<?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-9930037</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:09:09.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TheBlondeBrunette</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone tells me i should have been a blonde, but i don't agree with them.In my opinion i am very intelligent.I am a 33 year old single hard working mother of a wonderful teenage son.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-7810558899692250833</id><published>2010-11-01T10:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:06:19.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning for all the single ladies. men you met online may not be what they seem.</title><content type='html'>Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;If by chance you make friends with people online and your considering a relationship with them. please make sure you find out as much about them as possible before you make a mistake and regret it for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I talked to a lady who seemed very sweet and genuine. Who met a fellow blogger one whom we have all talked to years ago. He talked her into coming to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pakistan&lt;/span&gt; and getting married bless her soul she did, she thought she loved him and she thought that his words of love to her was real. She wanted to know how did I know he was a bad person what clues were there. well first of all.&lt;br /&gt;Let me refresh all of you as to who this person is. and I don't have a problem with calling a duck a duck if its a duck.&lt;br /&gt;If I remember right one of his blogs was boxing champ. This was years ago and put this person out of my mind until recently but he had many blogs&lt;br /&gt;Love hound was another one for those of you who didn't know and I'm sure if i did some digging i could find all the others that I found one of which he claimed to be living in new york. which is a lie this man has never set foot on U.S soil thank god.&lt;br /&gt;he claimed his name was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kharram&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;khurram&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kharrum&lt;/span&gt;. He also claimed he had a Christan name of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darrius&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darrian&lt;/span&gt; I wished I could remember the correct spellings in case anyone happens to read this and knows of who I'm talking about or happens to read this and thinks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; that person is trying to tell me he loves me right now and I'm talking to him. no ladies no no no no get away from him he is bad news.&lt;br /&gt;How did I know the things about him he was telling me was false.&lt;br /&gt;First of all he contacted me through my yahoo messenger claiming i was on it somehow as a friend. telling me who he was which knowing he was a commenter on my blog i thought nothing of it and talked to him we talked for months he was entertaining and it drove my family nuts so of course anything to drive my family nuts because they are all up in my business and I've told them for years stay out of my business so of course if we can throw them into a fitful frenzy because they have poked there nose where it don't belong lets do it. I love it I'm game for a game.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway......&lt;br /&gt;He posted a picture of a man in a boxing ring that was supposed to be him self which threw all the ladies on the Internet into a swooning frenzy. me I'm like OK if that is who he says he is not bad. then months later he posted another picture of a man in a boxing ring again that was supposed to be him. well after talking to him on messenger and seeing the pictures the two men look nothing alike. (well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;duhhh&lt;/span&gt; dumb ass its not him )&lt;br /&gt;So he sends me a picture of himself through yahoo messenger . I immediately told him the pictures on your blog of the two men you claim to be you are not you and this picture you have sent me looks nothing like them either. The real pictures of him was far from an athlete especially a boxer.&lt;br /&gt;of course he tried to tell me it was. ( OK I'll play your little game to the fullest, you want to play mind games I'm your girl little FYI if your stupid enough to want to play mind games with me then please make sure your smarter than I am don't try to play a player you will loose)&lt;br /&gt;So I started paying close attention to his blog the ladies that would chat him up I'd visit their site to see what kind of comments and things he would post back to them very interesting I knew then he was a major player.&lt;br /&gt;I kept talking to him after all of that like i said before he was entertaining I had many laughs at his expense talking to him I guess he thought I was that stupid. which actually i was for talking to him the first day on my messenger and allowing him into that part of my online life. But I wanted to try to figure him out and learn more about him. So I let him feed me bullshit and I fed him bullshit back. At this point it turned into a full blown I'm gonna find out as much as i can about you game find out all your lies and then blast you with them all at one time and let everyone know about it. why because I can.&lt;br /&gt;all the names he gave me claiming to be him I searched the Internet I found all his blogs. any website page he had I found them.&lt;br /&gt;I played with him for months letting him think i was stupid enough to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;But he made a mistake which made me tell him off sooner than what I had planned. He let his hatred for my country be known He told me just what he thought of my country and Americans.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you Something I'm as patriotic to my country as the next person who is a True born in the United States Of America who's parents are True born in the United States Of America Who's Grandparents are True born in the United States Of America. can be.&lt;br /&gt;You are talking to me I'm an American. You talk of living in my country and wanting to live in my country and not just any part of my country but you specifically want to live in New York. but yet you hate my country and you hate Americans well F- you buddy That is when I went off The games comes to a halt. Red flags go up This wasn't long after the attack on 9/11 on my country. He makes some pretty strong comments. And the telling off begins the red flags are up and all the "what ifs " what if he is a terrorist trying to convince some unsuspecting person to allow him to come to our country. I knew all the ladies would probably check my blog out as i did theirs to find out just what was he telling me what was we flirting back and fourth and where was it leading was he playing them or trying to at least I had hoped they were smart enough to realise that he was a fraud , a fake, a phony, a liar , a deceitful person. so i publicly made it known on my blog what he was about. My mother wanted me to contact our government on him but what do you tell them? and I'm sure with him talking to me we was already being watched because he came from over there so I'm sure if there was any threat they was already on it or at least they let it be known in the media that anyone talking to people over there would be watched would be investigated unknowingly but I had no proof of who his real name is it could be Kermit the frog for all I knew and beside they had enough on their plate with all the crazy people I'm sure calling in that might of thought they seen bin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ladin&lt;/span&gt; riding a Camel through the Arizona desert no why get them involved.&lt;br /&gt;Now He has now gotten a nice lady to marry him and get him out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pakistan&lt;/span&gt; one that is a non threat to the U.S so it would be easy for him to get passport to come to our country. which is a scary thought. Or you know.. what what if?? he was pretending to be the lady that contacted me telling me of how he conned her? and contacted me to try to play more mind games. either way I can neither confirm nor deny that the lady is who she says she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to post on my blog warning other ladies like her of the possible dangers of getting involved with a man online and the hard aches it can cause and to possibly let them know how to spot warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if they post a picture online and then send you a picture and the two people look different&lt;br /&gt;even the skin color was different ( here is your sign)&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe them any further seeing is believing and there is your proof he is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do an online search with all the information they give you. the Internet is a powerful tool use&lt;br /&gt;      it to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it to your advantage don't be stupid. do background checks if you can.&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of tools to look into people's past online find them use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to your inner self and don't blow it off. you have a natural warning mechanism ladies.&lt;br /&gt;listen to it before you make the worse mistake of your life.&lt;br /&gt;4. if you meet them and all they have told you about their life you find out is a lie get away&lt;br /&gt;from them fast. that should be another clue they have lied to you about everything!&lt;br /&gt;5. Try to stick to men from your own country. ( lesson learned the hard way i married a Scot&lt;br /&gt;not that he was bad just not for me. )&lt;br /&gt;6. When they bad mouth your own country and your nationality ( here's your sign )&lt;br /&gt;7. When it comes to a intimate relationship stick to men from your own country. did i say that&lt;br /&gt;already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me also include that not all men from different countries are bad seeds their are some good men out there from other countries would i advise you to have a relationship with them beyond friendship no i would not but that is me from my own experiences but you do what you want to do your an adult and can make up your own mind but if bells and whistles go off something is wrong then listen to it because something is wrong use your brain.&lt;br /&gt;Did I want to post about all of this not really but out of encouragement from this lady to please post about my experience with this person I did there you have it in the readers digest version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want the peanut gallery (meaning my family ) to comment on it? no. It was pleasure enough for me to watch them react they way they did just watching me talking to this person. that gave me self gratification that I upset them because they can't find anything better to do than to get into my business to mind their own.&lt;br /&gt;which is another main reason why i continued to talk to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kharram&lt;/span&gt; as long as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bitch for pointing this fact out and for doing it? hell yes, but it was fun for me and lots of good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Did my family actually think I was serious about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kharram&lt;/span&gt;? uh huh yes they did and that made it all the more sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever believe that it was just entertainment for me and a game for me to play? no they won't believe it and do i care no I still get just as much pleasure out of it when i think of it&lt;br /&gt;Am I despicable? YES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me. Take care and have a good one who knows when I'll post again. might be another year or two.&lt;br /&gt;and very sorry for any typographical errors I may have made I really don't feel like going back and correcting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-7810558899692250833?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/7810558899692250833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=7810558899692250833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/7810558899692250833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/7810558899692250833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2010/11/warning-for-all-single-ladies-men-you.html' title='Warning for all the single ladies. men you met online may not be what they seem.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-2847161096038307393</id><published>2008-10-03T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:05:31.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Have I been gone that long? time has flown by so fast.  I actually forgot I had a blogspot as funny as that seems something i was so into at one time. Then other things distracted me and took me away I am actually thinking of making a different one. but then how would i move on from theblondebrunette? what would I call the new one.  The day and a life of an emt? I want something that reflects me and that does reflect who I am.  But i can't remember how to do backgrounds anymore I would want something that has to do with ems hmmm might be something to work on? I know there is alot of updateing to do... I dunno just to many people i know knew of this one and sometimes you just want to rant and rave about things and no one know who your talking about.  I know you all know what i mean by that. Sometimes you just want to release even if to just write it down not neccearily talk to anyone about it but just get it out off your mind off your chest and then you feel better..... OH well who knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-2847161096038307393?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/2847161096038307393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=2847161096038307393' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/2847161096038307393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/2847161096038307393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-4768599024843698122</id><published>2007-11-22T05:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T05:14:19.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally remembered my new acct.</title><content type='html'>god forever since i been hear. I almost forgot this place. it used to bring me joy now i just sorta look at it when blogger made new google setting and you had to make new adjustments to your acct guess what forgetful person forgot her information lmao yet that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i better update you lmao I have been accepted into paramedic school yay go me!! so starting january i will be a very busy girl between work and school maybe just maybe i won't forget my information again and i can one day come back and update you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-4768599024843698122?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/4768599024843698122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=4768599024843698122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/4768599024843698122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/4768599024843698122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-remembered-my-new-acct.html' title='finally remembered my new acct.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-7084828800947303860</id><published>2007-02-01T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:15:50.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh great new blog features</title><content type='html'>just what i need something else to have to try to remember as if i can remember everything....like remembering to bring my phone to work with me while i am stuck there for days or remembering to call jason when i get home from work ...eee oops sorry or trying to remember every new freaking password you have in your computer when you get a keylogger hacker set up home and you stay up what 2 days i did have off trying to figure out how the hell to get the bastard out of my computer and talk to you on your own messenger freaking you out. and then stealing your runescape account dirty bastards. then get a tech to come take your tower away and wipe comp clean just lovely. ne way checked out new features on the new blog setup and thought just maybe might be  kinda cool....set it up ....damn it looks complicated just another complicated thing i need in my life right now grrr... oh well in for a little while work again this weekend sooo maybe i'll be home like normal next week.and will get to blog  who the heck knows i don't. but i am darn sure going to try....so see ya'll next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-7084828800947303860?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/7084828800947303860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=7084828800947303860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1629816203"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1629816203&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-116861622871064327?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/116861622871064327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=116861622871064327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/116861622871064327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/116861622871064327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-to-make-u-laugh.html' title='something to make u laugh.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-116740988715518405</id><published>2006-12-29T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:31:27.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post hoidays</title><content type='html'>i can't help but say that i am glad that christmas is over. I don't know why  but this year didn't seem like christmas or joy or anything that it should be for the "holiday spirits" I can't say that i have had a bad year. well maybe a few bumps in the road but that is life and bumps in the road are to be expected and if you don't expect them then you live in a fantasy world can i come there too?..lol well i am trying to get back into this whole blogging thing even that sometimes don't appeal to me even though i have missed it and my friends that came here atleast some of you have keep in touch through email and i am greatful for that to know that you have been doing fine just busy in your daily life like i have been..oh well one more holiday to get through new year's eve this will be this first year i have been home for the new year and i don't know how to act or what to do..seems like i am going to walk into the twlight zone at any moment lol. Maybe this new year will bring something new hopefully it won't pass as fast as 2006 has flown by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-116740988715518405?