<?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-7541116500791340446</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:17:01.598-08:00</updated><category term='car repair'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Dragon Ride'/><category term='Moving on'/><category term='Life'/><category term='cross stitch'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='work'/><category term='Love'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Baby Heart Throb's Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-3394084019882999594</id><published>2008-10-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:42:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a mood to rant today so bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start. I work with a group of mostly women, myself included, and ONE man (he's our General Manager, BOSS). I'm the Production Manager and have been for the past 2 years. Well some of the other girls decided that they didn't like the way the boss was handling things so they decided to have a meeting with his boss (without telling him) to discuss things and try to get him fired. Read this if he goes, I go!!! I will NOT work with the moron squad that will be left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Advertising manager headed up the troops and made the fatal mistake of putting my name and another co-worker's name who didn't agree with them into the mix. Well they had their meeting 4 of them (out of 9 employees, 2 of which I know didn't agree and another 2 that poss. didn't even know what was going on) with our Regional Manager. They told her that WE were a united front (duh I remember 2 of us at my desk telling her we didn't agree with her). Needless to say they didn't tell me when or where the meeting was, cause they know I would have crashed it and told them off. Anyways, they told the other person about the meeting and how happy they were cause the boss told them that our boss would be fired today (well its 4:21 pm and he's still here ;)). Well she called me and told me she was pissed off cause they used our names in spite of being told not to. I got a little "loud" on the phone with her and another co-worked, who decided to listen to my conversation instead of working, called the ad manager and told her that I knew something was up. So she called the other poor co-worker and yelled at her and told her not to talk to me anymore. I'm tired of playing the stupid games by now (BTW this all happened Friday, and I left at 11 am) so after I left, I convinced myself that I would take a job offer at another paper (still waiting to here back from them though). My friend calls me at 3 pm upset because all the other little girls jumped her and told her under no circumstance was I to be spoken to. Great please don't talk to me, my life will be much better off :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend upset and then my Tigers lost (didn't help the mood). Got to Monday and one of the 4 tried to have a conversation with me (not work related) so I told her that I was too busy (I'm never to busy to talk LOL). Then 2 of the others started passing notes to each other about me (what are we back in middle school). And one of them was dumb enough to write the note on a fax for someone else and the boss read it and was like what is this, the girl tried to make light of it by saying she didn't remember who she wrote the note about. (the note said she's in a foul little mood today and had an arrow pointing toward my desk, duh george). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today with no one but me and the boss in the office, I told him what had been going on. And he called the Regional manager and asked about my concerns (not mentioning my name or the other co-worker). She assured him that all was well. We both felt much better about the situation. Then after lunch I get a frantic email from the other co-worked that she just got a call from one the the 4 morons that I had ratted them out to the boss. Well the only 3 people that knew that were me (I didn't tell), my boss (I know he didn't say anything) and the big boss. Come to find out she called the ad manager and told her what was going on. Now I knew the girls in my office were two-faced, but I figured the boss would be a little more mature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my boss is playing with the idea of going over her head to her boss and telling him what's going on. I'm all for it. This type of situation should not happen in an office of adults. Now I'm dreading coming back to work. The other co-worker is refusing to step foot in the building, instead doing her work from home and faxing/emailing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT let this get me down. I've got a concert/girls weekend with my SIL and a friend this weekend and I'll be damned if there going to get to me.  BTW the concert is my all time favorite band New Kids On The Block in New Orleans on Saturday :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you made it this far... Thanks for reading. &lt;br /&gt;Bri ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-3394084019882999594?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/3394084019882999594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=3394084019882999594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3394084019882999594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3394084019882999594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid people...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-8649563952453547153</id><published>2008-09-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:31:59.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord help me...