<?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-35497361</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:02:28.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Gramma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-6067206426469139458</id><published>2008-12-16T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:25:57.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I would be alone, but someone wonderful came into my Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfxuY5VL9I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwowSbLr9Io/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280454867374387154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfxuY5VL9I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwowSbLr9Io/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought that life would be very lonely, I happen to meet someone that was put in my path. He is honest, trustworthy, and kind. Its a dream come true. Someone pinch me, or maybe I am just dreaming. Tall, and handsome to boot. WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could give him my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-6067206426469139458?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/6067206426469139458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=6067206426469139458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6067206426469139458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6067206426469139458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-i-would-be-alone-but-someone.html' title='Thought I would be alone, but someone wonderful came into my Life!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfxuY5VL9I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwowSbLr9Io/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-7859536022887568885</id><published>2008-09-15T13:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:03:35.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will tell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SM6jBm9-DvI/AAAAAAAAACA/SvxWxswcBN4/s1600-h/gramma+rylan+and+buddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246309863968870130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SM6jBm9-DvI/AAAAAAAAACA/SvxWxswcBN4/s320/gramma+rylan+and+buddy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so long since I have posted, and so much has changed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see I left my husband on March 26th 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved into housing on April 1st 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had one family crisis after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My health is failing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being single, but not as much as being with someone that doesnt care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to lose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seeing a really good councellor though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my dog and he has been my salvation through this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still working in the same place as the last posting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still get frustrated with myself, but not as much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother got married again, that was nice&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/35497361-7859536022887568885?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/7859536022887568885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=7859536022887568885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7859536022887568885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7859536022887568885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-will-tell.html' title='Time will tell!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SM6jBm9-DvI/AAAAAAAAACA/SvxWxswcBN4/s72-c/gramma+rylan+and+buddy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-7984312464296526302</id><published>2008-01-28T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:47:50.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in General</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/R549Ud0XlOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sq-Z1FaGxws/s1600-h/pay+it+forward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160629644824122594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/R549Ud0XlOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sq-Z1FaGxws/s320/pay+it+forward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share this with everyone. I came across this the other day and I really like it. I am not sure where you can get them but I liked the idea. My job is going great, and my boss is wonderful. I run the office, and have been in charge on varous occasions. My marriage is still a mess, and I hope that will change soon. I am going back to Alanon again, and I hope that will help me. We dont have anything in common anymore. He does his thing and I do mine, not much of a marriage huh. I am not ready to give up yet. I still have my dog and he keeps me sane. He is so funny. In the nicer weather I am planning on biking to work, my job is just off the rail trail, and close to my house if I take the trail. Not busy at work today. Will blog again another day.....Chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-7984312464296526302?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/7984312464296526302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=7984312464296526302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7984312464296526302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7984312464296526302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-in-general.html' title='Life in General'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/R549Ud0XlOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sq-Z1FaGxws/s72-c/pay+it+forward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-1440795823682222183</id><published>2007-10-25T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:45:02.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time since I blogged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RyDVuW0FB4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8U01E1_mLdI/s1600-h/vehicles+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125331368322336642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RyDVuW0FB4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8U01E1_mLdI/s320/vehicles+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to update everyone. I have a job now, and like it alot. This is the one of the trucks that I rent out. I have moved as well, and am finally in a place of our own. It is an apartment but its our place. No more sharing space. It is slowly getting organized. I will post again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-1440795823682222183?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/1440795823682222183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=1440795823682222183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/1440795823682222183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/1440795823682222183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title='Long Time since I blogged!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RyDVuW0FB4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8U01E1_mLdI/s72-c/vehicles+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-5335826408941618212</id><published>2007-05-10T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:32:53.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a Rut!