<?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-6735824453959889718</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:49:04.153-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Rambling'/><category term='The Past'/><category term='Grasshopper'/><category term='smoke free'/><category term='drama'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Traffic'/><category term='Garth'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Girls Night out'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Yada yada'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Bday'/><category term='Bizarre'/><category term='verdict'/><category term='People Suck'/><category term='Feeling Icky'/><category term='jacked up heart'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Weekends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Tech. Difficulties'/><category term='Favorite Tunes'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Jury Duty'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='J.'/><title type='text'>Moon Beams &amp; Fairy Dust</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-7552869892051516334</id><published>2008-01-01T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:09:07.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacked up heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wonder how long it will take for you all to come back and see if I've posted?  LOL...yeah sorry.  It seems that when it rains it pours, first the jacked up heart, then a jacked up neck, then some kind of nasty virus.....Rolling eyes and heavy sigh.  I'm done with feeling like crap.  Not this year, no effing way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soooo, I did talk to my doctor finally about the jacked up heart, she said there were some fast beats, some slow beats and some skipped beats all within normal range.  Oh and smoking makes it worse.....okay the infuriating part about this is smoking makes everything worse right???  Well when she went over the results I'd been smoke free for a week.  I told her this and I still hadn't seen any improvement.  She said to give it time.  Oh for the love....whatever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found though that my decreasing my caffiene intake, that my heart does just fine....if I drink too much it gets all jacked up.  Now this makes it seem like I drink several pots of coffee etc.  No, I generally would have one cup between 4:30-6:00...yes it takes me that long.  Then I would get a tall White Mocha at work which has two shots of espresso in it...I would drink that from 8-10.  Then at lunch I would perhaps have 6 ounces of coke (being cola) and a glass of coke with dinner.  According to my doctor this is not an excessive amount by any means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I last posted I quit smoking 12/19 (technically by last puff was 8pm 12/18 but whatever) and have pretty much quit caffiene.  I still have my cup in the morning.  I haven't been to work since the 18th, been working from home so no tall white mochas...I miss those!  I've switched to Sprite.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for New Year's Eve???  Well...the hubby and I were supposed to go to a party at my sisters house but when he came home he was in visible pain.  I couldn't do that to him, how selfish.  So we took lil pixie over to the grandparents as she was really looking forward to it and so were they.  He was hungry and decided Perkins was the way to go.  Okay....I hate Perkins, it's just gross.  He always pampers me when I'm sick soooo I thought I could suck it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We walk in, and its all old people...no problem, no worries of idiots which is cool.  As we were sitting there I just started giggling and of course he looks at me like I've lost my mind.  I said that it was very appropriate that we were eating there what with my thyroid problem, heart problem now his kidney stone or hernia or whatever the hell it is.  I found it comical.  After that we came home he was asleep before 8 and I before 9.  I woke up and realized that we brought in the New Year Alcohol free, smoke free and drama free!!!  The complete opposite of last year....I LOVED IT!  This may be a new tradition for us, course we'll plan it a little better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright....I think I've more than made up for my lack of posting with this one!  HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-7552869892051516334?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/7552869892051516334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=7552869892051516334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/7552869892051516334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/7552869892051516334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAAACK!'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2324120673946397672</id><published>2007-12-06T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:18:40.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacked up heart'/><title type='text'>Results Pending</title><content type='html'>I called 2 places so far for the results of my heart monitor test, first the Cardiology place I went to.  Then the clinic that sent me there.  The nurse practitioner at the clinic said to call me PCP today for specific results and actions to take.  But did say that the results show mild to moderate SVT's...or somethin like that.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be a normal heart beat day  So I got something going for me!  Woo Hoo! OOOH and it just started snowing!  Yayyyyy!  Blue probably could give 2 &lt;a href="mailto:sh@ts"&gt;sh@ts&lt;/a&gt; and fack...but hey I only like it once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down the stairs again last week, that was friggin cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2324120673946397672?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2324120673946397672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2324120673946397672' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2324120673946397672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2324120673946397672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/12/results-pending.html' title='Results Pending'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-287231689290344101</id><published>2007-11-29T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:34:02.695-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacked up heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Why my heart is jacked up.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am currently wearing a heart monitor to better determine what the cause.  But I got to thinking....this all started when a certain someone sent me an invite to view their profile on Facebook....which clearly requires me to set up my own.  I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now I have 3 places that other certain people think need to be updated constantly.  Here's the dilemma....how can I blog in all 3 places without boring the people who go to all three?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I could copy and paste the whole myspace blog...but I guess I got this damn link for a reason.  Cept you have to be my friend.  NA NA NA NA boo boo.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/3dogsbarking"&gt;myspace.com/3dogsbarking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-287231689290344101?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/287231689290344101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=287231689290344101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/287231689290344101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/287231689290344101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-my-heart-is-jacked-up.html' title='Why my heart is jacked up.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-4443448537817585721</id><published>2007-11-16T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:05:16.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I started getting sick on Sunday, but fought a good fight.  It finally became too much yesterday and I went home sick, and stayed home today.  I really hate being sick, who really enjoys it though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had a fever, I still went to the last Garth Brooks concert Wednesday evening.  OMG, it was phenomenal!  He is such a fabulous entertainer!  Now I am inspired to go dig out all his cd's and put select songs on my ipod.  I just don't have the energy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there is absolutely nothing going on at work today, I've had about 5 emails.  Nothing that required major attention.  I have a 3o minute call at 1:00 and then I'm pretty much worry free.  I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-4443448537817585721?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/4443448537817585721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=4443448537817585721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/4443448537817585721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/4443448537817585721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-3129602727583355890</id><published>2007-11-09T06:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:22:49.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jury Duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdict'/><title type='text'>It's OVER!</title><content type='html'>AAAH....the jury deliberated for 5.5 hours and rendered a 22.9 million dollar verdict in favor of the plaintiff and also awarded $174,000+ for claim preparation fees.  Our decision was more than what the plaintiffs expected which was 8 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the defense was good with anectodotal stories, they had absolutely no documentation to support their claim.  Based on our instructions and the evidence it was clear which way we had to go.  I really feel that we did the best job possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to be the foreman, so I volunteered.  The most challenging thing I faced as foreman was explaining to 3-4 people that I would not allow us to pick an arbitrary figure and hand that as a verdict.  