</title><content type='html'>Been gone for a while... to much work, not enough away time... I'm sitting at work on Monday night praying someone will shoot me and put me out of my misery (Just Kidding of course). The only reason I say this is I've got two employees that can not get their work done by a deadline... So I'm stuck babysitting them. I'm sorry they can not operate their computers (or in one case they've broken one laptop and are now working on a second computer and doing a good job of breaking it as well.). The other has spent more time talking to the computer, I guess trying to find her files on the desktop that has about 200 icons on it, than she has doing the work. I of course have to wait for them because I'm the manager and must print the pages out and then proof them (I HATE doing this, I'm a graphics person, NOT a proofer). It doesn't help that I've been battling a cold for the past 5 days and can not breathe out of my nose and I'm now really crabby LOL. I've spent the last 3 hours looking at different websites, trying to act like I'm busy. Only having to check on the two slowpokes every once in a while. God, I love my  job!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least life away from here is good. My DBF is hopefully alright, haven't gotten to talk to him for a few days. My boys (nephews) are doing great in school. The oldest is now a sophomore in high school and is looking forward to his future. He wants to be a video game designer and is well on his way to achieving that goal. He takes a class in school that in his senior year will allow him to do an internship that, after graduating college, will mean that he can go strait to work :). The other two are doing great also all A's and having a great year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing in the world, for now, will happen on Oct. 18. Me and my SIL will be attending the New Kids on the Block concert in New Orleans and best yet we've got 5 star passes. We get to meet the guys in a special event before the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well work calls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-8649563952453547153?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/8649563952453547153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=8649563952453547153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/8649563952453547153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/8649563952453547153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/09/lord-help-me.html' title='Lord help me...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-754255389018983532</id><published>2008-04-07T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:49:20.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bad to Better...</title><content type='html'>Well this past week was lots of fun. I had to postpone the lawyers trip from Wednesday to Friday. I couldn't find two of my pay stubs from last year and being a payroll week the payroll clerk at work decided to mail the dang things with our paychecks. But everything started looking much better for me on Friday. The lawyer is a very nice lady who is very helpful. I sat with her for about 30 minutes going over my financial stuff and found that I can file Chapter 7 (which means my debt goes away, except for the car note and one of my credit cards that I can still afford to pay, if they accept my reaffirmation). I go back on Wednesday to meet with her and file all the necessary paperwork and pay the $1500 fee (thankfully my mom's giving me that). The downside is that I can have no money in any banks at the time of the filing or they will take it. Not a really big problem, my bank was starting to frustrate me anyways. The one bank that I'm allowed to leave money in is the Credit Union that holds the lien on my car. You have to have a savings account with them and there have to be funds in the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I also finished up my Needle Guardian Needle Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Norbert (yes I was watching Harry Potter while stitching him)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=NeedleGuardianFinish.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/NeedleGuardianFinish.jpg" border="0" alt="Needle Guardian Finished"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside pages are Blue and Pink Camo felt.&lt;br /&gt;The Blue page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=NeedleGuardianBlue2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/NeedleGuardianBlue2.jpg" border="0" alt="Needle Guardian Blue Page"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=NeedleGuardianPink2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/NeedleGuardianPink2.jpg" border="0" alt="Needle Guardian Pink Page"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also backed the stitching with a piece of tan ornate felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=NeedleGuardianinside2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/NeedleGuardianinside2.jpg" border="0" alt="Needle Guardian Tan Back"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pleased with the way it came out and it was well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta sign off for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-754255389018983532?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/754255389018983532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=754255389018983532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/754255389018983532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/754255389018983532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-bad-to-better.html' title='From Bad to Better...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/th_NeedleGuardianFinish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-68548341892221453</id><published>2008-03-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:04:40.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life rolls on...</title><content type='html'>This week has been so much fun (insert sarcasm here). &lt;br /&gt;First one of my co-workers, a very sweet lady, brings me a gift as a thank you for my work the past month. My assistant makes snide little comments about how much she helped and upset everyone in the room (and a few people that were told about it later). This hurt the other persons feelings and made me want to fire her on the spot (and I would have if I could have). So I made an excuse to leave the office for a little while to cool off. When I got back she (the assistant) was still in a foul mood, but she knew better than to say anything to me. &lt;br /&gt;Next I battling my depression again. Being in a LDR is starting to wear on me and I told the DBF yesterday that I'm having trouble. I just want to be with him. He retires in July, but may not be able to leave until they get his medical stuff worked out. I want to fly out to CA, but moneys just to tight right now. This also contributes to my depression. I'm dealing with that the best way I can. &lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment next Wed. to speak with an attorney about filing bankruptcy. God I didn't think I would get this low. But if I can work out the money problems, I know everything else will fall into place :).