</title><content type='html'>I havent posted in so long. Since I lost my job, because of budget cuts. I have been spending alot of time at home, looking for a job. I had one for a week, but then found out it wasnt what they said it was, and my knees swelled up like balloons and I couldnt walk and my knees were giving out. I have recently found out what was the matter with my knees. It is a form of bursitis, and now I need to take it easy and rest....right. I found out that because I quit my job that they put my unemployment on hold until they get the information from my Doctor. Well it has taken 2 weeks to get in to see him and then he sent me for x rays and ultra sound, and then they got the results and I had to make another appointment to get a doctors note and that is another 2 weeks, in the mean time no money. I have to go on May 23rd to get cortisone shots and have my knees drained, they do it in the Doctors office now. Unemployment will decide by May 23rd, Yah! right. That doesnt pay the bills, so every day I get up in major pain and go to man power to look for a job. Go on interviews and make it look like I am fine. I guess I will have to commute again because there are no office jobs around here.  So I will have to travel to Kitchener Waterloo. This I am not happy about. I cant work where I have to stand all day, my knees wouldnt take it. Today is a hard day. It rained all night, and my knees swelled again and were very painful. Well hopefully the next post is a happier one. ......................chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-5335826408941618212?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/5335826408941618212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=5335826408941618212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/5335826408941618212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/5335826408941618212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-in-rut.html' title='I&apos;m in a Rut!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-9162906585571247380</id><published>2007-02-23T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:02:17.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/Rd85JaCT_0I/AAAAAAAAABA/vk2Mh2HHCBI/s1600-h/image005.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034805742194130754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/Rd85JaCT_0I/AAAAAAAAABA/vk2Mh2HHCBI/s400/image005.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so true. Many times I can look in the mirror and I see something that I dont like. My self Esteem lessons that I am doing right now, has taught me to see the positive. This is very hard to do when you are used to seeing only the negative. We can always tear ourselves down, but it is harder to build ourselves up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I will try and see the lion in myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-9162906585571247380?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/9162906585571247380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=9162906585571247380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/9162906585571247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/9162906585571247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-matters-to-me.html' title='What matters to me!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/Rd85JaCT_0I/AAAAAAAAABA/vk2Mh2HHCBI/s72-c/image005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-7562441020163745669</id><published>2007-02-09T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:01:11.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From this........ to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RczODClQjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXjmQrNNPpE/s1600-h/CA9K4FTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029621435494075746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RczODClQjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXjmQrNNPpE/s400/CA9K4FTH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RczOGilQjXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ravNG1A3Rk4/s1600-h/CATGB6RZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029621495623617906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RczOGilQjXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ravNG1A3Rk4/s400/CATGB6RZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35497361-7562441020163745669?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/7562441020163745669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=7562441020163745669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7562441020163745669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7562441020163745669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-this-to-this.html' title='From this........ to this'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RczODClQjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CXjmQrNNPpE/s72-c/CA9K4FTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-6539116957216517123</id><published>2007-02-06T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:01:11.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Highs</title><content type='html'>It Does Make You Feel Good, especially the thought at the end of #44.&lt;br /&gt; 1.     Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2.     Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3.     A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;4.     No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;5.     A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6.     Getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;7.     Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8.     Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9.     Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10.    Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11.    Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;12.    A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;13.    Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;14.    A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;15.    The beach.&lt;br /&gt;16.    Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;17.    Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18.    Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you&lt;br /&gt;19.    Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;20.    Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;21.    Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;22.    Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;23.    Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;24.    Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;25.    Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to   sleep.&lt;br /&gt;26.    Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;27.    Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;28.    Playing with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;29.    Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;30.    Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;31.    Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;32.    Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;33.    Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;34.    Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;35.    Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;36.    Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;37.    Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;38.    Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good&lt;br /&gt;       or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;39.    Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much&lt;br /&gt;       desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;40.    Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;41.    Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another&lt;br /&gt;       beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;42.    Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;43.    Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;44.    Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other&lt;br /&gt;       People think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Courage is just fear that has said its prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-6539116957216517123?