I wanted us to pick a figure that was substantiated by documentation.  Which is why it took a little bit of time.  The easy route would have been to find the middle figure, but the easy route isn't necessarily the RIGHT route.  Keep in mind, I never wanted to award the full amount based on personal feelings.  Our instructions were to base our findings on evidence.  I explained serveral times that we were picked to to a job.  Our job was to do it right, not easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience overall.  A long &amp;amp; tedious journey though.  The judge told us yesterday that this was the longest case in my county's history.  I had a chance to speak with the plaintiff's attorneys who asked how we came to our decision.  I asked them why they picked us as opposed to the other 65 people.  They based it off of occupation really.  They were looking for people who could pay attention to detail.  Since the case was detail after minute detail....they picked the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really kind of neat to be a part of something like that.  With that in mind, if you should be selected with jury duty....do it with honor and learn from it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took today off as I needed it and wasn't expected back at work until Monday anyway!  3 day weekend woohoo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-3129602727583355890?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/3129602727583355890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=3129602727583355890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/3129602727583355890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/3129602727583355890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER!'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-3654521948260662989</id><published>2007-11-07T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:58:30.337-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yada yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jury Duty'/><title type='text'>I've had the time of my liiiiife</title><content type='html'>Okay yeah, not so much!  The defense finally rested today.  We hear closing arguments tomorrow and then deliberate.  After that....I get my stinkin life BACK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it truly feels like I've missed so much by having all day everyday for two weeks sucked up by one thing.  Oh well.  It's been an experience and somewhat enjoyable.  I canNOT wait to get back to work.  Thankfully I have wonderful people taking care of my projects while I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Asshat got his panties in a bunch (again) over who knows what and no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, Kathryn Shields was acquitted of Mortgage Fraud while everyone else pleaded guilty.  Mixed feelings on this one.  Without knowing what jury duty is like I say she's guilty as hell....with Juror experience, she very well may be innocent.  Who ever really knows in these types of things.  Sure proved to me how quick I can be to judge without knowing specific details.  Then theres the circumstances that I DO know the specifics and unfortunately I judge it.  I think to an extent all people do.  Since humans are fallible and made in God's image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason gasoline prices are going through the roof and no one can provide a reasonable explanation as to why.  Most idiotic thing I've seen in a while...no wait...that's not true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-3654521948260662989?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/3654521948260662989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=3654521948260662989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/3654521948260662989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/3654521948260662989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-had-time-of-my-liiiiife.html' title='I&apos;ve had the time of my liiiiife'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-472606686120281225</id><published>2007-11-05T06:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:31:05.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Good Lord....November already?  Wow....this year sure has been full of drama!  Holidays always seem to drum up more drama.  I am so not looking forward to that!  There is the drama you just KNOW will occur....the right thing to do there is simply avoid it.  This is the route my husband and I will be taking on one side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this course of action will hurt some feelings, but we need to do what is right for us and our child.  I certainly cannot and will not subject my daughter to an evil person who fails to take responsibility for any words or actions that they say/do.  I pray daily for this person.  That they will come to know the Lord and enjoy the good things that the Lord can bring them.  Until that moment occurs they will remain miserable.  Unbelievably I still feel bad for this person as their life could have been SO different, so much more.  If you know who I'm referring to...please say your own prayers....as hard as it might be.  I think this person is still blaming me for things that I actually have nothing to do with or I've advised against....but that's ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the other drama that MIGHT occur....this I'm ready for 31 years into it, I pretty much know what to expect in this area. :)  Although it appears to have gotten better as we've all gotten older....but you just never know right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, the year is almost over.  It's odd to look at how much has changed in just a year.  I hope 2008 treats us all better!  But ultimately its OUR choices and OUR behavior that determines the outcome.  I've seen this in my own life and in others.  So the thought I leave you with for today is:  Learn to forgive, Learn to let go, Learn to treat people with respect even if you hate them.  If you don't then misery will take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-472606686120281225?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/472606686120281225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=472606686120281225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/472606686120281225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/472606686120281225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-685946923844990314</id><published>2007-11-02T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:48:04.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jury Duty'/><title type='text'>Juror 10</title><content type='html'>Yep...I was reduced to a number.  Along with about 60 other people.  I got to the courthouse by 9 as instructed on Tuesday.  (They delayed from Monday)....Waited for everyone to get their crap together and then they handed us a number and we entered the courtroom.  We listed to questions and answered when applicable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...Embarq is laying off 1000 people.  I HATE EMBARQ!  Their service sux, their customer service sux.....sorry news is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that this case would be approximately 4 weeks...yeah we all about shit ourselves.  Anyway...after their questions the judge recessed for lunch for an hour.  When we came back 14 of us were selected...I remember 1,2,3.....9,10,11 were picked.  From there we went straight to the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall sitting in the jury "box" for lack of a better word, thinking how surreal this whole thing is.  You know....I can complain all I want but ultimately it is very interesting.  More so the people and interactions than the case itself.  Sorry...I can't talk about it until it's over, other than it is a civil case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other jurors are really nice, and I've finally met one of my neighbors!  We tend to have a good time on our breaks and while we wait for the judge to begin court. :)  All in all, it's fine.  The sitting is killing my back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge did say yesterday that the case should wrap up one week from today.  I'm assuming that we will be able to begin deliberations Friday or Monday or whatever.  So much for 4 weeks right?  Oh I'm not complaining!!!  Okay....I gotta get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your everyday lives, as you never know when you might be sitting on a jury trial for 2 weeks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-685946923844990314?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/685946923844990314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=685946923844990314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/685946923844990314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/685946923844990314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/11/juror-10.html' title='Juror 10'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-282373656037194401</id><published>2007-10-26T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:32:50.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jury Duty'/><title type='text'>Luckyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I receive a call from the County Sheriff's department, telling me I have been selected for Jury Duty.  Now I did receive a letter 1-2 months ago stating I have to serve a 3 or 4 month term (been a while since I read that thing so therefore the confusion)  I can be called up to 4 times to serve for however long the trial takes, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to report 1:00 Monday as a possible juror.  I have never been selected before so I'm wondering what questions do the attorneys ask to determine whether or not you get to go home!  I'm obviously wondering what type of case it is.  Dammit, if I have to serve I want good cases!  But what really is a good case?  Murder would be interesting to say the least, but I don't think I want to deal with something like that ya know?  I mean, I think that would be hard to forget....Rape?  Nope can't do it, won't do it...that would be the most hard for me...I'd take murder over that.  