&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I've almost finished my Needle Guardian Needle Book. All I have left is to attach the pages and fringe the front edges. I'll post a picture later. I should have it finished this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God its Friday, now I have the whole weekend to find six months worth of paycheck stubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get back to pretending to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-68548341892221453?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/68548341892221453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=68548341892221453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/68548341892221453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/68548341892221453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-rolls-on.html' title='Life rolls on...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-2207876335463999421</id><published>2008-02-20T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:12:17.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to reflect...</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm sitting at work bored (very slow day) and I've had time to reflect on the last year. In March I met the most wonderful man and he fell for me :). By April I was totally in love with him (but I didn't tell him till later). We got promise rings and he gave me a beautiful heart shaped necklace. March also saw my ferret Zac getting sick and having to have surgery. His adrenal gland was abnormal and it caused almost all of his hair to fall out. He seemed to be recovering and was doing well. On July 5th I noticed that he was having trouble peeing and called the vet. I took my baby to the vet that morning and my worst fear came true, Zac had developed kidney stones and would have to have a catheder to relieve the stones. The vet also told me that this would be a recurring problem and I asked if putting him to sleep would be more humane. The vet told me that he would support whatever decision that I made. After a lot of crying and holding my baby I gave him to the vet and asked him to let him go. I knew it was the best decision, but it still hurt (and hurts to this day). The vet told me that Zac when peacefully and I took him home to bury him next to Zoe (my albino girl). I called my poor BF and left him a message that was mostly crying. He freaked out and called my work to see if I was ok and I told him what happened with Zac. He was relieved that I was ok, but tried to calm me cause he knew how much I loved my baby. (Zac is still with me, his picture sits on my desk here at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to happy things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 30th birthday on November 3rd and got to see my DBF on the 4th :). He didn't get to give me my present until January though. 30 is an interesting age. I don't feel 30 and lots of people say I don't look 30. By the time my mom was my age, she was married and she had 2 kids (mom was 20 when my brother was born and 22 when I was born). I haven't gotten married yet and have no children. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;My DBF turned 38 on December 12 (yeah he's 8 years older than me). I didn't get to see him for his bday or Christmas, but did see him at the middle of January and then again the beginning of February. &lt;br /&gt;I went to Target yesterday and they had the new My Little Pony Easter eggs (6 big eggs each with a ponyville pony in it). I purchased two sets, one for me and one for a girl at work for her little girl. The ponies are now sitting around my desk as I type :). If you didn't know I collect My Little Ponies and have since 1982. My first was Cotton Candy. I stopped collecting a few years ago when I was with my ex. He didn't like them and thought it was a waste of money (yeah, but he could spent tons of money on the next electronic gadget). Never mind him, my new man doesn't have a problem with MLP's and that's all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go the boss is coming :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-2207876335463999421?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/2207876335463999421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=2207876335463999421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/2207876335463999421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/2207876335463999421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-reflect.html' title='Time to reflect...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-3735292693429737562</id><published>2008-02-15T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:17:03.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proud aunt...</title><content type='html'>Today I want to talk about my three wonderful nephews. All three are good students and the oldest (he's 15) is an athlete. &lt;br /&gt;Well the reason for this entry is the oldest started running track and I had the pleasure of attending a meet Wednesday night. He runs the 1600 meter and most of the others running were juniors and seniors (with the exception of one little boy that we all thought was about 8.) Chris is a freshman and is almost 6' tall. He did very well placing 5th or 6th (I can't remember now which). But what made me so very proud of him was after the race was over for him he waited until the last runner finished (the same little boy) and gave that boy a high five. This child had gotten lapped by almost all of the other runners and the guy that finished first lapped him twice. This little boy didn't give up and everyone in the stands was even cheering him on. But to see my baby (God don't let him see this :)) being so mature really made my day. &lt;br /&gt;Now for