear hug! Her response was, "I knew that was your car." So before I could let her down she asked if I would "Please " draw on the sidewalk with her. I can't refuse that offer, and thank god Eden doesn't know I can't draw. So she already has a girl figure drawn (mind you she can draw, it was awesome) and as she writes her name above the girl, I write my name below. We head  inside to finish our conversation while Meg makes my coffee. Before I leave Eden again says "Please draw with me some more." Can't refuse again, so out the door we go. We pick out the color of chalk to get started. Eden grabs pink and I grab blue. She again draws an amazing girl with hair, clothes and shoes. She says its Maya. I made a smiley face. Eden asks,"Where's the hair, clothes, etc." Ha Ha I can maybe make it look like a stick figure, so we then decided it was her dad Mike. Sorry buddy, you are skinny tho. I had to get going but Eden didn't let me go without one more big HUG!!!  Meg is right on about Eden.... china doll skin and all, she surely is an angel! Thanks for making my day girl!!!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-7808378551636406461?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/7808378551636406461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=7808378551636406461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7808378551636406461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/7808378551636406461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/11/greeting-from-angel.html' title='GREETING FROM AN ANGEL'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SRETL46FqgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zP8tc592r_4/s72-c/eden1stdayofschool002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-1222121901395794546</id><published>2008-11-02T17:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:18:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posey Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/19/19/42/191942_1658345a14e094spe7k503.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQsHNPBOz9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kCQtxNKWXJ0/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308513463947218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a safe and Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-5755661398300271711?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/5755661398300271711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=5755661398300271711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5755661398300271711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/5755661398300271711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQsHNPBOz9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kCQtxNKWXJ0/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-4133481298352156324</id><published>2008-10-29T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:08:53.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FOOD ADDICT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQky17Omi1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NteSYLOj3gk/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQky17Omi1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NteSYLOj3gk/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262793541572528978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is our boxer Cierra aka-tubby nubby, aka-chunky monkey. Good thing she has a face you can love, cuz she has got one HUGE problem...FOOD! This is what she thinks about all day and night.  If you've been gone to long she usually has found something to eat. It's really amazing how she gets her paws so far back on the counter. Now for today's surprise, as Skyler was the blessed one whom got home first to open the door. It all started when he called to ask again what pills each dog gets with dinner. After telling him twice with the same info he says..."O Ya Cierra ate the whole loaf of banana bread that was on the counter." Now this is not shocking to me any more, but great she ate the tin-foil too. Thats not gonna digest very well and may hurt coming out. DAMN DOG! Now I'll be up all night with her gut moaning, and her farting butt. How pleasant this is gonna be. It's kinda funny to see her glazed eyes tho. Yep, I hope to hell she's miserable. Mind you this is not the first item she has shopped for while we are away. She has eaten a half chocolate sheet cake, a 3 pound roast that was in the slow cooker, a 1 pound turkey meatloaf, a crock pot full of gumbo, and numerous cracker, cookies, fruit or what ever Skyler may have left in his room. I'm glad we feed her so well. Her vet doesn't quiet like her diet and her weight just keeps creeping up on the scale. Yes I have had a lecture or two about this. But surprising she's still alive huh?  So ya think she has a problem yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-4133481298352156324?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/4133481298352156324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=4133481298352156324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4133481298352156324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/4133481298352156324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-addict.html' title='THE FOOD ADDICT'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQky17Omi1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NteSYLOj3gk/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-173345511003768079</id><published>2008-10-27T19:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:52:35.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LANDFILL BOTTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQZwK3x5fUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xKAajC4SEK4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQZwK3x5fUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xKAajC4SEK4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016546703244610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a client who still uses a metal watering can to water plants outside. Her &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 63px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQZwDdVOLqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qFmWiLMgNwA/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016419344559778" /&gt;4 yr.old grandson was helping her one day and asked the simple question. "Grandma, why don't you water with the landfill bottle?" She gave it some thought for a minute. Todays kids see water in bottles that are thrown away and end up in the landfill. Pretty smart thinking 4 yr. old. Which leaves us to this....what a disposable world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-173345511003768079?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/173345511003768079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=173345511003768079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/173345511003768079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/173345511003768079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/landfill-bottle.html' title='LANDFILL BOTTLE'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQZwK3x5fUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xKAajC4SEK4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-8140756919698416727</id><published>2008-10-24T15:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:35:24.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>QUARTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQI_Ud5QDeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MH6X0cVoLZc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQI_Ud5QDeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MH6X0cVoLZc/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260836935576849890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie wanted desperately to have sex with this really cute, hot girl in the office, but she was dating someone else. One day Eddie got so frustrated that he went to her &amp;amp; said. "I'll give you $100.00 if you let me have sex with you." The girl looked at him &amp;amp; said, "NO!" Eddie said, "I'll be so fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down &amp;amp; I'll finish by the time you've picked it up." She thought for a moment &amp;amp; said that she would have to consult with her boyfriend. She called him &amp;amp; explained the situation. Her boyfriend says, "Ask him for $200.00 &amp;amp; pick up the money really fast. He won't even be able to get his pants down." She agreed &amp;amp; accepts the  proposal. Over half and hour goes by &amp;amp; the boyfriend is still waiting for the girlfriend to call. Finally, after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls &amp;amp; asks, "What happened?" Still breathing hard, she managed to reply, "The fucker had all quarters!