Domestic Violence...yeah I could do it, don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want something dumb like...I fell in Wal-Mart...dude I fall all the time...not gonna sue someone over it, jeez.  Uuuuugh...okay the only case I want is something drug related...interesting and not hard to get over.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats MY fun stuff!  Other than I get to work from home today, slept in until 5....and I'm ready for a nap at 731 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-282373656037194401?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/282373656037194401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=282373656037194401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/282373656037194401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/282373656037194401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/luckyyyyyyyy.html' title='Luckyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6441081573245406865</id><published>2007-10-24T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:46:41.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><title type='text'>Cuz I have nothing new to report</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your brother right now?&lt;br /&gt;Um....unless there is something I don't know...he was never born! (no brothers)&lt;br /&gt;2. Last place you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Lil Pixies Day Care....Now a passionate kiss...home&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your sister's name?&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 choose to leave them out&lt;br /&gt;4. Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pixie&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;razer&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;me typing&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell.....Brunette?&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever done a Chinese fire drill?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;12. What color is your bedroom floor/carpet?&lt;br /&gt;tan....ish&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have a chair in your room?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I could&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Working.....you know that Mon-Friday thing that pays the bills&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;19. Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;3 dogs&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;Changes all the time, currently Finger Eleven and Blue October&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you married/engaged?&lt;br /&gt;Married 7 years&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;So many jokes, so little time. No, but I want to learn the piano, always have.&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;I claim Morphine as an allergy&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Lil Pixie and my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you think anyone misses you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking......no&lt;br /&gt;34. How many credit cards do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Just the one.&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when I was little...but only so I could write on the chalkboard!&lt;br /&gt;37. What’s your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the day....Black I guess???&lt;br /&gt;38. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm aware of&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;40. What does your mom call you?&lt;br /&gt;By my name&lt;br /&gt;42. What does you hair look like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Long and straight....same do different day&lt;br /&gt;45. What have you eaten today?&lt;br /&gt;Um...Italian sub&lt;br /&gt;46. Is your hair naturally curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;depends on which part you are speaking of&lt;br /&gt;48. Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;br /&gt;Lil Pixie&lt;br /&gt;49. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Nightmares, and bed time!&lt;br /&gt;50. What;s your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;OH LORD...there are so many...being interrupted&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don't wanna go there either&lt;br /&gt;52. What's your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Stoli and Coke&lt;br /&gt;53. Any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;ears and belly button&lt;br /&gt;54. What do you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;One that can help others&lt;br /&gt;55.Obsessions?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Hometown:   Omaha, NE&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair color:   Brunette&lt;br /&gt;3. Height:   5'6&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair style: Long&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye color:   Hazel&lt;br /&gt;6. Birthday: March&lt;br /&gt;7. Mood: changes&lt;br /&gt;8. People you love: Family, friends&lt;br /&gt;9. Lefty, righty:  Right&lt;br /&gt;10. Best friend: Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6441081573245406865?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6441081573245406865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6441081573245406865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6441081573245406865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6441081573245406865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/cuz-i-have-nothing-new-to-report.html' title='Cuz I have nothing new to report'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2596809557309913645</id><published>2007-10-22T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:18:30.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Post Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr. Pixie did well for our anniversary.  He totally surprised me with a necklace...with 7 lil diamonds.  Not sure how he pulled this off without me knowing!  We went to our favorite restaurant for dinner and drinks.  After which we decided to go on home and enjoy the homestead without our daughter.  Lil pixies was at Grammas and Poppas!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did fall down the stairs on Friday...cuz that's always a good time.  I seem to need to do that every couple of months.  Luckily I managed to catch myself, however I've pulled tendons or ligaments or some crap in my right pelvis area.  Hurts. :(  I'm alright, don't you kids send flowers or anything.  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weather sux, I hate it when it gets cold.  But I have noticed that since I've gotten my thyroid under control I don't have as adverse of a reaction to the cold as I did last year, or the year before.  That's nice, I hated shivering like a freakin druggie needin a fix...(asshat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotta work!  Later Taters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2596809557309913645?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2596809557309913645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2596809557309913645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2596809557309913645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2596809557309913645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-anniversary.html' title='Post Anniversary'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-8030335341661561589</id><published>2007-10-19T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:55:53.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Lil of this, Lil of that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I haven't blogged for a while...I'm entitled to a break aren't I? LOL....Speaking of breaks, I took today off. My organization played "flag" football on Wednesday as a team builder. We played in the rain and mud. I was not happy about this at first, cuz gettin dirty really isn't my thing. It was SO much fun. But the next day was hell. I hurt sooooo bad, everywhere. I knew today wouldn't be much better...and it isn't. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing as how I slept like crap, since I didn't take vicodin as planned, (FYI, it is prescribed to me.....not stealing from old people) I will be taking a nap really soon. :) When I did sleep last night, I managed to have a dream that didn't scare the crap out of me or wake me up crying. I skipped the country! LMFAO! That's right, in my lil dream I grabbed lil pixie and took off. Apparently my husband didn't exist in the dream. Not sure what that means. It's not like he died, or we divorced...just wasn't there. That's odd. Not sure why I would change countries either.....I just remember us getting to our destination and had an incredible feeling of peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday is the actual wedding anniversary day. Happy 7th. Not sure what this year has in store, I know our 6th was full of surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Short, sweet and to the point, typing even hurts....I'm going to take my nap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-8030335341661561589?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/8030335341661561589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=8030335341661561589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8030335341661561589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8030335341661561589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/lil-of-this-lil-of-that.html' title='Lil of this, Lil of that'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-957002243848951651</id><published>2007-10-12T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:11:46.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Just in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no stinkin idea what was wrong with me for 2 days, but I'm all better now!!!  Just in time for the weekend.  I really hate feeling like crap.  Course, I'm not sure anyone enjoys that.  If they do then they need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No big plans for the weekend.  The hubby and I are going out tonight.  First date night in oh....2 months or so.  I have no clue what we are going to do.  I forget how to date!  We'll probably just grab dinner.  I'm still trying to talk him into a movie.  