the middle one (who's 11). He's my angel. Jay was born with a heart defect and when he's old enough he'll have to have open heart surgery. This scares the life out of me. A few years ago he was diagnosed with an Arachnoid cyst on his brain (yes his brain). This causes him to have terrible headaches every day. He has to take several pills every day just to be ok. He's a little trooper, doing everything the doctors tell him. &lt;br /&gt;And then there's my baby, the youngest. Nick is 9 and other than being born premature (all three were premiees) he really hasn't had any health problems. My biggest reason for being proud of him is just because he's so sweet. If you don't feel good he'll sit with you. He also does very good in school. He has had a ruff beginning to 2008. We found out a few week's ago that the poor child has had mono. I kept having to go check him out of school and they finally took him to the Dr. and they were told that he's probably been sick since the New Year. I, of course, picked on him about the little girls he's been kissing on (he hasn't mind you, just sharing soads). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the boss is coming so I better get back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-3735292693429737562?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/3735292693429737562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=3735292693429737562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3735292693429737562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3735292693429737562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/02/proud-aunt.html' title='The proud aunt...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-6671887852275735009</id><published>2008-02-13T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:07:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the swing...</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been blogging lately, mostly cause work's been a pain. I'm now managing our editorial staff (for 50 cents more per hour). And I swear I sometimes think they don't know how to listen to plain English. I tell them when the deadlines are and they decide to be 2 hours late. &lt;br /&gt;I also now have an assistant (happy happy joy joy) who refuses to come to work on time and the general manager will not allow me to write her up. She also has a problem listening and doing her job. Her responsibilities include ad design and anything else that I tell her to do. Some of our advertising comes as Obituaries, I don't like doing them (it's rather depressing), but I still do them. Well one day I was busy with other projects and I told her to take the ads out of the basket and do them before she left for the day. I was leaving early cause I had worked till 10 pm the night before and was tired. I got to work the next day to find the Obit still in the basket, when I asked her about her response was "I didn't feel like doing it and those are boring." I informed her that boring or not that if I told her to do it, she should do it. God why do people act this way. Moving on to another act of ignorance. Our boss comes into the office a few week's ago and gets everyone in my office to announce that we were $10000 over budget for advertising revenue for January (mine you Jan is the worst month for newspapers). Everyone is excited and happy, except her. She comments well what does this mean for me. Thankfully the boss didn't hear this. After everyone else had left (with the exception of 2 editors) she said it again. I lost it. I looked at her and told her that her bonus was that she was gainfully employed and could keep her job. And that the extra revenue meant that we could possible get new equipment (her Mac's been acting up). She's still in her 90 day period so I'm hoping they'll let her go and get me someone with a brain. &lt;br /&gt;On to happier things...&lt;br /&gt;I've now been with my DBF for 11 months (yay). He's sweet as ever. For my 30th bday he gave me a 1/2 ct. 3 stone diamond anniversary ring. He just thought I deserved something pretty :). I got to see him at the first of the month (twice :)). I was supposed to see him this weekend, but he's been sick and found out last week that his diabetes now requires insulin. So the Navy grounded him until they can make sure he'll be ok to drive :(. But I'd rather him be safe than on the road and have a problem. His last day in the Navy is July 31st and after that we don't know what's going to happen. He's had job offers in Washington state, New Mexico and one to go to Kuwait for a year as an independent contractor. The money is really good and I'd be able to fly out every other month to see him :).&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to work on my Dragon Ride lately, hoping to get back to it when things quite down a bit. I have been doing a lot of knitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-6671887852275735009?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6671887852275735009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=6671887852275735009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6671887852275735009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6671887852275735009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-in-swing.html' title='Back in the swing...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-6504671100881928342</id><published>2007-06-26T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:42:04.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really great weekend :)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was great. I took a couple of Advil PM's Friday night and woke up Saturday at 10 am. After eating breakfast, I propped up on the couch to watch the TV and fell asleep (note to self, don't take two anymore LOL). I woke up again about 1 pm and felt a lot better. I worked a little on my school stuff and then cross stitched for a while. I got to talk to my BF of course and everything is great with him. He got to spend the weekend with his girls. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday we didn't do much. I got up and did the usual eat and sit and watch TV for a while. We were deciding whether or not to brave the rain to go see PawPaw. It had started pouring rain so we weren't going if it didn't stop. I got to cross stitch more on on Dragon Ride and watch most of the Deadliest Catch season. My DBF wants to go be a crabber after his retirement from the Navy.  