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/6539116957216517123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=6539116957216517123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6539116957216517123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6539116957216517123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/02/natural-highs.html' title='Natural Highs'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-4597194402877328363</id><published>2007-02-02T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:40:26.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My New Process!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RcNoiH2ib6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dk02kv7-iGE/s1600-h/healing-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026976544508243874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="252" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RcNoiH2ib6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dk02kv7-iGE/s400/healing-heart.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"2 Positive thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to every 1 Negative thought"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-4597194402877328363?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/4597194402877328363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=4597194402877328363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/4597194402877328363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/4597194402877328363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-positive-thoughts-to-every-1-negative.html' title='This is My New Process!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/RcNoiH2ib6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dk02kv7-iGE/s72-c/healing-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-7697994132733169795</id><published>2007-01-29T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:48:25.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouraged!</title><content type='html'>Well here it is Monday again. Today I woke up feeling very lost. I have been looking for a job since I found out that I am loosing this one, and the prospects are not good. I live in a little town that has about 6,000 people in total, and there is not many jobs here. I dont want to have to travel to a bigger city, because it will be about 45 minutes to an hour drive, to work. That will mean that we will have to move closer to my work, and the rentals there are very expensive. The rents here have gone up quite expensive as well. As you know we are living with my brother in law in his house, and even though he is never here it isnt the same as being in your own house. Our stuff is in storage and we are using his stuff, except for our bed and dressers. I am finding it very difficult to get my mind on work, because of not being sure of my future. Well it doesnt help that I have been treated like I have the plague here. I dont even want to be here anymore. Maybe I am depressed again. My mother just makes me feel worse, than I am, by bringing up "the what ifs", I can do that myself. Or reminding me how we got to the situation that we are in, and then I question my decisions again. I guess that is what moms are supposed to do. .............CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-7697994132733169795?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/7697994132733169795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=7697994132733169795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7697994132733169795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7697994132733169795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/discouraged.html' title='Discouraged!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-2693839146191640936</id><published>2007-01-25T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:46:32.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Shocker!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I have to start off by appologizing for my out rage the last post. It has been very hard to stay sane, when you are in the middle of all this and everyone keeps saying dont worry about it, things will get better, at least your getting paid to do nothing, etc. I am not used to just doing nothing all day. I am sitting in the corner with ear plugs in trying to work on my computer, beleive me it is hard. Drills and jack hammers, etc. OK now to the shocker. I was sitting in my brother in laws front room last night listening to my husband and brother in law talking, and my husband told my brother in law that we would probably be moving to Hamilton, because my daughters friend had offered us to rent their house.......................my mouth dropped open, and I said what???? I dont understand. He said that he liked her house and that would be the only reson that he would consider it. Well did I say shock..........I'm still waitting for someone to wake me up, or that he will say he was only joking. Well I dont know what will happen now. I will have to talk to the owners of the house I guess....................maybe!!!!!!!       Chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-2693839146191640936?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/2693839146191640936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=2693839146191640936&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/2693839146191640936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/2693839146191640936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-shocker.html' title='What a Shocker!!!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-2045513340058112598</id><published>2007-01-23T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:45:01.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Office Left</title><content type='html'>Well I came in this morning to find out that someone has packed up my files, and I dont know where they are, and then I was told that I had an hour to pack up the rest of myself, because they were taking my office apart. Well I said where am I going for the next month, and I was told that they were going to let me use an office for the next 2 weeks, and then after that they didnt know because, they would need that office to do some changes on as well. So the way it sits right now is, that I dont have an office, I dont know where all my stuff is and I am in someone elses office , doing absolutely nothing, and have been doing nothing since 11:00 am this morning. It is now 2:40 pm. They have treated me horrible here and no one can understand that I am angry and on the verge of tears.  The office that I am in right now has been used for storage, so I am squeezed in here in amongst gabage, old equipment, stacks of boxes and papers, and all sorts of other stuff. Everyone has ignored me all day and has kept telling me when I ask what I am to do they tell me that they dont know. I phone the big bosses and they said to be patient. In the mean time, I sit here and do nothing. Well maybe a little crying, no one has noticed anyways. I dont even have a phone anymore......................Well I had better sign off, I need to go and find more kleenex's...............CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-2045513340058112598?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/2045513340058112598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=2045513340058112598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/2045513340058112598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/2045513340058112598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-office-left.html' title='No Office Left'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-7793820137697232379</id><published>2007-01-18T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:27:37.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated and Angry</title><content type='html'>What do you think of an employer that can spend hundreds of thousands on renovations, and move people from office to office, bt they cant afford to keep you at work, to do a job, that no one wants to do anyways, and no one will be doing after you leave, because no one has time. If you can beleive it they are discussing moving this office and taking down that wall and putting another wall up some where else. It makes it very hard to want to do your job. I am just sick of this.....................CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-7793820137697232379?