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/116740988715518405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=116740988715518405' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/116740988715518405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/116740988715518405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/12/post-hoidays.html' title='post hoidays'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-116720309445439656</id><published>2006-12-27T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:04:54.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i have been gone awhile...</title><content type='html'>still not posting sorry for that been a little busy with work not much time for anything else right now....I promise i'll get back into it soon hopefully...sure do miss you guys......I hope that everyone had a wonderful christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-116720309445439656?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-115025579720137623</id><published>2006-06-13T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:29:57.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for not updating post</title><content type='html'>sorry folks for not updating post I have been gone working alot and I will update something later. for now just wanted to let you guys and gals know that I am still around. but it is late and I have to turn around and go back to work in the morning. until this weekend God bless all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-115025579720137623?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/115025579720137623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=115025579720137623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/115025579720137623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/115025579720137623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-for-not-updating-post.html' title='sorry for not updating post'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114771969024901826</id><published>2006-05-15T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:26:40.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desavou!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/2511923442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/2511923442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the elevator. Simple looking enough right? I mean it is one of the greatest inventions made in the 20 th century? It makes it so simple to be able to move objects from one floor to the other without having to strenuously carry heavy objects or people up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/elevators_man_woman_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/elevators_man_woman_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you stand there and wait for the elevator to make its way slowly down or up to the floor that you are on so that you may take it to the desired floor of your choice. As you wait you can hear the elevator making its way to the floor that you are on. You can here the cables moving as it pulls the weight of the elevator through the elevator shaft. You can here it as it stops on the different floors to pick up other people before it makes its way to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Orion-Alone-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Orion-Alone-th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you hear a bell ring above the door of the elevator that you are waiting on. Letting you know automatically that it is finally there ready for you to get in. The doors open and invitingly&lt;br /&gt;allows you to step through the entrance to accommodate you in your quest for the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something so simple and mechanical that has become apart of most of our everyday lives. Weather it is the building that you live in and the elevator is taking you home or a building that you work in if you live in a city instead of a small town. Or you are visiting a hospital. For the most part we all rely on an elevator at some point and time in our lives right?..... Right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday while at work I had to take a transfer to St.Francis medical center dowtown. In Monroe Louisiana. Most of you that know me already know that I work in Bastrop Louisiana. Which means I have to take an out of town transfer to a bigger hospital with better patient care I forget now why that patient had to be transferred there but that is illrelevant to my story and I am rambling...lol Any way. My partner Mark and I {which by the way Cindy is not my partner anymore she went to work at the other station that we have yay} dropped our patient off in their room and preceded to make our way to the elevators. No big deal normal procedure after leaving a patient but instead of taking the same elevators that we came up in. I wanted to take one the would come out closer to the gift shop that was in the hospital because I wanted to know if it was open. I had spotted some lighthouse collectibles that they had in there weeks back on a previous run that we had made and this time I was hoping that the shop was open because again the ones here that know me. Knows that I love lighthouse and to find them around here is hard to do so when I find one I like to get them to add to my collection of lighthouses which is hardly any...lol back to my story....We go to the elevators and there are four of them and only one of them open up and it just happens to be going our way which is down to the first floor. As we are descending I noticed that it has stopped I didn't think anything of it Mark and I are the only people in the elevator at the time and I am thinking to myself that it has stopped to allow another person to get in. As Mark and I are talking I also noticed that it is taking along time for the elevator doors to open. What the heck is going on? I looked up in the middle of our talking and notice that the light above us is showing the 3 floor but the doors are not opening. Knowing Mark and I look back at him and he has this really shit eating grin on his face. Him knowing me knows that I can't stand to be on an elevator for more than just a few seconds at a time because I am claustrophobic and depending on the size of the elevator depends on how I do on that elevator and this one is not so big. I look up at him he is still of course grinning from ear to ear with that shit eating look on his face and then he starts to bounce on his tip toes making the elevator move slightly. I ask him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*what the fuck is going on?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him just looking at me grinning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* you did this didn't you?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still staring at me not saying a word and still bouncing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* O.k Mark this is not fucking funny anymore.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark.* I didn't do anything*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I noticed that the ventilation system is not working anymore . Ok the reality that I am stuck in this elevator is starting to sink in more by this time now I start to hyperventilate and pace back and fourth while gripping the rail of the stretcher. Oh God it is getting hot in here. I can't breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*mark come on man stop joking around you did this right you did this make it go again* I am screaming at him by this time. He walks up beside me laughing and still bouncing up and down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark.* I don't know what to tell you but I didn't do this*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rear back and hit him in his arm the contact of my fist in his arm made a loud echo in the elevator crap I didn't mean to hit him that hard. But at that point and time I really didn't care all I wanted was to be off of that elelvator and I just knew or I was hoping that he really did make it stop but in the cold hard fact of reality he didn't do it and we really are trapped in the elevator. And he thinks that it is funny because he knows my fears . I am not seeing the humor in this not one bit. The thoughts in my head are racing as I am hyperventilating. I feel weak in the knees this is it I am going to pass out I know I am. The air in the elevator is becoming so hot and heavy that I just can't seem to be getting any air. only from a medical point of view I know that I am getting plenty of oxygen it is just that I am panicing and not trying to reason with myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* I don't understand that if you didn't do this how you are remaining so calm? what the hell is wrong with you we are trapped in this thing!!!!* I am really screaming at this point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark * Isn't this fun?* he asked me still making fun of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*this is just not funny anymore* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am trying to laugh while hyperventilating I look up at the numbers again only to see that I am still stuck on the 3rd floor I don't think that It would of been so bad had it been another floor but a few weeks ago I watched a scary movie about an abandon hospital and the elevator would only go and stop on the 3rd floor no matter what button you pushed the damn thing would only take you to the 3rd floor. Imagine in my panic what I was thinking I am in a hospital trapped in an elevator that only stops on the 3rd floor!!! How Ironic is that!!! in the movie a clown pops out of no where be hind the person....this is just great. If a clown was to pop out of no where at that point and time. Mark would of been seriously injured because I would of run him over trying to make a door to get out. I was almost to the point of trying to make a door anyway. but a clown would of just set it off. Mark walks over to the buttons and starts to fiddle with them after playing with it for what seemed like forever the air ventilation system kicks back on and we start moving again. When those elevator doors open I was really hoping that no one was going to try and get on because I would of knocked them down upon exiting. Screw the stretcher and Mark when those doors opened I flew out of the elevator like my ass was on fire. If the 3rd floor wants them it can have them I am outa here. I don't want to get on an elevator again but I know that I have too because of my job. I sort of feel bad now because I cursed at mark and hit him alot Funny what a person will do when they panic. I learned that in some situation I am not as calm as I thought that I was.......lol atleast not when it comes to one of my phobia's...lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114771969024901826?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114771969024901826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114771969024901826' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114771969024901826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114771969024901826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/05/desavou.html' title='Desavou!!???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114706133927246709</id><published>2006-05-07T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:58:25.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on past post</title><content type='html'>remember when I posted about the practice &lt;a href="http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-different-to-do-at-work.html"&gt;fire in collingston la.?&lt;/a&gt; well as it turns out that the young fire chief who was so enthusiastic about starting the fire for the practice house fire. Is infact an arsonist. There was a fire in collingston several weeks back at the school. The school was destroyed and everyone suspected arson because the school was in a much heated debate as to weather or not to keep it open or close the school because of funding.........well I guess that they do not need to worry about that now because the school will not be rebuilt. The young firefighter that told all of us that he was the chief was infact not the chief.....just a firefighter. It turns out that he wanted recognition of being a hero and thought that if he started the fire then he would anonymously call in the fire to the police station and then rush out to the fire station hop on a truck and put the fire out and be a proclaimed hero........ Now the only thing that he will be able to put out is his cell mate bubba........lol.....sorry I know tasteless joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114706133927246709?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114706133927246709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114706133927246709' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114706133927246709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114706133927246709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-on-past-post.html' title='update on past post'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114658995542314470</id><published>2006-05-02T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:19:32.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A spider bite...please read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And you thought the brown recluse was bad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Three women in North Florida, turned up at hospitals over a 5-day period,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all with the same symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fever, chills, and vomiting, followed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscular collapse, paralysis, and finally, death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There were no outward signs of trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autopsy results showed toxicity in the blood. These women did not know each other, and seemed to have nothing in common. It was discovered, however, that they had all visited the same Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;) within days of their deaths&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The health department descended on the restaurant, shutting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, water, and air conditioning were all inspected and tested, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;The big break came when a waitress at the restaurant was rushed to the hospital with similar symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told doctors that she had been on vacation, and had only went to the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant to pick up her check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not eat or drink while she was there, but had used the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when one toxicologist, remembering an article he had read, drove out to the restaurant, went into the restroom, and lifted the toilet seat. Under the seat, out of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;normal view, was a small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;spider&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The spider was captured and brought back to the lab, where it was determined to be the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Two-Striped Telamonia (Telamonia dimidiata),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so named because of its reddened flesh color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This spider's venom is extremely toxic&lt;/span&gt;, but can take several days to take effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They live in cold, dark, damp climates, and toilet rims provide just the right atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Several days later a lawyer from Jacksonville showed up at a hospital emergency room. Before his death, he told the doctor, that he had been away on business, had taken a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight from Indonesia, changing planes in Singapore, before returning home. He did not visit (Olive Garden), while there. He did, as did all of the other victims, have what was determined to be a puncture wound, on his right buttock. Investigators discovered that the flight he was on had originated in India. The Civilian Aeronautics Board (CAB) ordered an immediate inspection of the toilets of all flights from India, and discovered the Two-Striped Telamonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Telamonia dimidiata) spider's nests on 4 different planes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It is now believed that these spiders can be anywhere in the country&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So please,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;before you use a public toilet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lift the seat to check for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It can save your life! And please pass this on to everyone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OK This is just great all of you that know me.... knows that my second biggest fear is spiders. Can you imagine finding one of these little creatures crawling around your HooHa....nope no thanks I think I will wet myself but you know back roads do good to......lol unless your like my friend and can't squat to pee which is halarious by the way and is another post er maybe not she would kill me....lol anyway ... when I read this I thought to myself just how often do the restrooms get cleaned???? wouldn't you think that if they got cleaned everyday and often during the day like they should be...that you wouldn't have little creepy crawlies making homes in the johns???? well I guess I can add this up to one more little thing to be afraid when using a public restroom because now instead of thinking in the back of your mind what kind of communitable diesease's are on your toilet you choose to use now you have to lift the lid to see if there are spiders under there.....And omg should a Clown pop out of the crapper I would shit myself to death right then and there!!!!!! autopsy report. cause of death...... Shitted self to death from clown popping out of crapper.....lol. Please remember to look under the seats before you sit down to enjoy your paper. Red ants came into our country because of travel and now spiders that bite you on the ass Literally and kill you have now traveled into our country. Hmmm does this fall under illegal immagrants?? {hahaha}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114658995542314470?