It finally stopped raining and we went to PawPaw's for dinner and went to Walmart for some groceries. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to work and everything when ok. Got home and visited with my neighbor for a little while and talked to the BF for a little bit. I think 90% of our calls drop (AT&amp;T has the fewest dropped calls, yeah right :P). I did a stitch-a-long for the TWBB and worked on Dragon Ride again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=DragonRide6_27_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://s211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/?action=view&amp;current=DragonRide6_27_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work tonight on the rest of the head. I've also gotta make signs for our community market this Saturday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-6504671100881928342?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6504671100881928342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=6504671100881928342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6504671100881928342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6504671100881928342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/really-great-weekend.html' title='A really great weekend :)'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-4879515657156182894</id><published>2007-06-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:54:59.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other people...</title><content type='html'>Today is not a good day. For some reason certain people around me seem to think that I’m delusional. Why, you may ask. Cause I’ve got a really sweet BF. The kind of man I’ve always wanted. The person in question is NOT a friend, she is an obnoxious former co-worker, and she’s jealous that he chose me and not her. Her biggest problem is that she is rather large (like 2 or 3 of me) and he wasn’t attracted to her. It didn’t help that she is a loud mouth. So now she’s calling me delusional and calling me a word that rhymes with witch.  That’s fine with me. I know where her education level is now (she may have gone to community college, but I don’t think her brain advanced past middle school). I’ve been the bigger person by not saying anything to her, and believe me the opportunity is there. What really bothers me is that the person I work with, that I consider a friend, is agreeing with her and she is the one that introduced us. Ok, I’ll just have to suck it up and not speak to her for a while, with the exception of work related conversation. I talked with my BF at lunch and he just said to tell them that we weren’t dating anymore and to not wear my promise ring and a necklace that he gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-4879515657156182894?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/4879515657156182894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=4879515657156182894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/4879515657156182894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/4879515657156182894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/other-people.html' title='Other people...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-3074147055463590360</id><published>2007-06-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:23:50.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fun, fun...</title><content type='html'>I'm having sooo much fun this week. &lt;br /&gt;I emailed my daddy to tell him happy father's day Sunday. I don't call anymore. I hate talking to his answering machine. He never answers on the first try and it normally takes a few days for him to get back to me (if he does at all). He emailed me back a few hours later (daddy lives in TN with his new wife and stepdaughter). I really miss my dad, but he chose this life and there's nothing I can do about it. Oh well, I got to go see my PawPaw at least. &lt;br /&gt;My DBF made it home to CA Sunday and went out with his three girls (he paid for dinner of course they're too young for jobs :)). He's got today off work, mainly because he's heading to Vegas on Thursday. Poor guy doesn't get a lot of home time between trips.  We've been together for 3 months now, it's funny how quickly time goes when your happy :P&lt;br /&gt;I got a more done on my dragon ride. I'll post a picture of it later.&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned the people at my post office are idiots. My BF left his pocket knife at my house Tuesday night and we didn't find it until after he was in FL. Well I went to mail it to him and the ladies at the PO (who I've known most of my life) asked what I was shipping to a military address in CA. So I told them it was a pocket knife and some other small things. But that the knife was taped and bubble wrapped shut and wouldn't open. They said that I couldn't ship it and that only the knife manufacture could ship them. Well I went to a different PO today and they didn't question what I was shipping. Well, when I got back to work I checked the USPS website and it lists all the items that you can't ship and lo and behold knives aren't on the list. Oh well some people just think they know everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-3074147055463590360?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/3074147055463590360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=3074147055463590360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3074147055463590360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/3074147055463590360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, fun, fun...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-6337380773947096908</id><published>2007-06-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:54:33.