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/7793820137697232379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=7793820137697232379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7793820137697232379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/7793820137697232379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/frustrated-and-angry.html' title='Frustrated and Angry'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-6309136792622551327</id><published>2007-01-16T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:43:28.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick!!</title><content type='html'>I am back to work, but dont feel like I should be here, because I am still sick. Still coughing, still have the congestion. I was told by the nurse at the hospital the other day that this respiratory virus can last up to 8 weeks.  I hope it doesnt last that long. I need to find another doctor, the one I have is an idiot. I have had a very sharp pain in my lower back now for almost 4 months, and it goes down my leg. I cant sleep stand, sit or walk with out it hurting. I looked it up on the internet and it sounds like sciatica. I brought the information to the doctor, and he yelled at me and said that he is the doctor and not me. He also told me that it was because I have to loose weight, why I have the pain in my lower back......well Bull#$%^. I have been the same weight for at least 2 years, why would I have the problem now. He wont give me anything for pain, or do any tests, just loose weight. (His wife owns the womens gym here in town, and tells me I should joint) Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I dont like him. I cant loose weight any faster that I am doing right now, and I also have still been walking 3 times a week, even being sick. I dont want to go to him anymore. There are no doctors in my are axcepting new patience, I have looked into it. I didnt go to TOPS last week as I was too sick, and didnt want to give it to anyone, and besides they hold it at tghe hospital, and they wouldnt let me in anyways. Well I must go back to work...........CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-6309136792622551327?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/6309136792622551327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=6309136792622551327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6309136792622551327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6309136792622551327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick!!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-6817638019447564653</id><published>2007-01-10T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:25:23.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick as a Dog!</title><content type='html'>It seems like I just got over the Norwalk virus and now I have this cold virus. I have a doctors appointment today, because I have lost my voice and have a sore throat, and sneezing, and sinus congestion and my chest hurts from coughing so bad. I just want to go home and go to bed, but I cant. I have to work and pay bills. Seeing that I wont have a job in 7 weeks and 2 days, so I have to pay off as many bills as I can right now. We are having a problem with Buddy right now, he keeps snapping at people, yesterday he snapped at a girl that was walking by the house, and actually conected with her pants. I dont know what we are going to do with him. I think it was because he was bugged so much, and now he thinks its ok to snap and bite people. I will have to stop that right away. I will talk to the vet about it........Chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-6817638019447564653?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/6817638019447564653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=6817638019447564653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6817638019447564653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/6817638019447564653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick as a Dog!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-435811728738880630</id><published>2007-01-04T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:01:33.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well remember when I said 2007 can only get better..........</title><content type='html'>Well if this is any start to 2007, then maybe I want to go back to 2006. I just found out that I am finished work here on March 2nd, 2007. If you can beleive it I found out a very unusual way. I couldnt get into my programs at work anymore, so I called Kelly Services to find out what was going on, and they told me that I was dome work there on that date, but I should call to have axcess to my programs until then.............................What a blast!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-435811728738880630?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/435811728738880630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=435811728738880630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/435811728738880630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/435811728738880630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-remember-when-i-said-2007-can-only.html' title='Well remember when I said 2007 can only get better..........'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-243586533277036063</id><published>2007-01-02T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:39:50.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well it was a disaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy had been bugged all night by a little toddler that kept chasing him around and pulling his fir. He then turned around and snapped at her, and then was put in the vehicle for the rest of the night. I bet you think thats it right......not! The father of the little girl is a little waisted, and 3 bricks short of a house, decided to flip out. Threatened Glenn grabbed him by the neck and tried to choke him. It took 3 really big guys to get him off Glenn. Well that was the start of it......The guy then snapped and started fighting with the guy that was hosting the party, then his sons got into it.........well.....then the table got busted , the food went flying, all the fancy dishes got broke, the kids were all taken into the house, into the kitchen. Beer bottles were broke all over the place. Glass from the dishes were every where..........shall I go on. There was now 4 guys holding him down, so we said that we would leave. I got Glenn out to the vehicle, and then went back in to get Jessica, got pushed to the floor, and almost trampled on, they grabbed him again, and were able to hold him down, till we left. I cried and shook all the way home. " I almost got hit with a 2X4". .........That was our cue to go. When we got home, I called to see if everyone was ok. It takes us an hour to get home. I could not get an answer. After 1 more hour, she answered the phone. This is what I found out. The guy that hosted the party, was hit so hard in the head that he blacked out and stopped breathing, well the sons revived him and then flipped out on the guy. One of the sons has cuts all over him, and many broken ribs, the father has 2 black eyes, and a broken nose, and lots of bruises. They had to watch him all night, because he has a heart condition. One of the wives is pregnant and can not have any stress almost went into labor. (high risk pregnancy) I'm sure that Glenn will have bruises on his neck for a while. Well I left alot out because, as you can tell, it was horrible. I told Glenn we will never go back there again. We also found out that no one called the cops, because this guy is family. He even punched his own father in the stomach, and he has stomach cancer, and started throwing up blood. We were told the next day that this guy is going to jail for some other charge, for awhile, probably today. Well this was a long blog, but I thought I would share my exciting New Years Eve. The next year can only get better...............CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-243586533277036063?