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114658995542314470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114658995542314470' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114658995542314470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114658995542314470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/05/spider-biteplease-read.html' title='A spider bite...please read'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114448365782495787</id><published>2006-04-08T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T03:09:31.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your style???</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/natural.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is this crap for real???.......lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114448365782495787?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114448365782495787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114448365782495787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114448365782495787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114448365782495787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-your-style.html' title='What is your style???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114327101799201774</id><published>2006-03-25T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:16:58.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: FW: Warning if you wax</title><content type='html'>a friend sent this to me today in my email... I really had to share it with you. It is funny as hell..&lt;br /&gt;some of you may have already of seen it but for those of you who haven't enjoy......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women with thepromises of easy,  painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax....&lt;br /&gt; My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come....home, fix dinner,... play with the kids.&lt;br /&gt; I then had the thought that would ring painfully  in my mind for the next few hours:&lt;br /&gt; "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit  out of the medicine cabinet."&lt;br /&gt;So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt; It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump  of hot wax,  you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get  warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg&lt;br /&gt;(or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.&lt;br /&gt;No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be?... I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough  to figure this out.  (YA THINK!?!)&lt;br /&gt; So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other  stuck together.&lt;br /&gt; Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in  so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.  ("Cold wax,"  yeah...right!)&lt;br /&gt; I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around  it tight and pull.  It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it  wasn't too bad. I can do this!&lt;br /&gt; Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am  She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin  extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;       With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I  sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting   championship.&lt;br /&gt; I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.  Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side  of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching  down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip)&lt;br /&gt;I  inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!!!!!!!  I'm blind!!!  Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision  returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.  CRAP!!! ....... Another  deep breath and RIIPP!!!!!..... Everything is swirly and spotted.&lt;br /&gt;I think I may pass out........must stay conscious......Do I hear crashing drums???.....&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;one that has caused  me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to revel in  the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!  There's no hair on it. Where is the hair????? WHERE IS THE WAX???  Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see  the hair. The hair should be on the strip. I touch.&lt;br /&gt; I am touching wax...... CRAP!...... I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which  is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.......&lt;br /&gt;              Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped  up on the toilet. I know I need to do something..So I put my foot  down.. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.....Vagina??? Sealed  shut!... Butt?? Sealed shut!&lt;br /&gt;      I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;figure out what to do and  think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may  pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax?...... Hot water!! Hot water melts  wax!!!.. I'll  run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe  itoff, right???........ *WRONG!!!!!!!*  I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to  torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is  having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the  tub...in scalding hot water.&lt;br /&gt;     Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some  secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter -&lt;br /&gt;             "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.&lt;br /&gt;        She wants to know exactly where the wax is located,&lt;br /&gt; "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her.&lt;br /&gt; I give  her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.&lt;br /&gt; YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.  While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax  off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie  goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is  not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.&lt;br /&gt;       My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend.&lt;br /&gt; It's sooo painful, l but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my  grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.???? So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point...... Next week I'm going to try hair color......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Now why is this so funny to me....I know exactly what wax strip this person is talking about...I bought some of them bad boys..lol.....only unlike the person in the story I just used it on one part of my leg to see if I can handle the pain......I mean why not I have tattoo's if I can handle that then why not some itsy bitsy was strip right????......Wrong!!! those suckers hurt........ I'll be damned if I am going to put that my lady!!! I don't know how some of you women out there do it. I mean your cat must be made of steel or numb...lol...oh well it is just not worth it!! My man just gonna have to deal with stuble.....lol No Waxing for this girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114327101799201774?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114327101799201774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114327101799201774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114327101799201774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114327101799201774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/subject-fw-warning-if-you-wax.html' title='Subject: FW: Warning if you wax'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114253424696655171</id><published>2006-03-16T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:37:27.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vermont, efforts to impeach Bush fan emotions</title><content type='html'>By Jason Szep&lt;br /&gt;Thu Mar 16, 8:47 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for picturesque autumn foliage, colonial inns, maple sugar and laid-back villages, Vermont seldom makes much of an impact in national political debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in one week, resolutions approved by five towns to impeach President George W. Bush are giving several sleepy Vermont communities a new, renegade image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got a lot of negative feedback -- letters coming in mail, e-mails, people telling us we're unpatriotic," said Maureen Albert-Piascik, treasurer of Newfane, a village of about 1,600 people which approved an impeachment article against Bush at its annual town meeting on March 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"All we were doing is exercising our freedom of speech," she said. "This little town can't be responsible for impeaching Bush, but everybody has the right to freedom of speech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents' 121-29 vote at the town meeting called on the state's sole member of the U.S. House of Representatives, independent Rep. Bernie Sanders, to file articles of impeachment against Bush for misleading the nation on Iraq's weapons of mass destruction and engaging in illegal wiretapping, among other charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"We've been let down by our politicians, by the media, so we really have to take things into our own hands," said Dan DeWalt, a 49-year-old woodworker and part-time teacher who drafted the impeachment call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DeWalt's resolution inspired four other Vermont towns to do the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"It struck a nerve,"&lt;/span&gt; he said.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "We need everyone in the country to consider, should we impeach the president."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenore Salzbrunn, a Republican who heads the Newfane Business Association, dismissed the impeachment resolution as a "tantrum" by just 10 percent of registered voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had a busload of people who they said they would not spend another dime in Newfane," he said. "They were so outraged. I've talked to about 80 people like that. People are saying things like 'Don't you realize we are at war?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OUTSIDE POLITICAL MAINSTREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of impeaching Bush resides firmly outside the political mainstream. Wisconsin Sen. Russell Feingold's call this week to censure Bush -- a step short of an impeachment -- found scant support on Capitol Hill, even among fellow Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper's Magazine, a 158-year-old liberal publication, gave impeachment a push in a March cover story, and three of the 10 House members from Massachusetts signed a resolution calling for an investigation and possible impeachment of Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, the city council in Santa Cruz, California voted to ask Congress to impeach Bush. Other California cities followed suit, including San Francisco last month. The declarations made local headlines, but even San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom, a Democrat, joked about the minor national impact such calls have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush, who says his domestic spying program is legal, has virtually no chance of being impeached due to a Republican majority in Congress, political analysts say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanders, the Vermont congressman, said a far better goal is ending Republican dominance in Congress in November elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Harrington, a 73-year-old retired Newfane machinist who supported the impeachment vote, said he's had enough of Bush. He said the president is "just blowing money like it's going out of style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrington said he cannot recall a bigger political fuss in Newfane, a heavily Democrat village founded by Puritan settlers in 1774 where most town meetings deal with routine issues such as electing school district officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeWalt, who sports a graying beard and ponytail, is in his first year as a town selectman and says he is fielding calls from other towns on impeachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Now I'm connected with people from across the country who are very methodically laying the groundwork to make this a reality, to make it not just a little pipe dream of a few wishful thinkers," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is alittle FYI I found while searching through news ............HMMM It takes all of us to ban together to do this.... Quote from article.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenore Salzbrunn, a Republican who heads the Newfane Business Association, dismissed the impeachment resolution as a "tantrum" by just 10 percent of registered voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well Mrs.Lenore Salzbrunn....... if the majority of the United States Is throwing a Tantrum then what percent of the registered voters is this??? And If we the people of the United States Of America ban together for this impeachment then what does that tell you?........Besides do not forget who put all of  the senators,the congressmen, Democratic and Republicans in office? We did! The registered voters put you people there.  I wonder would you like to be voted back in,to resume your post in office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  It is no longer a democratic or republican issue.......everyone is upset by President Bush's actions. Such as "weapons of mass distructions" that didn't exsist. And throwing our nations children in harms way in a war that should of never taken place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10 percent of the voters may just be a small percent of the voters for some people........But if the politicians would open their e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yes they would see that it is much more than just 10 percent of the voters that want President Bush impeached. And If all of the voters all across america would ban together and unite as one voice then maybe the politicians would listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that I am just one small voice......But maybe my one small voice will have an impact on some of the voters who feel the same way as I do. And if everone  who feels the same way as I do would come together then that small 10 percent of voters would soon become 20 and then 30 and it will grow larger than that.. He still has until 2008 I don't know about you but I know that I do not want him to cause any more damage to our country then what he has already done. And If we allow him to continue in office until his term is up. Then he will have more time to totally destroy us!&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/9930037-114253424696655171?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114253424696655171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114253424696655171' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114253424696655171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114253424696655171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-vermont-efforts-to-impeach-bush-fan.html' title='In Vermont, efforts to impeach Bush fan emotions'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114244256888308902</id><published>2006-03-15T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:09:28.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last.</title><content type='html'>Finally I am back home. I thought that these 2 days were the longest 2 days of my life....lol but It was a good shift {Just long}. Only one exiting call don't get me wrong we had a lot of calls that we had to go on , but this one was an exiting one.&lt;br /&gt;  We get called out to chest pains. no big deal we get these kind of calls all of the time. but this time we have to hunt down the vehicle going down the road. yay in the middle of the night another yay. finally track down the mini van and the guy gets out of the car short of breath and very sweaty {hmm this is not good}&lt;br /&gt;it is dark can"t  see his skin color very well get him loaded in the back of the truck after I climb in my partner and I see that he is also blue { can someone say crap lol}.. anyway my partner and I are doing our thing and while my partner turns around to get something out of a cabnet the guy codes on us. {oh no here we go again another one that can't be saved } Start cpr . Some how every since my old partner and I come up with a theme song for ambulances. it pops in my head everytime I have a code. come on sing it with me you all should now it by now.yep you guessed it. Another one bites the dust... but wait what is this I feel I get a pulse..yay.. he starts breathing on his own again.. double yay..  A SAVE !!! Most of the time we don't get to see the people again after their emergency but this morning I had to transfer him to a bigger hospital in another town before I got off of work. It was nice to finally see a person saved after  they have coded on you. He looked good compared to the last time I saw him. He was up talking and laughing. The guy has a great sense of humor. I hope that everything  goes great with him today. He will have stents put in this afternoon. This is what makes my job worth while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114244256888308902?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114244256888308902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114244256888308902' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114244256888308902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114244256888308902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114221232569167764</id><published>2006-03-12T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:12:05.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day......or is it...?