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>What a week :)</title><content type='html'>I'm having a pretty good week, so far. Sunday my BF left CA to go to FL to drop of a bus there. He drove all day Monday to get to my house. He got in about 11 pm. While I was waiting for him to get in I fixed a new blanket for him. I knotted the edges of a fleece panel with a Navy logo print. I went and met him at his truck and we decided to spend the night in the truck. That was a first for me, sleeping in the back of an 18 wheeler. But I was shocked that the bed was very comfortable (a little small for two people, but I was with him so I didn't care :) ). &lt;br /&gt;We got up around 6 and went to the store to get stuff for breakfast and then headed to my house. He finally got to meet my mom. After breakfast I got dressed for work (bummer) and dropped him off at his rig. He drove the front back to my house and hung out there working on his Baja Buggy. My neighbor (who's like a grandmother to me) introduced herself to him. She called me at work to let me know that he was out in the sun working on his toy (it was about 96 degrees yesterday) and offered for him to use her carport. I went home for lunch and convinced him to bring the toys inside and work on it in the living room (mom had already said it was ok). After I got off work, we got to spend the rest of the night chilling with my mom and watching tv. I cooked him some stuffed bell peppers, which he loved :). He even took the two leftover ones for the road. &lt;br /&gt;We went back to the lot where he left his trailer and he rehooked the trailer up (that was interesting to watch) and we spent the night in his truck again. &lt;br /&gt;We were going to get up at 4 am so he could get on the road, but he kept hitting the snooze button and didn't get up until 6 am. I told him goodbye and headed to my house to get ready for work and he hit the road to FL. He should be there by 1 or 2 this afternoon. He may get to come back thru on his way home, but we won't know until later. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that work's been a pain in the butt. My stupid boss called me yesterday on my way back from lunch and asked me where I was (I was 10 mins late cause my lunch and the heat got my stomach upset). Thankfully he left and didn't come back. &lt;br /&gt;Today's going slow. I have a few things to do at work. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to work on my Dragon Ride at all so far this week. I'll work on it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-6337380773947096908?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6337380773947096908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=6337380773947096908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6337380773947096908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/6337380773947096908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-week.html' title='What a week :)'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-1650268441178644312</id><published>2007-06-07T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:08:39.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross stitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Having a Great Week :)</title><content type='html'>This week is going great (I probably shouldn't say anything). I have a small garden at my mom's that I've been growing bell peppers and some herbs in, well I picked 6 huge bell pepper Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/BigPeppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/BigPeppers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuffed them and me and mom had them for dinner, lunch and dinner again on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Plus I've gotten a lot done on my Dragon Ride Cross Stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/DragonRide6_6_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/DragonRide6_6_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes it better is the boss is out of the office for the day. It's so nice having him out. I can study while hes gone :P&lt;br /&gt;Better get back to work ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-1650268441178644312?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/1650268441178644312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=1650268441178644312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1650268441178644312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1650268441178644312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/having-great-week.html' title='Having a Great Week :)'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/th_DragonRide6_6_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-2626873015012267182</id><published>2007-06-06T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:33:06.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross stitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Ride'/><title type='text'>Half way thru the week</title><content type='html'>Well it's Wendnesday. Half of the week is done. The week's been pretty good. Monday I got to work on my dragon ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/DragonRide52807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/DragonRide52807.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my BF will be coming this way next week on his way to FL, so I'll get to see him at least for a night :). &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my first shippment of study materials from my school (Penn-Foster) and sat at work yesterday afternoon and took the first exam. I got a 100% :). I went home and picked 6 huge bell peppers from my garder and stuffed them for dinner (and lunch today and dinner tonight :P). &lt;br /&gt;Today's been fairly boring at work. Not too much to do, waiting on the advertising staff to turn in their stuff for next weeks papers. Oh well, I'd rather be a little bored than have so much to do I don't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-2626873015012267182?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/2626873015012267182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=2626873015012267182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/2626873015012267182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/2626873015012267182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-way-thru-week.html' title='Half way thru the week'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/babyheartthrob/Cross%20Stitch%20Progress/th_DragonRide52807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-1691402956282794596</id><published>2007-06-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:07:38.