Doubt that will happen, but honestly...I don't enjoy going to the movies on weekends unless it's a matinee.  Too many stupid kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even matinees piss me off anymore, because some yahoo will always bring their children.  Don't get me wrong.  Take your children to the movies, just don't let them talk or scream through it.  What is wrong with parents these days?  I just don't get it.  If lil pixie started acting like a shit, I'd pull her out of the theater.  People don't spend $7-10 a ticket to listen to children throw fits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Off my soapbox.....On another note, 7th wedding anniversary is right around the corner on the 21st!  I hear year 7 is a rough one.  Ya know, I think his 15 month deployment jacked up that timeline for us!  Okay...that's it for me!  Have a wonderful, safe weekend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-957002243848951651?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/957002243848951651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=957002243848951651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/957002243848951651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/957002243848951651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-in-time.html' title='Just in Time'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-1771137187620675670</id><published>2007-10-11T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:13:36.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling Icky'/><title type='text'>Me Me Me....It's all about ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm nauseous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm experiencing vertigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on a conference call with people whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sick of hearing words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to curl up in my bed and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dammit, someone come take care of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-1771137187620675670?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/1771137187620675670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=1771137187620675670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1771137187620675670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1771137187620675670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-me-meits-all-about-me.html' title='Me Me Me....It&apos;s all about ME!'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-5815209858554267656</id><published>2007-10-09T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:43:01.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>YUP...It's one of THOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I very rarely do these and even MORE rarely read them. Guess it just depends on who sends them. This one had a different feel than the ones I've seen before. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do you think your last ex deserves to die?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOLY SMOKES! This is most disturbing! But if I must: Peacefully, question should have been where he should go after that! JOKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about anti-depressants? Totally not for me and the Dr’s that prescribe them without first checking to see if there is a thyroid problem suck even worse…THANKS Dr. Martin, you AHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your (biological) dad?  2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you rather loved and lost, or never have loved at all?  ooooh. Both? I’m glad I have loved! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What advice would you give to your ex's new love interest?&lt;br /&gt;That was so long ago, I guess it would be remain honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What make, model, and color was your first car? Blue Chev. Cavalier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you ever try to do the Humpty dance? How bout NO! But I did point and laugh at the ones who did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever tried to make yourself pass out?  What does this mean???? No one intends to drink the WHOLE 1/5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever faked a nose bleed? Did anyone believe you? What?!? Why? I was scared to death that it would really happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you ever fantasize about being close friends with a celebrity? I don’t understand why this is past tense….I still fantasize about being close to The Rock, Matthew McConaHAY!, there’s probably more too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you ever believe you had a monster or ghost living in your closet?&lt;br /&gt;The ghost has free reign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever crossdressed? Holy Hell Balls, I gotta admit No, I haven’t. Boys clothes are dumb….WAIT! Does putting on my boyfriends clothes to sleep in count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever put a bra on your head like in Weird Science? Most favorite thing to do! What? No, who does this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever played real golf? Oh no, but I did jack with people when they were trying to golf, lost my toe ring and everything. It was AWESOME. Good lord they take their golf seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a crush on someone much younger than you? What.s Much? Going with no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever bitten your toenails? that is so G R O S S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had sex in a moving vehicle? Awww dammit. I plead the 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the best meal you know how to cook? Meatloaf, but that’s the ONLY thing I cook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the blanket you sleep with like? Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever streaked across a football feild? Never really had that opportunity, but I’m pretty sure I woulda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever thought about streaking across a football field? Not until just moments ago, thanks a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever gone to band camp (sleep away)? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you could do something and know you'd never get caught or punished, what would it be? not pay taxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever been a bully? Yes, but only to prevent being bulliled...still feel bad about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever been bullied? no, unless you count siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever called a suicide hotline? no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How would you describe your significant other? My rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do your dreams haunt you? I don’t dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had an anxiety attack? Many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you died today, would you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;None, not even a whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-5815209858554267656?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/5815209858554267656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=5815209858554267656' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/5815209858554267656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/5815209858554267656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/yupits-one-of-those.html' title='YUP...It&apos;s one of THOSE'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-8807929752761901141</id><published>2007-10-08T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:48:35.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the time I don’t let emotions rule my life.  I try to ignore them as much as possible.  Every so often though, they end up punching me in the face and all else falls to the side.  I never know when this will happen so it’s a big friggin shock every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also not one of the luckiest people on the planet so crap like this always hits at a bad time.  This time was not any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was supposed to be Girls Night Out, I had looked forward to this for weeks!  Had everything finally planned, who, what, when, where and what I was going to wear.  Shortly after speaking with the husband I determined that this was a bad bad bad idea.  He never said, “you can’t go”.  He said, “I don’t care what you do.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve heard this before….and it was NOT good.  So based on this and the 2 hours worth of crying that occurred as well as the puffy eyes and headache that resulted from the crying; I felt it was best to bail out of GNO.  I also had a sneaking suspicion that if I threw alcohol on top of the emotional crap, I would break down in the middle of everyone else’s good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to save myself marital hell, I’ve pissed off 3 lovely ladies.  For that I am deeply sorry and can only hope that each of them can remember a time when they needed to do something for themselves regardless of what else was going on.  I have been running from my emotions for 5 months, and unfortunately they caught up with me on a day that I had plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my weekend drama….holy crap, that’s 2 weekends in a row that have been jacked up.  Niiiiice.  Real nice.  Obviously, I need to work through my emotions….just so damn hard.  I would much rather spend my time enjoying my daughter.  I hate facing myself.  Just hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-8807929752761901141?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/8807929752761901141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=8807929752761901141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8807929752761901141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8807929752761901141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2632076224911287784</id><published>2007-10-04T14:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:36:40.