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-8140756919698416727?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/8140756919698416727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=8140756919698416727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8140756919698416727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/8140756919698416727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/quarters.html' title='QUARTERS'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SQI_Ud5QDeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MH6X0cVoLZc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2319387782501865220</id><published>2008-10-22T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:32:57.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT BABY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP_hPG8i54I/AAAAAAAAAI8/b5kha4Tqs0o/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP_hPG8i54I/AAAAAAAAAI8/b5kha4Tqs0o/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170539470874498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP_g4QDBgnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NKuQ0nvS9hI/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP_g4QDBgnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NKuQ0nvS9hI/s320/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170146776973938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home Mom!!! This is how I'm greeted everytime I return home. Sometimes there's one baby, sometimes there's two. So what does this all mean? Hell if I know, but she prances around with it for a few minutes following me as close as possible, pawing my leg, and eyeing me with the look.  I woof  u mom, I was good while you were gone, she (refering to the boxer) did it! That's when I start looking the house over to see what's wrong. It's a surprise every time I open the door, but I woof them! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2319387782501865220?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2319387782501865220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2319387782501865220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2319387782501865220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2319387782501865220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-baby.html' title='GOT BABY?'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP_hPG8i54I/AAAAAAAAAI8/b5kha4Tqs0o/s72-c/IMG_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-144450259797759347</id><published>2008-10-20T19:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:36:15.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PET GOAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP0x4eJi_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/S1-ZGFBV1_w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP0x4eJi_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/S1-ZGFBV1_w/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259414786074148834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my husband was leaving to go back to work from lunch he heard this goat having a major fuss. In the back of this truck was a cute black &amp;amp; white goat that could barely see over the bed rails. Kinda redneck if you ask me. Can't say as I have ever seen someone driving around with a goat in the back of a truck before. To each is there own. So as I'm heading in to work I catch a glimpse of a guy jumping in to the bed of his truck at the vet clinic. HAHA It's the truck with the little goat. Funnier is the goat had a blue cast on his back leg. Quess the little feller is this guy's pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-144450259797759347?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/144450259797759347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=144450259797759347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/144450259797759347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/144450259797759347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/pet-goat.html' title='PET GOAT'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SP0x4eJi_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/S1-ZGFBV1_w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-3163564427088911847</id><published>2008-10-19T11:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:15:16.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG TALK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPttvjMy9jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RoYdIbLOPWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPttvjMy9jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RoYdIbLOPWQ/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258917653555377714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPtthbDVbpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FidSxRXuUiA/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPtthbDVbpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FidSxRXuUiA/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258917410850041490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler just luvs to play chase with our mastiff Cidney. One of their favorite games is... "catch me if you can" around the island in the kitchen. Sky gets Cid to chase him, then will stop across the island from her, do a stare down, and then does this dog language I don't even understand. Apparently Cid does, cuz she always responds. They have this great conversation for a few minutes, then the chase is on again. I guess what scares me the most is Skyler knows dog language! Does this constitute as a foreign language to graduate from high school then? If so please put this on his transcript.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-3163564427088911847?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/3163564427088911847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=3163564427088911847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3163564427088911847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/3163564427088911847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-at-play.html' title='DOG TALK'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPttvjMy9jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RoYdIbLOPWQ/s72-c/IMG_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667096712982967723.post-2256325868026993992</id><published>2008-10-16T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:06:07.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SIS-TA-LY LUV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPfzBABDLrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1kA3Kv_x0iM/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPfzBABDLrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1kA3Kv_x0iM/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257938288488165042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, the girls luv each other very much. Always sleeping close to one another. There is an exception tho.... Cierra (the boxer) prefers to sprawl out on the dog cot at the end of the bed at nite. Cidney (the fawn mastiff) luvs to cuddle with daddy every nite in bed. We have the Select Comfort bed that you adjust the amount of air you want to sleep on. Ken likes 35 so it makes this really nice hole to lay in. Cidney calls it cuddling...Ken calls it BULLSHIT cuz she takes over his side of the bed, he wakes up to a sliver of mattress, and a back-ache from HELL!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667096712982967723-2256325868026993992?l=islandgrl-t.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/feeds/2256325868026993992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667096712982967723&amp;postID=2256325868026993992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2256325868026993992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667096712982967723/posts/default/2256325868026993992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islandgrl-t.blogspot.com/2008/10/sis-ta-ly-luv.html' title='SIS-TA-LY LUV'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913610312683583304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SV_kkKiH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HYgQYDfcVBs/S220/IMG_2000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsWqQAOhqi4/SPfzBABDLrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1kA3Kv_x0iM/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