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross stitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend fun...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a fun trip. Me and mom spent Saturday sitting at a booth at a local community market. We were selling handmade jewelery, barrettes and some of my collection of Beanie Babies. &lt;br /&gt;We got to the market about 8 am and began setting up our table. About 9 am the market officially opens (mind you this is an outside market so people are walking around before 9. We got a good spot in the shade, well mostly in the shade ;). We made almost a hundred dollars (mostly on the Beanies LOL). I walked around the market to see what everyone else had; there were a few other vendors selling jewelry (cheaper than mine, but mine looked better), one man was selling handcarved wooden roses. I had to buy some (2 dozen was only $12). They had a group set up down the street cooking what I thought was fried fish (turned out to be chicken wings) but it still smelled great. Some others were selling jambalaya and hot sausage po-boys. They had a band playing and we could hear them from the table. I got the biggest kick out of the little kids seeing the Beanies on the table and running up begging for "just one mommy". &lt;br /&gt;We left the market and went to my Paw paw's house to check on the progress with my car bumper being painted (I hit a pole at the ex-BF's house and tore up the front bumper and the right headlight last October.) My uncle said the weather was finally warm enough to paint the bumper. When we got there they had already finished putting the fourth coat of paint on and it was drying :). So we had dinner with my Paw paw and two of my uncles. And when we left they remined us to come back on Sunday to get the car fixed. &lt;br /&gt;I got up Sunday ready to go get the bumper fixed (the Credit Union that my loan is thru had the repair check in my Savings account with a hold on it until the repairs were done), but mom had clothes to wash and I started working on my Dragon Ride (cross stitch) and didn't want to stop. We finally went at about 2 pm, my uncles got the damaged bumper and headlight off and popped the new ones in place :) &lt;br /&gt;I went today on my lunch break and got the funds released so I can pay for the paint and put a little up for my trip to CA this fall to visit my BF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-1691402956282794596?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/1691402956282794596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=1691402956282794596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1691402956282794596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1691402956282794596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend fun...'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541116500791340446.post-1527532909382725070</id><published>2007-06-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:14:42.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes :)</title><content type='html'>Where to start. Last year I was in a very bad place. In February my BF of 6 years decided to end our relationship. I was crushed, this was the man I thought was my soulmate. I spend two weeks in denial. I cried a lot, didn't sleep or eat, I lost a lot of weight (I didn't weight a lot to begin with). Friends were worried, my family was very worried. I hit rock bottom at week three. I was sitting at work, not getting anything done from the thoughts in my head. I looked over to my boss Rodney (who's like a second dad to me) and crying told him I was going to the Doctor to get help. That was the best decision for me. The doctor put me on Cymbalta (an antidepressant) and they have helped me a lot. After about a month apart he contacted me. I was the happiest person in the world. We stayed together until March of this year, but I wouldn't say seeing him once in three months being together. I realized that I really didn't love him any more, and I could tell the feeling was mutual. &lt;br /&gt;In March I met my current BF. He's older (He's 37 and I'm 29), he's got 4 daughters and is getting ready to retire from the Navy. We met thru a mutual friend when he came this way and want to meet someone new. We went out with that friend and one of her other friends (very loud and obnoxious). He was on his way to Florida to drop off a bus at the base there. He asked me to go with him, but only knowing him for a few hours I didn't go. He came back thru that Sunday and we went out again, this time with another guy that he's friends with. &lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to officially end the first relationship. I had some of his shorts and I backed them up and sent them along with a letter telling him goodbye. He didn't take it very well. He was upset that I didn't drive 45 minutes to his house to deliver the shorts (and retrieve the items that I had left). Oh well, he's never been happy with anything why should this be any different.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can focus on my new relationship. I don't get to see him everyday, he lives in CA until next May. But I do get to talk to him almost everyday. He's been really good to me and very supportive of my decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I enrolled in school to become a Medical Transcriptionist (just for a part-time at home type thing) and he thought it was a great idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7541116500791340446-1527532909382725070?l=babyheartthrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/feeds/1527532909382725070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7541116500791340446&amp;postID=1527532909382725070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1527532909382725070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541116500791340446/posts/default/1527532909382725070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyheartthrob.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes :)'/><author><name>babyheartthrob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02200449955634751778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