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night out'/><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today proceeded normally....It took me 1 1/2 hours to drive 45 miles to work, filtered through email....blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am convinced that people are stupid.  I've also come to realize that you just can't fix stupid.  That helps, it really really does.  If you know you can't fix it, then the best way to handle it, is to accept it and enjoy your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Girls night out is coming up fast and my 3 dates are not helping with ideas....I already offered to pay, do I really have to do everything?  Sheesh! LOL....Drama, Serious, Bride the clock is tickin!!!!  The husband wants to know what's going on, I don't know what to tell him at this point.  Leaving appx 6 and I don't know where we are going or whether or not I will be home.  No wonder he's bent out of shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm out....it's 3:36, no need to remain at work! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2632076224911287784?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2632076224911287784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2632076224911287784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2632076224911287784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2632076224911287784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/status-quo.html' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-5106529829105474197</id><published>2007-10-04T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:52:58.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grasshopper'/><title type='text'>Grasshoppers Spit?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't ask how the conversation started, but Drama and I ended up talking about grasshoppers.  She informed me that they spit.  Honestly, the first thought in my head is "The Beyotch has lost it, oh yeah she's gooooone!"  I believe I even told her she was crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Tis true....I googled it.  C'mon, I'd never heard of such a thing....I had to know.  In case you like this gnarly little creatures, here is some other useless crap that I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grasshoppers have five eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The longest grasshopper is eleven cm long.  WTF????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grasshoppers go through incomplete metamorphosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are 18,000 kinds of grasshoppers in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Drama...you were right.  But I still say you are one unlucky chic to have been spat upon!  BAH HA HA HA HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the lesson here kids, is to wear a full on body codom so if you do get hit with grasshopper spit, you won't end up with a Hopper-Baby....just another tip from yer Auntie Ineedawomantodomyjobcuzisuckthatbad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-5106529829105474197?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/5106529829105474197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=5106529829105474197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/5106529829105474197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/5106529829105474197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/grasshoppers-spit.html' title='Grasshoppers Spit?!?'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2377497524436400934</id><published>2007-10-01T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:26:32.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Mini Pixie Bday Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, we had Lil Pixie's bday with my side of the family.  She had a great time.  I did not.  It sucked so horribly, that I could not get out of there fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seemed that my family had me under a microscope and were commenting on EVERYTHING I did or did not do.  I was so hurt and furious, that I came inside looked at my husband and said "I want to leave".  We left quickly, just in time....tears came flying.  Doesn't really matter what was said.  What matters is, I completely lost out on what should have been a joyous occasion with my daughter.  A moment that I will never ever get back.  5th birthday's only come once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fortunately, she doesn't know.  I just don't get it.  Why did they think that her party was the time and place to have a Pixie Roast?  I explained to my sister that under NO circumstances will I be made to feel like that again.  I will simply grab my family unit and leave.  If it continues to happen, then we'll drop Jordyn off and he and I will go elsewhere.  I am very shocked about all of it, this is not my typical family.  I hear that there was a lot of confusion around my leaving.  I really don't care....I was the only one aside from my husband that was not drinking alcohol.  I'm not saying they were drunk, but they were happy.  Me?  Yeah no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is alot of history that I am leaving out intentionally.  There are just somethings I don't need to post.  I don't need pity or anything like that.  (However, I believe Drama has a post Mid May that might reveal some history if you wanna know....her's is secure)  Now if you want to send prayers...by all means...send em!  I can't get enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2377497524436400934?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2377497524436400934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2377497524436400934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2377497524436400934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2377497524436400934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/10/mini-pixie-bday-round-2.html' title='Mini Pixie Bday Round 2'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2818970411719852767</id><published>2007-09-30T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:24:08.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Que Season Change....now</title><content type='html'>The worst part of the year for me has occurred.  My husband closed the pool. :(  Now even though the water has been too cold to get in for the last month, it sure is ugly with a green tarp over it.  Sniffle.  So I guess my days of going out back are over for oh....7 ish months.  I just hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can watch the deer travel across my yard out front, and possibly wild turkeys.  Sadly, that brings the friggin coyotes.  I'd like to know what Ahole decided to spread the lie that they howl.  They don't.  They have a freaky, evil, creepy cackle thing.  I hate those damn animals.  As long as they stay the hell away from my bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning......That is one of the worst ways to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on divulging all of my dirty secrets about how I get drunk every chance I get, or how I picked up some dude who has a girlfriend, or how I got myself into 2 different fights...but still can't figure out how......but I would be lying to you.  I don't do these things.  I did plan on drinking myself into a coma this weekend, however I didn't.  I didn't even have one cocktail....savin up for girls night next Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right....I'm hangin with my dear friend Amy next Saturday.  LMFAO....Threw that one in for Drama...she has a lil jealous streak ;)  You lesbian pill popper you! hehehehehehehehe.  Seriously, goin out with my biatches, which includes Drama.  Wonder what kinda drama we can cook up.  Do we have to behave?  Cuz I really really really don't know how, nor do I want to know how.  What happens at girls night???  Right???? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2818970411719852767?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2818970411719852767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2818970411719852767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2818970411719852767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2818970411719852767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-season-changenow.html' title='Que Season Change....now'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-2431981401477642165</id><published>2007-09-29T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:01:07.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>AAAAAH Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Possibly the most perfect of the days of the week.  Nothing blew up, nothing quit working (well I guess technically, I did).....I didn't do a damn thing, but take a shower.  Exactly what I needed.   I am proud to announce that I did NOT sleep in the drive way.  Like a responsible adult, I put myself to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let see....what else?  OOOOOH, I didn't sit around waiting for people to come and INTERTAIN me.  (You're welcome, Drama)  You see, with multiple personalities I'm the only party I need.  What?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I made a mistake by looking at Mayor AssHat DogNuts page before posting.  I'm just wondering.....do you think he'll ever realize that we not only have progressed through the 1980's and 90's and pretty much done with the first decade of the new millenium?  Just something I've been wondering for quite some time.  I mean whats next?  Lyrics of Pary like it's 1999?  LMFAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm......wondering if Drama went on that date she didn't want to go on......perhaps I shall phone a ho....Luvs ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-2431981401477642165?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/2431981401477642165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=2431981401477642165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2431981401477642165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/2431981401477642165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/aaaaah-saturday.html' title='AAAAAH Saturday'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6483232240027868784</id><published>2007-09-28T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:37:10.