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/243586533277036063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=243586533277036063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/243586533277036063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/243586533277036063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-1037290651281235871</id><published>2006-12-29T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:23:08.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over for another year!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, how was your Christmas? We had a wonderful time at my daughters house. My grandson is a cutie. My husband even held him, WOW. (See Sophia's blog.) Hope you got lots of sleep Dave. We then went to Glenn's family Christmas Due, and then ended up with the flu and in the hospital Christmas eve night. We were sick all through Christmas, and then didnt go to any place else. I am still very tired and weak, but had to go to work anyways. So that was our Christmas. My step daughter had to look after us, instead of the other way round. I heard that my family Christmas was good. Maybe next year. I'm just glad its over now. We just have to get through New Years. Well I need to get back to work..............CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-1037290651281235871?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/1037290651281235871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=1037290651281235871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/1037290651281235871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/1037290651281235871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-over-for-another-year.html' title='Christmas is over for another year!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116679134363249125</id><published>2006-12-22T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:42:23.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is a time for Family (3 More Days)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/293455/kissing%20snowmen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/400/314001/kissing%20snowmen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its going to be a busy Christmas this year, but well worth it. Havent finished all my christmas shopping yet, but will probably forget something, as usual. Saturday we are heading to my daughters for christmas there, with her family and David and Aly. Then christmas eve is at my in laws, christmas day is at our place, then boxing day is at my brothers in Colingwood. Told you it was going to be busy. This year Glenn is going to come with me to every place. This is nice. Well til next time...........Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116679134363249125?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116679134363249125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116679134363249125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116679134363249125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116679134363249125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-time-for-family-3-more.html' title='Christmas is a time for Family (3 More Days)'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116653988993449998</id><published>2006-12-19T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:51:29.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days till Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/134919/merry%20xmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/320/341016/merry%20xmas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello everyone! Thanks Aly!!! You gave me the umph that I needed to post. Things are going great between my husband and myself since we had our talk. We are actually laughing and joking. I put up my tree, it looks nice and smells great. I finished all the santa sacks, and can now fill them. I have so much to do before saturday, and I dont have enough hours in the day to do them. I decided not to fret. If I dont get everything done oh well. This is a busy time of year, but I will stay sane. I decided to bake a lot of stuff this year and make some of my gifts. I remember the year that Sophia helped me make glass display cases for the kitchen. I had Jessica help this year with what I made. I think they are neat, and they werent hard to make. Well I must get back to work.................CHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116653988993449998?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116653988993449998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116653988993449998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116653988993449998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116653988993449998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/12/6-days-till-christmas.html' title='6 Days till Christmas'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116560600304960692</id><published>2006-12-08T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:26:43.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Time of year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/807165/snow%20covered%20bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/200/268777/snow%20covered%20bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was an unusual one. I was feeling very lost, alone and confused, as well as having panic attacks. I had decided to move out of the house, as I could not take it anymore. Well after hours and hours of talking and working out some things i think we will try and see what will happen. We are both going to work on it. I hope it works! I wasnt looking forward to living on my own, but I have done it before and could do it again. Only time will tell. I miss my kids! (although they arent kids anymore) I wish they didnt live so far away or I didnt live so far away. My grand son is getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the snow. Isnt it beautiful? Very calm and relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116560600304960692?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116560600304960692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116560600304960692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116560600304960692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116560600304960692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-time-of-year.html' title='Its the Time of year!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116465738663224222</id><published>2006-11-27T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:56:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel lonely in a room full of people?</title><content type='html'>Can you feel fear and Panic, and a sense of dread, but not know why. Can you feel like you can't get your breath and there is nothing wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup Its called Panic and Anxiety Disorder, and you have no way of knowing when you will get another one, and how long it will last. You just know that it scares the daylights out of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116465738663224222?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116465738663224222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116465738663224222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116465738663224222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116465738663224222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-feel-lonely-in-room-full-of.html' title='Can you feel lonely in a room full of people?'