</title><content type='html'>I have been trying really hard to come up with something to post about and nothing in general comes to mind.....absoultly nothing....it is not that I haven't been doing anything I have done lots of things. I am how ever enjoying my weekend off until in the morning when I have to go back to work...and wonder what does god have instore for me to do there.....What drug addict will fake being in pain just so he can get a trip to the hospital to get his fix.....what little old lady will need help to stand up because she has fallen down and can't get up on her own she is not hurt she just needs a little bit of help......who will code that we can't get back but work our butts off trying to get them to breath or thier hearts back to beating...we were so close with that last one we thought yes this is what I am talking about. and then poof gone can't get them back... what kind of an mvi will I got to will they be ok or will they need major help....I hope that it is a good shift and nothing major goes wrong......On a lighter note something strange happened to me this weekend I logged into my computer nothing new about that but for the first time in months I turn my yahoo messenger on why I don't know just did it. I haven't talked to alot of friends that I used to. I guess that I thought that maybe I would. I had a lot of offline messages that go back months....lol sorry I just don't check that thing...lol anyway not long after I log in I get a message from a person I have never seen before.....this is strange I think to my self who is this.? He wants to know how I got on his messenger list of friends....I am silent....because I am thinking to myself well that is a good question buddy how did you get on mine..lol I look at the user name that he is using and it hits me right away who it is.....but how on earth this is strange..... very strange indeed. I already know who he is but he is at a disadvantage he still don't know who I am...finally I let him no who I am......it is funny.....he is a fellow blogger....I don't know how we ended up on eachers yahoo messenger.....but I am glad that we did I have completely enjoyed talking with him these past 2 days.......I have met and made a very interesting new friend. Thank you to the unexplained event that caused us to be on each others friends list. Without this I would of missed out on meeting a very special person. So I know I like hunting things that are unexplainable but could someone explain that......lol oh well in the morning I will go back to work so I won't be around for a few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114221232569167764?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114221232569167764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114221232569167764' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114221232569167764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114221232569167764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-dayor-is-it.html' title='Just another day......or is it...?'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114166661878743388</id><published>2006-03-06T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:39:01.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something different to do at work</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had to go and post for the collingston fd. While they had a scheduled house fire {training} I new that it was going to be interesting when I found out that the fire chief is only 18 yrs old.... No one else wanted to be the fire chief so lets give it to the very in experienced child who in his own words " I will be starting the fire today in just a few minates . me I will start the fire . I am the one who will start the fire.... me ... only me... me alone will start the fire.'' omg it was very clear as to who was going to start the fire the first time he said it .... But to make sure if you didn't catch it the first time he made sure you caught it the second........and the third.....and the fourth....the fifth ......finally the sixth time.......holy cow child pyro start the damn fire already!!! The whole time me and my partner who happens to be a firefighter from another town were thinking oh dear lord please don't let anything go wrong!!! lol everything went well we only had to check out one guy who was complaining of chest pains but he was fine... we told him no more fire fighting for you today..... anyway I had a chance to play with the new phone I got that takes pics so I thought I would share the fire with you guys If I can figure out how to get them from bluetooth to the blog.......lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house before the training fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he starts the fire and it just begins to come out of the house to where we can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can see how the fire is really starting to take over the front porch you can also see my partner taking pics with his phone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you can see it coming out of the roof....... See the big guy in the white shirt ...well I sorta gave him the nick name of ..........Crack........... because when he would bend over that is all you could see is Crack.......Someone really needs to tell him that crack kills....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side view of the flames coming out of the window.......oh hey there's crack again.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time the fire was getting really hot I walked back as far as I could to take this pic... The heat that was radiating from the fire was so intense... Do you See how close the fire truck is to the house ??? hehehe the dummies burned that side of their truck because it was parked so close.....hmmmmmmmmm Notice something?? You don't see an ambulance parked that close to the fire do you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the end of the road for the house.....The whole training once the fire was lit only took one hour..... Hope you enjoyed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-114166661878743388?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114166661878743388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114166661878743388' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114166661878743388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114166661878743388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-different-to-do-at-work.html' title='something different to do at work'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-114010788251861865</id><published>2006-02-16T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:39:54.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/froggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/froggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed Feb 15, 2:13 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;PARIS (AFP) - He's fat, ugly and poisonous -- and he's mutating. He's the cane toad (Bufo marinus), a species which was introduced into the Australian state of Queensland 70 years ago to tackle insect pests in canefields and has since become an ecological catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing in at to up two kilos (4.4 pounds), the unwanted anuran has extended its range to more than a million square kilometers (386,000 square miles) in tropical and sub-tropical Australia, crushing native species in its relentless advance.&lt;br /&gt;A team of University of Sydney toad watchers positioned themselves on the front line of the invasion, 60 kilometers (35 miles) east of the city of Darwin, and for 10 months caught toads, some of which they radiotagged and let loose again.&lt;br /&gt;They were astonished to find that the creatures can hop up to 1.8 kms (1.1 miles) a night during wet weather, a record for any frog or toad.&lt;br /&gt;But even more remarkable was the discovery that the first toads to arrive at the front invariably had longer hind legs than those which arrived later.&lt;br /&gt;By comparison, the toads which are living in the long-established Queensland colonies have much shorter legs.&lt;br /&gt;The case is being seen as a classic example of Darwinian evolution -- animals that are stronger, faster or smarter are able to stake out new territory and defend it against those that are weaker, slower or less astute.&lt;br /&gt;The findings also neatly explain a puzzle surrounding the cane toad.&lt;br /&gt;From the 1940s to 1960s, the critter expanded its range by only 10 kms (six miles) a year. Today, though, it is advancing at the rate of more than 50 kms (30 miles) annually.&lt;br /&gt;The reason: with longer legs, the mutating species is able to travel further, faster.&lt;br /&gt;The authors, led by Richard Shine of the university's School of Biological Sciences, say the cane toad is a chilling lesson for governments to combat invasive species as soon as possible, "before the invader has had time to evolve into a more dangerous adversary."&lt;br /&gt;The paper appears on Thursday in Nature, the weekly science journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;#######################################################&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;#######################################################&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just a prime example that Charles Darwin is right in his theory of evolution.....Now why can't humans just except the fact that we evolve into something great! OH wait I forgot If we believe that we evolved from something other than what we look like now then that would be inconceivable. It would screw up everyone's Idea that we were made in the image of god. Well news flash we are made in the image of god it is just that we evolved... Why can't we.... Who we are now.... Be the second "prototype"??? And that the first "Prototype" after the "Big Bang Theory" and before "The Ice Age".......Why can't we say after this that we were made in the image of our creator ......Come on work with "My Theory of Evolution." I mean we have the skeletal remains of past humans that date back to millions of years.......They are clearly the first humans on this earth but with very different features... Why can't they be the "first Prototype" that god had created and then decided that he would make us more like him???? Thus we have the "Second Prototype".......Who we evolved into today???........I know a little far fetched for some of you....Oh well that is just one of my many theories. *sigh*&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/9930037-114010788251861865?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/114010788251861865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=114010788251861865' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114010788251861865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/114010788251861865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/02/evolution.html' title='Evolution!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113938869942960274</id><published>2006-02-08T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T04:12:02.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Celebes do I look like????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok Steph I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I selected one of the few photo's that I have man I didn't realize that I don't really have any pictures any way it is an old one .........A few years old but here it is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Tracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/Tracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear nothing about this photo you guys are lucky that I am sharing it...... I was on vacation and as you can see I got sun burned badly on the top of my legs back stomach and face from floating down the buffalo river then we {Meredith, Stephanie s and my self } went to Missouri for the rest of our vacation and we all had photo's made at this photo shop that did old timey looking photo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way I look nothing like the photo does now my hair is longer and it is my natural color of dark brown...Also put on a few lbs since then.......LOL any way by using this photo these are the people that it said I looked most like using the facial features and structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soong May-ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/chiang-reception-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/chiang-reception-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68% in the ranking order so It showed that I matched her the most. It was interesting reading the biography of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in the picking order was.&lt;br /&gt;Cameron dais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/cameron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next by 64% is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha cuthbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/elisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/elisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one has your Leonard nemoy bet!!!! I guess that is what I get for laughing at you....LOL&lt;br /&gt;by 63% it showed that I looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imre Kertesz WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/kertesz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/kertesz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhhmmmmm I don't think so Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one by a percentage of 62% is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Tautou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/audrey11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/audrey11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than Kertesz hehehee next we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian Anderson better known as Scully on the hit show X files by 53%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/gillian%20anderson%20%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/gillian%20anderson%20%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we have the Queen of soul by 52%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/aretha%20franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/aretha%20franklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs is R.E.S.P.E.C.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next I think that she is most remembered for her eyes&lt;br /&gt;by 52%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/bette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/bette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we have by 51% is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willma Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/rudolph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/rudolph.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 3 time gold Olympic medalist she had an interesting Biography to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least on the list by a percentage of 48%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/19839791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/19839791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this was a hard post to do.... But it was fun The photo I used is the only recent one I had and it is almost 10 yrs old...... Wonder what the list would of been had I had an updated photo??&lt;br /&gt;hope that you enjoyed the post. oh yeah one more thing I learned how to use my scanner YAY now I just have to lear no how to use my digital camera...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113938869942960274?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113938869942960274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113938869942960274' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113938869942960274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113938869942960274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-celebes-do-i-look-like.html' title='What Celebes do I look like????'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113918143623071014</id><published>2006-02-05T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:25:27.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I??</title><content type='html'>This post was inspired by&lt;a href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/"&gt; Ka &lt;/a&gt;She wants to know who are the people that comes to her blog. So I thought that I would enlighten her and all of you that don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am I ? Well I am a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;1. I am sensitive and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will give someone my last penny if it will help them even if it means leaving myself without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am selfish to a point who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I sometimes allow people to walk all over me just because it makes them happy even though I know that I shouldn't friends in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a dreamer who believes in fairytale endings knowing that they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have many moods only the closest of family and friends will see it because of my bipolar illness and not taking my meds to keep me straight thinking.....LOL I hate taking them even though I concentrate better and think more clearly. I just hate having to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I cherish friends. Although I do not have many. The friends that I do have are thought of highly and I will go to great lengths to make sure that they are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am a true romantic I believe that there is that perfect love out there somewhere waiting for me {maybe when I am 80 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am passionate about being an emt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can get my feelings hurt very easily because I am so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I can't spell worth a crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have to wear glasses because I can not see without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't like to be blamed for someone else's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a bad temper but it is gone quickly and then I forget what it was that made me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't have a good memory I will remember bits and pieces of things that is why I keeping telling people to remind me or I will have to write a note an hope I put it in a place where I will remember to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I try to take things one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I often wait until the very last minute to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't like change but can adapt to it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have OCD { obsessive-compulsive disorder.