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech. Difficulties'/><title type='text'>....Next Time</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that Next Time would happen in the same friggin week?  Finally, I have a fairly easy drive in....even arrived early!!  I'm happy, I'm thinking this is going to be an outstanding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about an hour after docking my laptop and starting my day, a migraine sets in.  How do I know its a migraine?  Because I've already taken 800 mgs of advil for friggin cramps that I wasn't expecting.  Twenty minutes later, migraine gone (thank YOU, Relpax!) however, it hurt my tum tum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my health "issues", I begin to experience weird technical glitches.  In my head I'm thinking this is clearly ID10T errors (my fault).  But no, for some reason I am unable to access applications necessary for me to perform my job.  So I figure....let the tech know, and I'll move on to something that doesn't require that function.  Then I notice Outlook has completely bombed.  Now being in IT, I can't be without my email!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it is lunch time and I say F THIS!!  I'm out, so I went and grabbed a bite to eat with the guys.  (IT is roughly 95% male)  Came back, rebooted my laptop...and holy SHIT!  I'm completely locked out.  Can't do jack.  I threw my hands up....this is crap.  Tried to find my supervisor, don't know where he went off to, so found another.  He helped me reset my password, so I'm back up and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the horrendous amount of effort that went into just TRYING to work and the energy zapped by having a migraine, I no longer want to work.  Not today.  Not tomorrow and definately not Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my story, I'm not stickin to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6483232240027868784?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6483232240027868784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6483232240027868784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6483232240027868784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6483232240027868784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/next-time.html' title='....Next Time'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-263543459741841920</id><published>2007-09-27T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:12:15.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People Suck'/><title type='text'>Other Peoples Messes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today’s blog is brought to you by the deer (I think) splattered all over the highway this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you how aggravating it is to clean up others crap?!  I’ve been working the same project at work since Dec 2005.  It has grown and matured with my help ;)  Once it was perfect, I was able to transition this SUPER easy project to another Project Manager.  In 4 months time, he managed to completely destroy it.  Then he quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who best qualified to clean up the mess?  Calling PIXIE!  What a complete piece of crap this guy is.  In checking the very little he did, it is completely obvious that he was blatantly trying to screw my process up as well as screw the company.  Worthless, effing piece of steaming donkey shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma come around and bite him squarely in the nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-263543459741841920?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/263543459741841920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=263543459741841920' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/263543459741841920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/263543459741841920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/other-peoples-messes.html' title='Other Peoples Messes'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-1018169226612600198</id><published>2007-09-26T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:24:22.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Death Prediction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty interesting...check this out:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://evil.berzerker.net/death_predictions.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://evil.berzerker.net/death_predictions.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Apparently I will die at the age of 82.  How you ask?  Here is the prediction that I received:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At age 82 you will start playing an online game and become so addicted that you starve to death. ~I ask...why wait so long????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out of curiosity I had to check Drama Mama:  At age 87 aliens will abduct you and use your body for sick and often anally-oriented experiments before dropping you off outside of a local homeless shelter smelling of beer. ~~LMFAO!  Now that is just damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-1018169226612600198?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/1018169226612600198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=1018169226612600198' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1018169226612600198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1018169226612600198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/death-prediction.html' title='Death Prediction'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6787417356143000875</id><published>2007-09-25T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:51:07.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Worst Morning Ever Until Next Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up at 4:00, and promptly went to let the dogs out.  Since I missed last nights news, I was shocked by thunder.  No big deal right?  All went well until I hopped in the shower, had to bring the puppy into the bathroom.  He starts yippin and yappin about how he can't see me (how do I know?  He told me!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I rush through my shower so the family isn't woken by said puppy.  I get out, and whats that on the floor?  Doggie DO!  The doggie went and SHAT on my floor.  Since he's so small the poo is small enough to be cute, if poo can be considered cute?!  No big deal....ain't nothin gonna bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continue to get ready, every 2 seconds I'm pulling the dog away from chewing on cords, or clothes or whatever.  5:20 I wake up the hubby and lil pixie.  Lil Pixie takes puppy off my hands so I can continue getting ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FINALLY, 7:00 hits...and I'm late....again.  I'm about to head out the door when it occurs to me that it's probably going to rain for a while, and I would definitely get soaked walking from the parking garage to the cube farm.  OH NO!  Hubby has my car and umbrella!!!!  Shit on a stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I call him to see if he knows of any umbrellas hiding around the house.  Nope, so obviously I'm upset about that and it's reflected in my tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I receive a nasty text from him, to which i respond Excuse me?  I wasn't blaming you.  Sux to know that I will be wet all day no need to add to the stress...luv you.  I received another stating not to text him again today.  Okay, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm heading out the door, using my fathers vehicle, drive 25 miles to drop Lil Pixie off at school, and I remember......I didn't close the garage door.  Oh holy hell, I begin the drive back to the house and notice that traffic westbound is WAY backed up.  Call my supervisor, he picks up and says "stuck on 50?"  I filled him in on the morning and told him I was heading home.  So there you have it.  The rest was just work stuff, booooring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6787417356143000875?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6787417356143000875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6787417356143000875' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6787417356143000875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6787417356143000875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/worst-morning-ever-until-next-time.html' title='Worst Morning Ever Until Next Time'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6938793131083250590</id><published>2007-09-24T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:26:36.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DING DONG  IS A BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD DOG. BAD DOG...BAD BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will either have to ask her or check Mayor Asshat Dog Nut's Myspace.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD DOG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of dog.....any suggestions for a dog name? His just a lil bigger now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD DOG, DING DONG BAD!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113925194968891906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7VWFvZfD5DA/RvhP3r4KggI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B4vK-qSqIAc/s320/NEW+PUPPY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited per Serious....Apparently I'm a bad dog too.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6938793131083250590?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6938793131083250590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6938793131083250590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6938793131083250590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6938793131083250590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-dog.html' title='BAD DOG'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7VWFvZfD5DA/RvhP3r4KggI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B4vK-qSqIAc/s72-c/NEW+PUPPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6579414124690880092</id><published>2007-09-23T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:30:23.