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116412512955527767</id><published>2006-11-21T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:13:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Family &amp; Its Growing</title><content type='html'>"Like Father Like Son"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/145042/like%20father%20like%20son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/320/687973/like%20father%20like%20son.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arent they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/566886/What%20a%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/320/812031/What%20a%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Daughter, My son and My Grandson&lt;br /&gt;(still waiting for Family pics of Sophia, Ju&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/1600/470341/David%20&amp;%20Aly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7063/2795/320/931700/David%20%26%20Aly.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stin and Rylan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is my Sons new Girlfriend isnt she cute as a button &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116412512955527767?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116412512955527767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116412512955527767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116412512955527767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116412512955527767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/meet-my-family-its-growing.html' title='Meet My Family &amp; Its Growing'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116379411247198196</id><published>2006-11-17T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:10:37.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCHANTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/Fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/Fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/sleeping%20fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/sleeping%20fairy.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent these lovely......I love Fairy Pics and anything fairy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116379411247198196?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116379411247198196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116379411247198196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116379411247198196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116379411247198196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/enchanting.html' title='ENCHANTING'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116299383319634554</id><published>2006-11-08T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:50:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to give up</title><content type='html'>I have been trying and trying to make my 2nd marriage work, but I dont see it happening unless something major happens to bring it back. We live in the same house, but dont do anything together. I get snapped at all the time, not talked to. I dont even know why I am here anymore. Maybe there must be some love some where deep inside. I am just sick of being treated like I dont exsist, or dont matter. This is not what married life is supposed to be like. I need to try something different. Any suggestions........................CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116299383319634554?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116299383319634554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116299383319634554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116299383319634554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116299383319634554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/ready-to-give-up.html' title='Ready to give up'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116290767463831183</id><published>2006-11-07T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:52:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well we are moved in now and starting to get used to being at someone elses house, I guess. You kind of feel like you are a long term visitor. Not sure what to do with yourself. I have found out that I packed some things that I needed, but its too late now. I have to make the best of things. I put a temporary fence up in the back yard so that Buddy doesnt keep going on the neighbours property to visit their dog. I smashed my thumb hammering in the poles. I will probably loose the end of my nail. Applied for 3 more jobs today. I hope I get the one, it is down the street and around the corner from us. I could walk to work. Hours are from 7-3 Monday to Friday. Nice hours huh. They need someone right away, and that suits me just fine.............Well I think that is it for today..............CHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116290767463831183?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116290767463831183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116290767463831183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116290767463831183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116290767463831183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/settling-in.html' title='Settling in!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116239727009786579</id><published>2006-11-01T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:07:50.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter and Grandson (Halloween)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/Halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/Halloween1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116239727009786579?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116239727009786579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116239727009786579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116239727009786579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116239727009786579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-daughter-and-grandson-halloween.html' title='My Daughter and Grandson (Halloween)'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116239494860564011</id><published>2006-11-01T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:29:08.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S DONE!!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I took the day off work and went and moved the rest of the stuff out of the old house and cleaned it up. My parents helped me, because they have a small trailer. It is done now, I seen the landlord and gave him all the keys. I am very releived, but still cant sleep. I ache so bad, that I feel sick. I think that I did a little too much, and my body is now telling me that it isnt happy. I figured that when I came into work this morning that I wouldnt have a job left, but no-one has said anything yet. My ulcer is working double time, even my meds arent doing anything for it. I guess I will need a few days to calm down. We only had 11 kids come to the door last night for Halloween.....................CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116239494860564011?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116239494860564011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116239494860564011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116239494860564011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116239494860564011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-done-its-over.html' title='IT&apos;S DONE!!!!! IT&apos;S OVER!!!!!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116221880392894075</id><published>2006-10-30T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:33:23.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made it.........Thank you!