} Examples An excessive need to do things perfectly or correctly. Counting while doing other compulsive actions. Repeating things or endlessly rearranging items to keep them in perfect alignment. Hoarding things. Only I am not so bad that it disrupted my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have anxiety attacks when something major goes wrong and it shouldn't especially when someone else does something wrong and I am in the middle of it and I know that it is going to make me the blame along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I will not lie for you or anyone. I was put in a position once where I lied to someone I loved to cover up for another someone I loved and was caught in the act I had the worst anxiety attack of my life. Do not ever ask me to lie or cover up for you or anyone I will not do this I can not do this. I don't want to know anyone's drama I have enough of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have a great sense of humor. Sometimes it can be morbid but in my line of work you just have to laugh at something or else it will get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I don't dream a lot when I sleep so when I do have one I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love to ghost hunt. The idea of a ghost fascinates me. Even though it would probably scare the crap out of me if I run across one...LOL sometimes when I go to a new place things will touch me and I can't explain it. And no one tangible will be near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I drink occasionally parties is about it but every once in a while I will make strawberry margirita's at home. I don't like people who drink all of the time the smell of beer makes me want to puke. Unless I am drinking it. And seeing as how I don't like beer it is not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I don't like people who do drugs. I don't want them any where near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My favorite color is purple or pink. I like reds and dark reds to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I drink sweet tea, hot tea, chamomile tea hot chocolate even though I don't tolerate milk I still drink chocolate milk but I pay for it right after I drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. My favorite foods yes I have two pizza and shrimp. I eat fish to I am not really big on meats though I would be just as happy if I only ate veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I am spoiled I always have been even though I grew up poor my parents would try get the things that I wanted most of the time it was a generic form of it but I was just as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Sometimes I think that my life sucks but then I have to stop and realize that there are people out there that do not have the things that I do and they are less fortunate than me I do have a roof over my head even though it will leak when the rain comes down hard. It is warm in the winter and really hot in the summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. One of the things that bothered me the most was when I took Mom and Dustin to new Orleans before heading back home was seeing a homeless couple bedding down for the night out side of the Louis Armstrong park. It really upset me and then when I spent the weekend in little rock in a very nice hotel over looking the river I saw a lot of homeless people living under the bridge I cried and that is all I saw when I looked out the window forget the nice view all I saw was heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I like to watch suspense or horror movies but I will not watch anything with werewolves in it the only time I ever had a nightmare was after I read a six book series in one day and it had aliens in it that looked like werewolves and I understood how a person could have a heart attack in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I like all sort of music. All kinds of different origins ethnic I think that my favorite would be a form of African music it is just peaceful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The person I miss most in my life my father he was a person I could talk to and no matter what it was he always remained calm. He always had great advise am I like him yes in a lot of ways I got his hard headedness and his way or no way attitude. And sometimes his blow up temper. And it is over with quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I try not to be quick to judge people even if they are a bad seed I give them the benefit of the doubt this will be my downfall......LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I want to go back to school but I feel I will never be able to because of the financial burdens that I have. Even though I don't have as much as a lot of people I know it is still a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do I envy people or jealous of what others have no. I am happy with the things that I have. Do I want more sure I do and In time I will have those things. I have found in my life that god in some way or another has always seen that I have gotten everything that I ever wanted or needed it might not have been right away it may have been years but I have received the things that I have wanted or needed God has been my provider and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Am I a religious person to a certain extent. I wasn't raised in a religious home the things that I learned I learned on my own. Do I go to church no I haven't found one in the little hill billy town I live in that suits me. Do I believe in God yes most defiantly. I believe that where ever I am god is with me and if I choose to pray right where I am at then my body is my temple and I will pray where I feel the need to. Do I care if you believe in my beliefs?? No I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do I care what people think of me?? For the most part no but in some cases yes you have to in this hypocritical town I live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My ideal guy someone who is reserved but likes to have fun must have a sense of humor must be kind and caring . Sensitive to me, observant , a take charge kind of guy . Strong I don't want a weak guy. Passionate a gentleman, one with morals , I want someone I can feel safe with he won't hurt me physically or mentally I have already been through the abusive relationship and I won't put up with that ever again. Someone who will not lie to me or cheat I want someone that I can be me with someone to talk to about anything and everything and if I want to act silly then I can cut up and act silly with them joke around and have a good time with. They have to like kids because you know I come with one almost grown and he has to pass that kid test you know if the kid don't like you then.....Unless it is in my case where the kid don't like anyone....LOL I don't like fighting but I will if I have to and believe me you won't like my temper. If you think you are going to hit me in a fight then let me tell you something you have to sleep and I will get you back....LOL no really I don't like to argue . Talking problems out is another thing I can handle that I don't want someone who will humilitate me infront of people you might do this once because you didn't know that you did then we will talk about it if it happens again then you are on your own and I am on my way. There is a lot more that I could list but what good will it do my ideal guy doesn't exist not in this area atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Movies that I really enjoy if it is a cartoon then I am going to like it..... I like old movies . Some of my favorite movies gone with the wind I should have been born in that era. The north and the south. Lord of the rings, Harry potter, the rock, mind hunters, ice age, Steven king movies are the best. There are just so many and a wide variety it will take to long to list them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I stay tired a lot not sure why I don't have or feel like I don't have a lot of energy. I could stay in the house for days at a time. And it wouldn't bother me. I don't feel like I have enough time in the day and my days get away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I would like to be able to do something to help the homeless people that I have seen but do not know what or how to go about getting a program strarted and feel helpless because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I would love to be able to afford to go somewhere on vacation and stay for atleast a week like an island or the mountains someplace serene where I can feel a sense of peace and calm and forget about everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  I would like to live some place like i describe in 43. but i know that I have to come back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. I would have went straight into college by now I would have a phd in biology that would have been my major my minor's would have been photoghraphy and wild life managment. I want to work for national geographic that is something that I don't think that anyone new except maybe mom. I also would have been a better child growing up and spent more time with my family instead of locking myself away in my room all of the time I was always a loner type person and now that I don't want to be I have no choice in the matter. I still am in some ways like when I have the blahs i just want to be alone or maybe in the same room with someone as long as it is quiet.... I know dosen't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm I think that I am going to stop there I think that I have reviled enough of myself to you maybe this will help those of you who do not know me to know what kind of a person I am? And maybe it won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113918143623071014?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113918143623071014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113918143623071014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113918143623071014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113918143623071014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I??'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113879815954507700</id><published>2006-02-01T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:50:24.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>splishin and a spashin</title><content type='html'>I just really haven't felt like blogging long stories I think that for a short period of time I will just do a few humorus post hope you enjoy because I loved this and just had to share it with you. &lt;a href="http://www.orapois.com/br/arquivos/09102003084653755g.swf"&gt;Splishin and a splashin&lt;/a&gt;. be sure to turn your volume up so that you can hear it. enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113879815954507700?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113879815954507700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113879815954507700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113879815954507700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113879815954507700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/02/splishin-and-spashin.html' title='splishin and a spashin'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113814711534925017</id><published>2006-01-24T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:58:35.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsense by google?</title><content type='html'>How many of you have this feature on your blog? do you like it? well I think that I am going to give it a try to see how it goes. I hope I am not making a mistake by doing this. Give me your feed back on the subject I would really like to know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113814711534925017?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113814711534925017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113814711534925017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113814711534925017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113814711534925017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/adsense-by-google.html' title='Adsense by google?'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113798859051953774</id><published>2006-01-22T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:05:30.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the thanks for this one is owed to Ka</title><content type='html'>Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.heroikamuljadi.com/blog/"&gt;Ka&lt;/a&gt; for this one! &lt;a href="http://www.southflorida.com/news/nyc-hunk-gallery,0,478254.photogallery?coll=sfe-main-lowerpromos"&gt;FDNY calendar&lt;/a&gt;if ever there was eye candy I am so sold on january woohoo...... how many of us know the  song  " fire" that is what I keep replaying in my mind.......lol.... oooooo Girl hook up hook up ....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113798859051953774?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113798859051953774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113798859051953774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113798859051953774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113798859051953774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-for-this-one-is-owed-to-ka.html' title='the thanks for this one is owed to Ka'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113771794517999950</id><published>2006-01-19T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:45:45.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip from the past</title><content type='html'>As I was reading someone else's post and I made my comment on there site it inspired me to write a post. They were talking of an old man and they see them everyday and how they wanted to say hi to this old person but didn't know if it would make a difference or not... And it took me back to when I was a kid and how I used to go to the nursing home that was across the street from where I lived growing up .......... I would go everyday for years.... I had so many adopted grand parents and I would visit with each and every one of them.....I think that I started going there when I was nine ........ We had an old railroad track that used to be infront of our house there was no train any more but in the ditches of the old railroad tracks grew the most beautiful assortment of flowers and I would pick them by the arm fulls as many as my little arms could carry and go across the street to the nursing home and I would give them out to all my adopted grandmothers then after that if they wanted I would fix their hair or put their make-up on them. And I would listen to them talk of days gone by of sitting on the veranda drinking there lemonade or tea . The dances they would go to or the debutante balls just what ever would come into their minds of pleasant memories of how days used to be when they were young girls my age............ When I visited the adopted grandfathers we would play cards or donminos or I would read to them one of them was a Baptist pasture and I would read the bible to him and after each passage he would explain what it meant or he would ask me if I already knew what it meant.. If I didn't that is when he would explain it all to me....... My favorite and most loved adopted grandparent was Wilbur I could listen to him talk about the war and the German u-boats all day long. He would help me with my American history homework and why not who better to help with the history then Wilbur. He was American history he was there through world war I and II so he saw his share of history. The thing that I didn't know about Wilbur and being so young I probably would not have really understood the danger of it anyway was that he was a bad diabetic.... During thanksgiving of 85 or 86 I lost my papaw my daddies father so we had to up to northern Arkansas for the funeral when I returned home I went to visit with Wilbur but Wilbur wasn't there. I searched the entire nursing home for him, but he was no where to be found I thought well his family must have come and got him for the holidays how nice of them to come and get him for a visit I knew that he was enjoying his self and that he would return home back to me and that things would be back to normal and I will come and visit with him again..... Several days past by and I thought to myself my this is a long visit I wonder if they took him home for good so I went to the nurses station and I ask about Wilbur because if they took him home then I wanted an address so that I could write to him or call him on the phone. And I learned that Wilbur was in little rock in a hospital he was in a diabetic coma. I remember thinking that it is a diabetic coma and that he will come out of it. And it will be alright I knew that a coma was a bad thing but people come out of them all of the time but poor Wilbur was very old and he never made out of the coma ... After that things just wasn't the same and I stopped going to the nursing home.... I wish now that I didn't but being a child I just couldn't understand I just lost my papaw and I never really knew him and then god took Wilbur away from me he was more of a real grandfather to me than my biological ones and I loved him so much and the pain that I felt at the time was just to great. I couldn't make myself go there anymore.....But I should have there was still so many I had lost some of the adopted ones before but at that time the death toll was just to much for me to handle......I realize now that those people touched my life in so many ways and I learned so much history from them..... I really do hope that the person who wrote the post about see this little old man and wanting to tell him hello will do so... You never truly know how you may touch someone's life and how they may touch yours..... You may make a difference to someone and they just might make a difference to you...... I really enjoy the elderly because you can learn so much from them if you take the time to know them........ I also remember when we first moved to Hamburg I was really young I turned five almost right after we moved into the house that I grew up in...... There was this little old lady that lived down the street and I would disappear to her house Mrs.Bussell she had a huge crab apple tree in her yard and I would pick them and eat'em she made crab apple preserves from the fruit off of the tree and man I just loved them.....I would get into so much trouble because I would just run off with out saying where or even asking could I go finally I think that my parents learned that when I couldn't be found you could find me at Mrs.Bussell's house....... She would make me hot coco and tea and she taught me how to cool in in the saucer so I wouldn't burn my mouth that is how the ladies of the old days would do it so they wouldn't burn their mouths and we would just talk so became my grandma without me knowing it....Years later they built some apartments for the elderly may 3/4 of a mile down the road from where we lived and Mrs.Bussell moved into them I visit every so often but it became fewer and fewer because she wasn't right down the road any more and I wasn't allowed to walk down the highway. And no one wanted to take time out of there busy schedules to take me to visit with her so I lost touch with her..... One day in 2002 my mom was helping her friend who was a florist deliver flowers for a funeral and mom asked me would I help her deliver and set the flowers up I told her sure she told me who's funeral it was...... yep Mrs.Bussell's The old lady who I just knew had past away atleast 20 yrs earlier had only just recently died. I was fine with it after all I hadn't seen her in over20 years and I already thought that she had died........ We went inside the funeral home to set the flower sprays up and I saw her she looked so peaceful and then her daughter came up to me and said ....." You always was mother's little buddy weren't you" I looked at my mom and I just lost it .. it hit me like a ton of bricks wham!!!&lt;br /&gt;bwaaaa!!! I didn't know I didn't know was all I could say I thought that she died along time ago had I known I could of seen her....... Her daughter explained that she wouldn't have known who I was she had alztimers but it didn't matter to me I still would of visited with her I could of on my own after being an adult I would of taken the time to go and she the woman who I silently and unknowly took on as a grandmother. She could of seen my son and maybe just maybe she would remember who I was but if she didn't it wouldn't of mattered to me as long as I could of gone to see her I would of helped take care of her... I would atleast tried...... But I have the memories of her and growing up and they are all nice memories and so are the ones of Wilbur even thought I miss them I have to smile when I think back to a time when I was younger and the life's of the elderly people in my life that I welcomed with open arms and took them on as family came into my life........ Heres to you Wilbur and Mrs.Bussell one day I will get to be reunited with you and we can continue on where we left off in this life Thanks for the memories!!! memories I have of grandparents I do still have only one grandparent left living and I tried to have some contact with her she is a bitter hateful old woman mad at my family and took it out on me when I called to talk to her the memory she left me with was the words she spoke when she told me what do I need you for I have an adopted granddaughter I don't need you!!!.....Ouch!!! That hurt you old battleaxe!!! I want to write to her that way I can't hear her voice on the phone but I want to let her know before something happens to her that I forgive her for the mean hurtful things that she said to me...But then again I don't think that it would matter to her anyway I am off to work the weekend be back on Sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113771794517999950?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113771794517999950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113771794517999950' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113771794517999950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113771794517999950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-from-past.html' title='Trip from the past'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113766391438846554</id><published>2006-01-19T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T03:45:14.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird things about me???</title><content type='html'>Ok I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.newlyweds1.blogspot.com/"&gt;the sweetest thing&lt;/a&gt; so now I am going to try to come up with 5 weird things about me....Which is going to be a hard thing to do because actually I don't think I do weird things...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;one thing that I noticed a long time ago that I thought was strange was that when I am sitting on the couch and I have my legs crossed if I am really into what I am watching on t.v I catch myself holding hands with my foot. You know like if you were to hold hands with someone your fingers would be intertwined well it is that way only with my hand and my toes.....Strange I know but I catch myself doing this all of the time and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I don't usually dip my French fries in anything but if I have the choice it would be tater sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; When I am alone I prefer to be in a room with all of the lights out..That way no one can see me through the windows. When I was younger and my parents were gone. I had a friend over and the front door of the house that we lived in at the time was half window and the other half wood and I could have swore I saw a teenage boy with long blonde hair staring in watching us. Until I screamed and looked back at my friend and of course she had to scream because I did and I told her what I saw . We both turned around within seconds to look at the door but he was gone..... That is where that comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Everything has its place and everything in its place has to be in its own category for example I can't stand to go out and eat and see the condiments on the table out of place. The sugar has to be with the sugar the sweet and low with the sweet and low and I can't relax until it is done. And when I go into our little home town movie store. If the movie are out of place I am constantly putting them together I can't stand to see someone pick up one of the movies decide that they don't want to see it put it back on the self covering up a movie that is different . I have to move it and put it back with the others... Example.... Say you pick up sleepless in Seattle and their is a stack of them you put it back on the self by itself not putting it with the other movies title sleepless in Seattle or you cover up the stack of movies called the notebook well I have to move it off of the stack of movies titled the notebook and put it back in its place where it belongs in the stack of movies titled sleepless in Seattle I know I have O.C.D but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; When I am eating I do not mix my food unless it is mashed potatoes and gravy then I will dip into it... But I have to eat everything separate from each other I know that it all ends up in the same place but I think it is more of a flavor thing then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you know 5 little quirks that I have now lets see who am I going to tag?????&lt;br /&gt;and the candidates are..........&lt;br /&gt;EXSENO&lt;br /&gt;All up in somebody's business&lt;br /&gt;fairygirl&lt;br /&gt;diamondkt&lt;br /&gt;Iluvnyc&lt;br /&gt;boxin champ.&lt;br /&gt;I know your all gonna kill me......hehehe good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113766391438846554?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113766391438846554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113766391438846554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113766391438846554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113766391438846554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-weird-things-about-me.html' title='5 weird things about me???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113765117579494552</id><published>2006-01-19T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:38:36.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting little quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033783153_esblueaura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues are some of the most loving, nurturing and&lt;br /&gt;supportive personalities. They live from their&lt;br /&gt;heart and emotions. Their purpose for being on&lt;br /&gt;the planet is to give love, to teach love and&lt;br /&gt;to learn that they are loved. Their priorities&lt;br /&gt;are love, relationships, and spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/azuremariposa/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20True%20Aura%20Colour?/"&gt;What Is Your True Aura Colour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was pretty cool go ahead take the quiz and see what you are.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113765117579494552?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113765117579494552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113765117579494552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113765117579494552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113765117579494552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-little-quiz.html' title='interesting little quiz.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-113762503745591034</id><published>2006-01-18T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:57:17.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;One Flaw In Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the Lord made woman,&lt;br /&gt;He was into his sixth day of working overtime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the Lord answered, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Have you seen my spec sheet on her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;br /&gt;have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable&lt;br /&gt;and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;br /&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;br /&gt;have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;- and she will do everything&lt;br /&gt;with only two hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Only two hands!? No way!&lt;br /&gt;And that's just on the standard model?&lt;br /&gt;That's too much work for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I won't,"&lt;/span&gt; the Lord protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick&lt;br /&gt;AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"She is soft,"&lt;/span&gt; the Lord agreed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"but I have also made her tough.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Will she be able to think?",&lt;/span&gt; asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Not only will she be able to think,&lt;br /&gt;she will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel then noticed something,&lt;br /&gt;and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"That's not a leak,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord corrected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"that's a tear!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"What's the tear for?"&lt;/span&gt; the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; "The tear is her way of expressing her joy,&lt;br /&gt;her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,&lt;br /&gt;her loneliness, her grief and her pride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You are a genius, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You thought of everything!&lt;br /&gt;Woman is truly amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And she is!&lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens,&lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness,&lt;br /&gt;love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about&lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member,&lt;br /&gt;yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you&lt;br /&gt;to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideals.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; This was emailed to me by a friend I thought that I would share it with 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/9930037-113762503745591034?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113762503745591034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113762503745591034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113762503745591034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113762503745591034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-for-girls.html' title='Just for the girls'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113687854701041513</id><published>2006-01-10T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:35:47.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>movie update..lol</title><content type='html'>Dark waters is the movie that we watched I told you guys that I would post to let you know how it was......wellll....... I liked it and I didn't like it I wish I could tell why but it would give it away you just have to see it for your self and you will understand.... it had my attention throught out the movie and that was a good thing........but..... and I will leave you with that to tell anymore would ruin it ....... I will tell you this it will suprise you and the ones out there who are scardy cats don't watch the movie it is not for you ... Not that it was scary for me. I just know how some of you are.....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113687854701041513?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113687854701041513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113687854701041513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113687854701041513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113687854701041513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-updatelol.html' title='movie update..lol'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113686854179071670</id><published>2006-01-09T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:49:01.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And The  Diagnosis Is</title><content type='html'>Had to go to the Doctor today there was just no other way around it. I wasn't getting better only worst atleast I didn't have the fever anymore. Just had the burning feeling in my lungs every time I coughed , the feeling of an obstruction in my lungs and throat, the sore throat , not to mention the entire upper body is sore from the coughing and to top it all off I am trying to lose my voice. Some of you might take that part as a gift....lol but this is just sucking more and more and the doc said it is ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Acute Bronchitis  and believe me there is absolutely nothing cute about this stuff. Got meds with the hopes that this will clear it up. Looked it up online to find out just exactly how you end up with this crap and it is supposed to be caused by a viral pneumonia ,flu or any of your usual viral respiratory infection...That is real nice I kept telling you people I thought I had walking pneumonia.... And also did you know that the symptoms of this crap can persist up to 3 mo... Not all cases will do that.....Holy cow just what I have to look forward too. Oh goodie why Don't someone just give me the bullet right now and get this over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well atleast some good has come of this now I really have to try harder to quit smoking some days are good and I can go hardly without smoking all day and some days are really hard and I smoke more.... If I don't my acute can turn into chronic which will ultimately lead to c.o.p.d when I am older I already have swelling in my calves ,ankles and feet ..So this will give me more of an initiative to try harder............Its not working so well trying to quit smoking is one of the hardest thing I think I have ever had to try to make myself do...infact I know it is because I have tried numerous times and failed in the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well movie time we are going to watch dark waters will give you an update tomorrow of how the movie is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113686854179071670?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113686854179071670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113686854179071670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113686854179071670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113686854179071670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-diagnosis-is.html' title='And The  Diagnosis Is'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113635062051371738</id><published>2006-01-03T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:17:09.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the best movies of 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think that this has got to be one of my favorite movies....... A tale of a love that last a lifetime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                   a blossoming summer romance that is never over even when they&lt;br /&gt;                                                    are forced to be apart by parents.......... only to find itself again&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/traciejo/thenotebook.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think that we all have a romance like this at some point and time in our lives...............I remember my first love or crush..........or what ever.......... Thanks to deborah I almost had my entire adolesent life grounded forever over that one........lol ........... but still even today that person will show up out of the blue.....just to say hi........nothing more.....the last time was this past summer....while I was getting ready to go meet jason uptown....He showed up out of the blue........Why I don't really know.... I didn't even recognize him. The boy that was so handsome had gone and in its place a man of hard work and worries settled in... If I looked into his eyes I could see the boy that I remember from years ago.... He still works for an oil rig company off the coast of new orleans......wonder how the storms have affected him.....I am sure that he is fine...if not someone from his family would have said something..........every once in a while I will bump into a family member of his and they will tell me how he is without me ever asking they will just offer it........wonder why that is??? not that I care it just watching this movie reminds me of this person and sometimes yes I wonder of the what if's...........but then I think that it is for the best that I never knew......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So now that I have taken yet another look into the days gone by how about you .......dosen't anyone out there have a notebook romance that they remember???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113635062051371738?