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.'/><title type='text'>Mini Pixie Bday</title><content type='html'>Mini Pixie had her 5th bday party yesterday, invited were hubby's family as well as Drama Mama and Baby A. I felt horrible for not going all out like I usually do, with $50 worth of balloons $20 of decorations etc. I just didn't have it energy wise nor money wise. We usually barbeque for everyone and we chose not to go that route either!  Instead we bought the barbeque!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I really enjoyed this party, usually I'm really stressed out, but I think the minimal route is really the best way to go. Trust me, she wasn't lacking in gifts and certainly didn't notice the lack of decorations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Mama was warmly embraced by the family that DID show. Forget the 2 that didn't. If they want to be immature and disgraceful that's really their problem. That will be their regret on their death bed. **I shake my head in shame**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain someone is complaining again that he hasn't heard from the state or anyone else for that matter. Does he forget that he is grown and should be addressing his issues as an adult?  Little too old to be sticking his head in the sand hoping it will all go away. Or expecting someone else to resolve this for him. Oh well...again that is his regret and problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he should have thought ahead before dousing all the bridges with gasoline and torching them. LOL...I don't look back and I've certainly have tried to help him more than I should have. Done. He's a loser and is not worth anyones time or help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Pixie is enjoying the puppy, carrying him around and everything. She did say he was the best present EVER! Good cuz though he was free, the accessories were not cheap!!! He is the cutest stinkin thing. He's only about 7 weeks now, not really ready to train. But he already "comes" really well. I realy hated typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first male dog ever, and can I just say that I'm disturbed by the "outie". Hopefully I'll get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drive drunk, don't shoot up, and don't vote for alcoholic, drug abusing dead beat dads....just another tip from your Auntie Ihatepeoplewhocan'tspell. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6579414124690880092?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6579414124690880092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6579414124690880092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6579414124690880092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6579414124690880092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/mini-pixie-bday.html' title='Mini Pixie Bday'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6604680931732159266</id><published>2007-09-21T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:23:17.034-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Past'/><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me as it does from time to time, that I am missing about 7 years of journals.  Every time I remember this, it kinda hurts.  I would really like to go back and read what life was like between 11-18.  What was important to me then, what hurt then, what was good.  You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning I found a book of "poems" that I had written spanning 1989-1993.  Nothing I would ever let anyone see.  I was completely shocked of how sad I was.  I guess I really try to block all of that out, and apparently have been successful at that.  WOW.  I guess we all know being a teenager is rough.  Looking back hell yeah it was easy.  But at the time it's not.  Raw emotions, the high hopes, the inevitable crashing of those hopes etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the pain gets easier as life goes on or if we just learn to cope better.  Or if its more of the fact that everything an individual experiences tends to create walls.  I've built so many dang walls before that I ended up on the outside trying to figure out who the heck I was.  Tearing the walls down is not the easiest of things, I left some up as I had decorated quite nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to burn that book.  I have no need for it.  I don't need to look back anymore.  Nothing to see here, move on!  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6604680931732159266?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6604680931732159266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6604680931732159266' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6604680931732159266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6604680931732159266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-950137925609515454</id><published>2007-09-21T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:04:12.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>It's the Little Things</title><content type='html'>I decided to work from home today, well because I can. I only have 2 meetings to conduct, over the phone so why drive the 45 min drive? I am really blessed with my job! I still love it, I have the best management (considering its Corporate), and I received my bonus for doing such a great job on my project, delivering the goal in less than 1/2 the time. How's that for lack of ambition? LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than being the only one home alone. It helps my stress level, I can do what I want, I'm not saying no every two seconds, or what's wrong with you. It's just friggin AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, my back feels much better (right now) but I've also not been walking around for 7 hours or so....we shall see as the day wears on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DRAMA Why don't you and yours come over? Well, call me...cuz at some point I have to come out there for puppy supplies....IM SO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-950137925609515454?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/950137925609515454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=950137925609515454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/950137925609515454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/950137925609515454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-1238738323221397866</id><published>2007-09-20T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:53:17.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.'/><title type='text'>Doggie Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unbelievable! On the eve of receiving the newest member of our family, our 1/2 Jack Russell Terrier 1/2 unknown 6 week old puppy, LIFE hits! So after working all day, yakkin with my mother in law for 30 min and fighting traffic (yes, again) I walk into the house and the unmistakeble smell of hot sick ass and vomit hits me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what lies ahead.....I've been down this road numerous times. (We already have 2 dogs) Sooooooo I step back into fresh air, take a deep breath and get to gettin. Obviously I don't want to just open the kennel, as then the dog would track poo and vomit on the carpet. So I leave her in it. I start dragging this 45-50 lb dog + at least another 7 lbs of kennel across the living room, lift it up over the door thingymabop (yes, that is a technical term) and put on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the dog free at that point, but I still have to carry the kennel down the stairs....can't just toss it, makes the mess bigger. (Told ya I've been here before, right?) You'd think this would be no big deal, but for me this is the hardest part!!!! I have the most sensitive gag reflex of anyone I know...so it's just gag after gag. Heavy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save you the gory details of cleaning the kennel and the dog. Actually, I'm saving myself more gagging. Finally I'm done, except for bringing in the kennel (husband). It's then I notice the pain in my lower back. I think "Oh holy hell, are you friggin kiddin me?????' I've got to clean the house, we're talkin deep clean before noon on Saturday for J's bday party! I think, eh it'll chill out. Yeah, no. It continues to get worse. I can't help but limp, sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE BEST PART! I've been under alot of stress with drama mama, family crap, sisters bachelorette party and wedding, not to mention work. This was the straw, so I cried. Lil J says to me "Mommy are you crying" I said "yes". She came over sat on my lap, wiped my tears away and said "It will be okay". She then asked if she could massage my back, like I'd say no? :) She's a good lil care taker. She makes me proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-1238738323221397866?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/1238738323221397866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=1238738323221397866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1238738323221397866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/1238738323221397866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/doggie-drama.html' title='Doggie Drama'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6131915556606725864</id><published>2007-09-20T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:06:44.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Aunt Karen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get their parents to tell them a story with a  moral at the end of it.   The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Tony,  do you have a story to share?"   "Yes ma'am.  My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen. She was a pilot in Desert  Storm and her  plane got hit.  She had to bail  out  over enemy territory and all  she had was a flask of whiskey, a  pistol  and a survival knife.  She drank  the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed  right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the  gun until she ran out of&gt;bullets,  killed  four more with the knife, till the  blade broke, and&gt;then she killed the  last Iraqi with her bare hands "  "Good Heavens"  said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did&gt;your  daddy tell you from this horrible story?