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This will just be a short blog today, because I hurt too much to type. The move went really bad, as I expected. (so much for possitive attatude) It started off that I couldnt get the trailer I rented because it was the wrong hook up for our vehicle and we couldnt get our trailer hitch out, it was rusted in. We ended up getting a pick up truck with a big cap on it. We didnt have enough help, and were still moving at 9:00 pm, then we had to move more on Sunday, and clean my brother in laws house as well. We still have stuff at the other house, and will have to go after work today to move it, as well as clean that house. There is mud all over the house because of all the rain and snow we had both days. I may have to rent a carpet cleaner for the floors as well. My car died, and I had to get my husband to drive me to work today. So hope fully I have a ride home. I guess I'm not getting to my doctors appointment today, either. Buddy has been out of sorts all week end......he actually was wimpering this morning when we left for work.............................I cried......................this is what I did almost all week end. I'm glad its almost over.............CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116221880392894075?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116221880392894075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116221880392894075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116221880392894075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116221880392894075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-made-itthank-you.html' title='We Made it.........Thank you!!!!!!!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116189345118805818</id><published>2006-10-26T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:10:51.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week almost done, and the count down is on.</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post today because I may not have time until after the move. I have TOPS tonight. That is a weight loss group I go to. I dont think I lost anything this week, because it has been crazy at my house and I havent been eating properly. I have just been grabbing fast meals or left over what ever. I am taking alot of stuff to the salvation army and the dump. My mom is coming over with the trailer tonight to help me load it up and take it away, then maybe I can have my kitchen back. I have snapped my fingers over and over to have a genie appear, but no luck so far. I guess we will have to make the best of things. Its hard not to get depressed about all this, but I keep telling myself that things could be worse, and can get worse. Hope everything is well with everyone........................................CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116189345118805818?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116189345118805818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116189345118805818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116189345118805818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116189345118805818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-week-almost-done-and-count.html' title='Another week almost done, and the count down is on.'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116180189896923115</id><published>2006-10-25T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:44:58.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/cutey%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/400/cutey%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MEET MY GRAND SON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ISN'T HE THE CUTEST THING YOU EVER SEEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRAMMA LOVE'S YOU SWEETY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116180189896923115?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116180189896923115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116180189896923115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116180189896923115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116180189896923115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/meet-my-grand-son-isnt-he-cutest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116180163172962540</id><published>2006-10-25T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:40:31.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Exhausted</title><content type='html'>This moving stuff is for the birds. I am so tired, but I cant stop packing. I ache so bad. I know............... complain, complain! I was told yesterday that I have been taking too much time off, for personal reasons, so I wasnt allowed to take any more time off. So the nights are goin to get longer, because I cant leave early to start packing. When a work place has you in tears, it is time to find a new job. I think I am getting a cold as well. It is supposed to rain all week end. That should be nice for moving. There is only 4 of us helping to move, so it will probably take 2 days to move everything. Thats along story in it self. Well.............................................CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116180163172962540?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116180163172962540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116180163172962540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116180163172962540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116180163172962540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-exhausted.html' title='Just Exhausted'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116170899180152606</id><published>2006-10-24T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:57:37.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have been asked how my interview went. To be honest I'm not sure. I kind of left, not knowing wheather I would take the job, if it was offered to me. I am not a sales person, and thats basically what the job is.......Not customer service. I applied for another one though, we'll see what comes from that one....It is in Arthur.....not sure about that one, but it is as far as I am travelling now, except in the opposite direction. It is a permanent position....no temp agency.....ooops I made a mistake, its at a temp agency...hehehe. Thats funny, huh. Well we will see any ways. On to another topic......MOVING. I feel frustrated all the time now, I dont want to do it but what choice do I have. I was told to see the good in everything, so here goes.................mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....nothing, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116170899180152606?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116170899180152606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116170899180152606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116170899180152606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116170899180152606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116135063189102289</id><published>2006-10-20T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:23:51.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time</title><content type='html'>Job interview coming up......yes!!!!! Tell everyone more next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116135063189102289?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116135063189102289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116135063189102289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116135063189102289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116135063189102289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/about-time.html' title='About Time'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116128674673104294</id><published>2006-10-19T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:39:06.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a stressful Week!