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113635062051371738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113635062051371738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113635062051371738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113635062051371738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-best-movies-of-2005.html' title='one of the best movies of 2005'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113634783020878226</id><published>2006-01-03T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:42:46.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;You know that I really have to be depressed to have this song playing over and over in my head Why is it when you have relationship problems you think of the most depressing crap to make you even more depressed than what you already are....believe me there are more depressing ones out there this one is just for my own personel amusement.....lol some of you know what I mean. I know that this one takes me to a time where I felt safe and secure and had no worries. no promises to be broken everything upfront and honest no lies No searching for other avenues just what it was plain and simple. bitter sweet memories of a time long ago and almost forgotten except when I hear certain songs or maybe see a certain image or both it rekindles certain memories.... Both of them Bitter and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Janie Fricke - Tell Me A Lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Say I look familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Though I know that you don’t even know my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Say ya just got into town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Even though I’ve seen you here beforeJust hangin’ around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Umm, tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Say you’re not a married man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;‘Cause you don’t know I saw youSlip off your wedding band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Ooh, tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Say ya got no place to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;But you’ll be glad to drive me home‘Cause it’s on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;When you take me home (Tell me a lie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I don’t really want to spend the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Don’t worry about my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;You’ll be long gone tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And you won’t have to see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Just tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Come on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;tell me that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And I’ll pretend that it’s for realThe way you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Please, tell me a lieWhen you’re lying close beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And whisper when you hold meSweet words “I love you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Ooh, tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;When our night is almost over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And make it easy on us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;When it’s time for you to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Come on, tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Say you’d really like to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Just tell me one more lieThat you’ll be back one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;When you take me home (Tell me a lie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I don’t really want to spend the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Tell me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Don’t worry about my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;You’ll be long gone tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;And you won’t have to see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Just tell me a lie .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113634783020878226?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113634783020878226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113634783020878226' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113634783020878226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113634783020878226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/bitter-sweet_113634783020878226.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113634741777740253</id><published>2006-01-03T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:04:05.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is blogger on the blitz</title><content type='html'>am I the only that is haveing trouble posting an image???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113634741777740253?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113634741777740253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113634741777740253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113634741777740253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113634741777740253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-blogger-on-blitz.html' title='is blogger on the blitz'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113631432407718424</id><published>2006-01-03T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:52:04.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your new years resolution?</title><content type='html'>alot of people make a new years resolution... most of us make the same one year after year after year and always fail at them this year I only have one and that is to quit smoking so far I have really done well I hope that I can keep it up.  So what is yours and are you going to succeed or will you be making the same one next year???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113631432407718424?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113631432407718424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113631432407718424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113631432407718424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113631432407718424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-your-new-years-resolution.html' title='what is your new years resolution?'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113631155821269552</id><published>2006-01-03T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:05:58.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>history of the new year.       Happy New year</title><content type='html'>Since I Had to work over the week end and didn't get to enjoy the new year I thought that you might like to know how the new year came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A History of New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Celebrating the New Year dates back over four thousand years, but while the celebration is nothing new, the day of celebration has changed over the millennia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The Egyptians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Egyptians celebrated the New Year at the time the River Nile flooded (end of September). The flooding of the Nile was an important event because it allowed the Egyptians to grow crops in an otherwise arid climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Babylonians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Babylonian New Year began with the first New Moon after the Vernal Equinox (end of March). This made sense because spring was seen (and is still seen) as a time of rebirth. It was also the time to plant new crops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Romans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Romans continued to observe the New Year in March, but each new emperor had the desire to tamper with the calendar. This resulted in the calendar being out of synch with the sun. In an attempt to correct things, the Roman senate declared January first to be the start of the New Year, but emperors continued to tamper with the calendar. It wasn't until Julius Caesar (the month of July was named after him) established the Julian calendar in 46 BC that the calendar was finally back in synch with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of All BeginningsCaesar changed the New Year's Day to January 1 to honor Janus (who the month of January is named after). Janus was always depicted with two faces: one looking into the past and one looking into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Middle Ages and the Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all civilizations celebrated the New Year on January 1. Some areas, most notably Britain, still observed the New Year in March. One of the reasons they refused to recognize January 1 as New Year's Day was that many Puritans saw the Festival of Janus as a pagan celebration and wanted nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Catholic Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was also not thrilled that people were celebrating the New Year and condemned the festivities as pagan. While the Church remained opposed to the idea of "celebrating" the New Year, as Christianity became more widespread, the Church adopted its own religious observances on New Year's Day (Feast of Christ's Circumcision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;New Year's Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While celebrating the New Year on January 1 did spread, most of the Western world didn't recognize this date until about 400 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course people of certain religions or nationalities may celebrate the New Year on different days of the year. Read more on New Year's in the articles on &lt;a href="http://www.fridgedoor.info/winter-celebrations/new-years-traditions.php"&gt;New Year's traditions&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fridgedoor.info/winter-celebrations/new-years-resolutions.php"&gt;resolutions&lt;/a&gt;. To research other holiday topics, please use the morefocus search tool, or see the related topics listed to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just kind of thought that this was interesting. Hope that you enjoyed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113631155821269552?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113631155821269552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113631155821269552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113631155821269552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113631155821269552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2006/01/history-of-new-year-happy-new-year.html' title='history of the new year.       Happy New year'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113547492565000603</id><published>2005-12-24T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:42:05.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/Christmas%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/Christmas%20tree.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS IS A CHRISTMAS TREE.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is not a Hanukkah bush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; it is not an Allah plant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it is not a Holiday hedge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is a Christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Say it... CHRISTmas , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTmas , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; CHRISTmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; celebrating the Birth of Jesus Christ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Merry Christmas !!!!  What did you get for CHRISTMAS????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I got..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;1. Clothes...... which by the way I always love getting clothes because my wardrobe looks very scarce and the majority of the clothes I get to wear is my work uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;2. I got a super cool and very expensive CROSS Pen with my name engraved on it . Writes Like a dream and I am so very scared that I am going to loose.  I used it one time at work to show it off And no one was allowed to touch it!! { back off my pen!!}  Yes you guessed it I am very particular when it comes to my pens. And back in the case it went to keep it safe... Thank you Deborah and Shannon for the pen I love it.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;3. A Shelf for my nick-nacks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;4. A really cool oriental fan to hang on my wall with the yen-yang symbol and two huge dragons on it. that will go great with my bed spread because it has dragons and oriental writing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;5. a very nice foot warmer from my partner at work. she knows that my feet stay cold...  going to try it out tonight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;6. A purse from another co-worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;7.a funky hat and gloves to keep me warm this winter. it is so soft Kinda ugly but I love it has my favorite colors in it Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;8.A cinnomon candle, harry potter diary, and a nut cracker ornimate from another co-worker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;9. And saved the best for last !!! a 5 in 1 digital camera/camcordr/voice recorder/pc camera/ and forgot the other thing at the moment...lol can't wait to figure out how to use this little charm..  I will take a pic of the fan on my wall to show you guys what it looks like..... when I figure out how to use it ..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;What did you guys get I hope you got everything that you wanted I also hope that you have/had a great Christmas.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113547492565000603?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113547492565000603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113547492565000603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113547492565000603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113547492565000603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113541239898455098</id><published>2005-12-24T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:19:59.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/blinking%20deer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/blinking%20deer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.   Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl. We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS  AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113541239898455098?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113541239898455098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113541239898455098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113541239898455098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113541239898455098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-113471091160720946</id><published>2005-12-15T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:28:31.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Nurses Syndrome Strikes Again!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok so it has been a while since I have posted anything that is work related but here lately I have run across anything out of the ordinary, heartfelt or amusing until now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just when I think that one of the nursing homes in the area that I cover has gotten smart and got rid of the old lady nurse that was a total dumbass... They had to go and Hire another one that one upped the one before .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Dispatch to 209, Need you to respond to 555555 Idiot Nurses-R-Us retirement home for a possible signal 26 unresponsive.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me.... *209 10-4 on page 10-51*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Quick update 209 is my truck number 10-4 means that we understand. and 10-51 means that we are actually in the truck and on our way to the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me... *209 to dispatch show us 10-97*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch *&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10-4*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Cyndi and I enter the room we observe several nursing aids cleaning this poor elderly man that had an accident all over himself... Obviously couldn't be helped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Nurse finally shows up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;C* What is wrong with him tonight?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nurse* Well he had been impacted for a few days so we gave him an enema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;. And at 11 o'clock tonight he had a bowel movement. and he started shaking after that so I call Dr.HYDE and he said to give him ativan every three hours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;. And now he is unresponsive so we called ya'll to take him to the hospital. But he won't stop shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;{ I don't think that I spelled ativan right but it will work for right now...lol}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;C* So he has been having seizures since 11 tonight and it is 3 now is that what you are saying *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nurse * well he won't stop shaking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C* ok well he isn't having one now. Do you have the papers for us to take with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nurse* yes i do here they are.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the nurse hands the papers to cyndi and she walks off so as we are waiting for the aids to hurry up and clean this man so we can load him onto our stretcher cyndi is going through this mans past medical history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cyndi looks at me and whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*psst hey come here and look at this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I am reading through his past medical history I come a cross a very important part that would explain his shaking or seizures that the nurse thinks that he is having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plain as day PARKINSON DISEASE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;me.