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Stay the hell away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6131915556606725864?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6131915556606725864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6131915556606725864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6131915556606725864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6131915556606725864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/aunt-karen.html' title='Aunt Karen'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-8919311179262339505</id><published>2007-09-20T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:17:52.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre'/><title type='text'>What do you do????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.......I go through my normal routine of getting ready, getting J ready, driving her to preschool, driving to work, logging on and checking myspace.  Out of friggin nowhere I have a new message!  I'm thinkin' "Well this is weird, everyone I really talked to over there I talk to here....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I open it, cuz you just never know.  IT'S AN EX BOYFRIEND!!!!  WTF?  Why??? He didn't say much, just said that he'd sent me an email and I either chose not to respond or just never got it.  I replied that he must have an old email address, because I never received anything.  I quickly followed that with, How are your wife and children, everyone in good health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea what this is all about, and for right now I will assume it is harmless.  However, I have never since I've been married, ever reached out to an ex boyfriend.  Let me think.....I think I may have once during a break up (prior to the vows) but other than that NOPE!  I just don't get it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I thought it was weird.  Is it weird?  Should I have even responded?  Oh well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS.  Traffic sucked going home last night.  And this morning I swear to all that is holy a semi driver was trying to kill the guy behind me!  ANGRY FIST SHAKE! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-8919311179262339505?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/8919311179262339505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=8919311179262339505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8919311179262339505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/8919311179262339505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do????'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-4121985545733794796</id><published>2007-09-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:06:24.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Tunes'/><title type='text'>Paralyzer-Finger Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold on so nervously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me and my drink I wish it was cooling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But so far, has not been good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s been shitty And I feel awkward, as I should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This club has got to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most pretentious thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I thought you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I am imagining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A dark lit place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or your place or my place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I’m not paralyzed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to make you move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you’re standing still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If your body matches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What your eyes can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You’ll probably move right through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me on my way to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hold out for one more drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m looking too desperately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But so far has not been fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should just stay home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If one thing really means one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This club will hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be closed in three weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That would be cool with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I’m still imagining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A dark lit place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or your place or my place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m not paralyzed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to make you move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you’re standing still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If your body matches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What your eyes can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You’ll probably move right through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me on my way to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I’m not paralyzed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I seem to be struck by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to make you move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you’re standing still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If your body matches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What your eyes can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You’ll probably move right through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me on my way to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-4121985545733794796?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/4121985545733794796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=4121985545733794796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/4121985545733794796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/4121985545733794796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/paralyzer-finger-eleven.html' title='Paralyzer-Finger Eleven'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-6421579304933055898</id><published>2007-09-19T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:59:44.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic'/><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are people stupid?  Everyday I sit in traffic and I don't understand why.  Driving is not hard, sure you need to pay attention, but I can drive, text, smoke and listen to the radio all at the same time.  I try not to though.  I just don't get it!!!  Is it necessary for one side of the highway to come to a complete stop to look at an accident on the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of you on 435 West Bound at approximately 7:30 the other day ARE COMPLETE IDIOTS!!!!  They all had to stop to look at 8-9 wrecked vehicles that some Semi left in the dust!  For the love of everything sacred in this world, pull your head out of your own arse and quit reveling in other peoples dramatic events!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then some moron cop today damn near shut down 50 Hwy East Bound today, for God knows what...definately everyone in the left lane felt they needed to merge over into the right.  THE DAMN COP WAS IN HIS CAR!!!!  Probably with a jelly friggin donut mess.  :)  Hmmm....I just took a sharp right down dirty road....eeeew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so that's my rant of the day.  It's only 11:00 so its quite possible there may be other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take care of yourself, and each other.  Just another tip from......hehe Jerry Springer!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-6421579304933055898?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/6421579304933055898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=6421579304933055898' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6421579304933055898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/6421579304933055898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735824453959889718.post-7050650206378508525</id><published>2007-09-17T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:58:52.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Fun and Games.....</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was running around trying to get myself ready and wake up my soon to be 5 year old daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to wake her up with a smile, I tickled and tickled...IT WORKED.  Right up until the point where she started kicking her feet....one connected with my right eye!!  So you got it!  It's all fun and games until someone gets kicked in the eye.  Man it hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No swelling or bruising, so I believe I will live!  Yea!!!!  Okay off to start the day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6735824453959889718-7050650206378508525?l=moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/feeds/7050650206378508525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6735824453959889718&amp;postID=7050650206378508525' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/7050650206378508525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6735824453959889718/posts/default/7050650206378508525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonbeamsandfairydust.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-fun-and-games.html' title='All Fun and Games.....'/><author><name>Pixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14014313330213824005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p236/GoodSheila/ForRenee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