</title><content type='html'>Well I thought I would up date everyone. Short and to the point.........I am moving. Oh and in 10 days too. Not something I wanted to do, because we are moving in with my brother in law, and storing all our stuff. We did this once before, so that we could catch up on the back log of bills, and maybe save some money, but it never happened. We paid all the bills off and never saved anything. I doubt that we will save anything this time either. My job is worse if that is possible....I hurt myself on Monday morning, and have been made to feel like it is my fault. ( I didnt leave all the stuff in the hall way in front of the door to my office, and in front of a fire exit. What a company! The meetings have almost turned into a trial, and I find myself trying to defend myself. Doing well on the smoking still havent started again, since September 8th.....The dieting is another story....not good. I will try and post another day, I have to go home and pack.....CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116128674673104294?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116128674673104294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116128674673104294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116128674673104294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116128674673104294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-stressful-week.html' title='What a stressful Week!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116048844540416988</id><published>2006-10-10T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:54:05.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER LONG WEEK END OVER WITH</title><content type='html'>Not much to tell you about this week end, did some cleaning. I decided that I would take down all the drapes in the house and wash them. They were all full of nicotene. I quit smoking on September 8th, and have noticed alot of nicotene on things since, so I have been slowly cleaning everything. I stripped all the beds and put on the warm sheets. (They are calling for a possibility of snow on Thursday) Back to work again, "wow". If there was a legitamate work at home job, that is what I would be doing, but I havent found one yet, that there isnt some catch or some ridiculous amount of money that they want for nothing in return. So I will keep looking. I had a very quiet week end. Didnt go visit anyone or have anyone come to the house, just felt like not being around anyone this week end. Had a chance to go visit my brother in Collingwood on Saturday, but didnt feel like going out anywhere, then I had a chance to go visit my sister in law and mother in law on Monday, but didnt want to do that either. It was a strange week end.....Just wanted to be left alone, to get my stuff done. Bills are pileing up, and I guess I just had had enough. I dont see a light at the end of the tunnell, so I dont know how they will get paid. I have cut out everything that I can, and even quit smoking to save money. Not sure what else I can do.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116048844540416988?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116048844540416988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116048844540416988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116048844540416988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116048844540416988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-long-week-end-over-with.html' title='ANOTHER LONG WEEK END OVER WITH'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-116016349443462941</id><published>2006-10-06T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:38:14.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S FRIDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>What a week........well I think I will start looking for a new job. Have you ever had the feeling that you are not wanted in a job, well thats not quite what I mean but........ok how would you feel if you worked for a company through a temp agency, and the job was permanent, but they wouldnt hire you on through the company, but they tell you that they dont know what they would do with out you, but again you cant be involved in any meetings or have any input into any decissions, but someone else can take your ideas to the meeting and they are used and the other person is thanked and all you get is a slap in the face. (not litterally) How about...you have changed your job so that things run smoother, and things get done fast, and your boss gets the praise for it. How much of this can one person take before they say...enough is enough....How about almost a year......and they still tell you, you have no say, you cant come to a meeting that is regarding your job, or the area that you work in........I told you it was a week. They are moving my office, and I couldnt even go to the meeting to find out where to..........HELLO&lt;br /&gt;(I guess it is a surprise).......................On to another topic. This week end is Thanks Giving and I should be Thank ful that I even have a job......Sorry everyone for complaining! I hope everyone has a great Holliday....Lots of Love to everyone, and a Hug and Kiss for my Grand son....Luv ya sweety!!!......CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-116016349443462941?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/116016349443462941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=116016349443462941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116016349443462941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/116016349443462941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-friday.html' title='IT&quot;S FRIDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-115998871375280908</id><published>2006-10-04T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:05:54.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/Buddy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/Buddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-115998871375280908?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/115998871375280908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=115998871375280908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998871375280908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998871375280908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-115998419622104170</id><published>2006-10-04T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:06:51.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me / Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/me.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7063/2795/320/puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy as a puppy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-115998419622104170?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/115998419622104170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=115998419622104170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998419622104170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998419622104170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-buddy.html' title='Me / Buddy'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497361.post-115998171778366480</id><published>2006-10-04T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:08:37.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day to everyone</title><content type='html'>Well this is the first post, well kind of, the other one was for my daughter. He He He.&lt;br /&gt;She is a good trainer, never had a blog before, so this could be fun. She is giving me great advise on what to put in the blog. I will try and post frequently. She is posting some pics as well. Will talk again.....CHOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35497361-115998171778366480?l=classymamma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/feeds/115998171778366480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35497361&amp;postID=115998171778366480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998171778366480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35497361/posts/default/115998171778366480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classymamma.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-day-to-everyone.html' title='Good Day to everyone'/><author><name>classymamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722406861242096121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usi4mYmYFWg/SUfv9axLqgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7TOx9r31a3s/S220/me,rylan,buddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