* Danm stupid bitch... ok when she opened her mouth and said  impacted and enema I new that this was  a bullshit call belive  me  give me an enema and see if I don't do the same thing that this little man has done..... Bless his heart he can't help but shake he has parkinson disease..... and I tell you another thing if you give me ativan every 3 hours I am definatly going to be unresponsive.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cyndi is laughing the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* I know I know my thought exactly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally the aids are throught cleaning him up and we take him to the hospital on the way to the hospital cyndi calls in her report. and they won't even let us unload the pt when we get there. he has to stay on our stretcher and not 15 min later we have to take him back . The nurse at the hospital called the one at the nursing home and told her I don't know why you got this man out there is nothing wrong with him and we are sending him back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it is like we all say Those who can do and those who can't work in a nursing home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113471091160720946?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113471091160720946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113471091160720946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113471091160720946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113471091160720946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-nurses-syndrome-strikes-again.html' title='Stupid Nurses Syndrome Strikes Again!!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113470567447395773</id><published>2005-12-15T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:01:14.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Billed Woodpecker????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/2005_12_13t164407_450x302_us_environment_woodpecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/2005_12_13t164407_450x302_us_environment_woodpecker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I don't know about the rest of ya'll here where I live but what is the big deal they thought that this bird was exstinct??? Didn't anyone tell  them that they are all over down here. You see them better in the spring. Pesty little creatures try to build there homes in your home!!! But they are still amazing to watch!!!  well I guess there fascination with some thing that they don't get to see is just something that we here take for granted because we do get to see it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113470567447395773?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113470567447395773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113470567447395773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113470567447395773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113470567447395773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/12/ivory-billed-woodpecker.html' title='Ivory Billed Woodpecker????'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113393280204742234</id><published>2005-12-06T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:20:02.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/_us_environment_ozone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/_us_environment_ozone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue Dec 6, 6:32 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - The recovery of the Antarctic ozone hole may be delayed until 2065 because reservoirs of ozone-destroying chemicals may be larger than anticipated, according to research presented on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozone in the upper atmosphere blocks harmful ultra-violet rays and scientists expect the ozone layer will heal itself in the absence of large chemical emissions.&lt;br /&gt;Researchers speaking at an American Geophysical Union meeting said reservoirs of the chemicals in developed countries may be larger than initially thought and their emissions may postpone a recovery of the ozone hole to 1980 levels.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists had expected a recovery to those levels by about 2050 following the 1987 Montreal Protocol that banned the production of the chemicals. However, the agreement did not bar the use of existing stockpiles and researchers believe they are emitting ozone-depleting substances.&lt;br /&gt;Researchers said they now expect a recovery may not occur until 2065.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sorry but deep down inside of me I think that this is bullshit I fell like we as scientist already have the means to fix the ozone layer... will we fix it before it is to late ...No we won't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We already know what chemicals it is that make up the ozone why can't we put that into the atmostphere? Why won't we atleast try to come up with something that can travel the exact height of the ozone layer and have it release the chemicals needed to repair it .... I don't think that my Idea is far feached I really feel like this can be done..... Yes if would take alot of funding but hell so does everything and this is for the good of all earth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113393280204742234?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113393280204742234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113393280204742234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113393280204742234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113393280204742234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/12/tue-dec-6-632-pm-et-san-francisco.html' title=''/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113272766393496323</id><published>2005-11-23T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:34:23.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A corpse plant???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/HUGE%20PLANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/HUGE%20PLANT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly 'Corpse Plant' Drawing Crowds&lt;br /&gt;By JACOB ADELMAN, Associated Press Writer Sun Nov 20,11:42 PM ET&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - Its scent has drawn comparisons to garbage and spoiled meat, but that isn't stopping crowds from flocking to see _and smell — an unusual plant in bloom at the U.S. Botanic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The titan arum plant, nicknamed "corpse plant" for its rank smell, is attracting thousands of visitors during the day or two it remains in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;"It's quite spectacular: the color and the form and the strong odor," said John Kress, chairman of the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History's botany department, which owns the plant. "I think that's what most people come to see. Or smell."&lt;br /&gt;The long, conical bloom of the titan arum is believed to be the largest flower that doesn't grow on a tree. It has been known to grow 12 feet high in its native habitat on the island of Sumatra.&lt;br /&gt;The specimen at the botanic garden, which began blooming early Sunday, is about 5 feet high.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's in bloom, the plant has also started emitting a smell that's drawn comparisons to garbage, spoiled meat, and rotting fish. But the plant's stench is actually the key to its survival: carrion beetles and other pollinators in its native Sumatra are attracted to the smell, Kress said.&lt;br /&gt;"These beetles usually lay their eggs in rotting animals, so this plant pretends to be a dead animal," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The smell also seems to be attracting visitors to the botanic garden. About 2,000 people had come to the garden to see the plant by Sunday afternoon, and at least 10,000 were expected by day's end.&lt;br /&gt;Visitors are also interested in the plant because they are few chances to see one, Kress said. There are only about a dozen of the plants in the United States, he said.&lt;br /&gt;A typical titan arum plant only blooms about once every five years. The one at the U.S. Botanic Garden is blooming for the first time at age 14.&lt;br /&gt;Garden visitor Charles Miehm said he came to see the plant because it seemed like a rare opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not as rancid as roadkill, but it's got a pretty potent smell," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;obviously who ever said you should take time to stop and smell the flowers never came across this plant...Nasty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gotta get one of those for my garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113272766393496323?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113272766393496323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113272766393496323' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113272766393496323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113272766393496323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/corpse-plant.html' title='A corpse plant???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113216804837267479</id><published>2005-11-16T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:07:28.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>would you spay a human for it's crimes???</title><content type='html'>By JUSTIN M. NORTON, Associated Press Writer Wed Nov 16, 1:09 AM ET&lt;br /&gt;SAN FRANCISCO - City supervisors passed new laws requiring spaying and neutering of pit bulls on Tuesday, five months after the fatal mauling of a 12-year-old boy by his family's pit bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the latest move in the contentious debate about how to regulate pit bulls after the death of Nicholas Faibish in June.&lt;br /&gt;"This will serve as a model for other cities in how to responsibly craft laws and policies that deal with dog aggression," said Supervisor Bevan Dufty, who wrote the laws. "We needed to do something."&lt;br /&gt;Dufty said that over the next two to three years, the rules will reduce the number of pit bulls in the hands of irresponsible owners.&lt;br /&gt;The ordinances also require city permits to breed pit bulls and prohibit owners of pit bulls or pit bull mixes from retrieving impounded dogs unless the animals are sterilized.&lt;br /&gt;Owners who refuse to spaying or neutering would face fines of up to $1,000. Breeders of show dogs recognized by a kennel club would be exempt. The ordinances are scheduled to go into effect Jan. 1.&lt;br /&gt;The rules were passed as a group of dog owners is collecting signatures in an effort to overturn a recently passed state law that allows cities and counties to enact "breed specific" ordinances.&lt;br /&gt;The group must collect more than 300,000 signatures to qualify for the ballot, by next November at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn Capp, the attorney leading the effort, called San Francisco's measure rushed and predicted a legal challenge.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a surprise — they had their minds made up way back when," said Capp, adding that bad legislation "has far outnumbered dog bites in the history of humanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now on that same note.... When a human being Kills another human being do we turn around and try to wipe out the one specific race that did the killing by spaying or nuetering ???? No we do not.... We put the person in jail and we feed and clothe them take medically care of them until the day they die . weather their death is from a nice ripe old age or by death penalty which takes forever so they might as well die from a ripe old age.........OH yes and lets not forget the ...lets study them to see what makes them different from the rest of us human beings like the charles manson, ted bundy, john wayn gasey, jeffery domer's ect.. serial killers  even though after years two of those were finally executed and one of them got a little poetic justice in the bathroom and killed by a shank.......before he could be studied . ahhh what a shame that the lame ass phycologist couldn't get their hands on that one.... Oh my.... let just try to keep the rest of them alive..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;        When a sick perverted bastard human being molest or rapes a child or an adult for that matter. Do we take the human being that has committed the crime and try to spay or neuter that human being ? Do we cut their genitalia and hands off and gauge their eyes out? What would be the purpose of this well if you gauge the eyes out they can't see to get aroused . if you cut their hands off then they definately can't grab the person that they have seen that cause the arousel and if you cut thier genitalia off then then  cannot become sexually driven , By what they have seen and tried to put there hands on to act out on there sick twisted sexual desire.... No we do not do any of the above to them either ..... Instead we slap the perv on the hands maybe they will get some jail time and lets don't for get if they move they have to register bullshit...and of course it is awwww they are sick lets get them some phycological help.........{phycologist are way over rated}..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So why do we want to Make it legal to spay or neuter an animal or try to wipe out a breed of animals just because there are a few bad seeds in the species??? If we do not do these things with our own species after all human beings are animals {mammals}  just a higher form of intelligence is the only thing that separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom.... Then what makes it right to do it to a lower class of species?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My opinion it is just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113216804837267479?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113216804837267479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113216804837267479' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113216804837267479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113216804837267479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/would-you-spay-human-for-its-crimes.html' title='would you spay a human for it&apos;s crimes???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113205479829747461</id><published>2005-11-15T05:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T05:41:11.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Male fish found to have eggs ....WOW</title><content type='html'>LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Researchers have found male fish with eggs in their testes and female sex traits off the coast of Southern California and believe that chemicals in sewage may be the cause, an author of two studies said on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;The two reports found the changes in fish such as English sole and California halibut, both of which are bottom dwellers, in water near where sewage is released, said Dan Schlenk, an environmental scientist at the University of California, Riverside.&lt;br /&gt;High levels of estrogen, both natural and man-made formulations used in birth control pills, are thought to cause such abnormalities in fish. Estrogen makes its way into sewage water and then the ocean through women's excretions.&lt;br /&gt;Compounds that act like estrogen, found in certain industrial chemicals, have also been blamed for such changes.&lt;br /&gt;But in this instance, Schlenk said higher levels of the egg protein were found in male fish in areas with lower levels of estrogen and estrogen-like chemicals in the sediment. The cause of the female characteristics, therefore, could be unknown chemicals in the sediment, he said.&lt;br /&gt;"We might have other players in this game," Schlenk said in an interview on Monday. "We would guess they are primarily coming from waste water."&lt;br /&gt;He said the sewage contained natural and man-made chemicals that was deposited in ocean sediment.&lt;br /&gt;One of the culprits could be DDT, Schlenk said, a pesticide banned in the United States in 1972 after it was shown to cause reproductive damage to birds. DDT is no longer used but can remain in the environment for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles County's sewage outfall, Schlenk said, "has probably one of the most contaminated DDT sites in North America, and these responses are fairly consistent with that kind of exposure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you see guys If your girlfriend slip you the pill you can end up  carring eggs in your testicles....lol just kidding you know I had to throw that in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113205479829747461?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113205479829747461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113205479829747461' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113205479829747461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113205479829747461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/male-fish-found-to-have-eggs-wow.html' title='Male fish found to have eggs ....WOW'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113202234831428638</id><published>2005-11-14T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:39:08.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I did it....</title><content type='html'>a certain sigh of relief and calm is now over me I think I finally did it now I  just got to go through everyones address and hope that I do not miss anyone If I do please do not be affended this is going to be a slow process for me. but an enjoyable on as I marvel at my wonderful progress and give a little self deserved pat on the back ....{yes I am gloating at my self *sheepish grin*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113202234831428638?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113202234831428638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113202234831428638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113202234831428638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113202234831428638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-i-did-it.html' title='I think I did it....'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113202182720053957</id><published>2005-11-14T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:30:27.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling hair out!!!</title><content type='html'>jesus christ how stinking hard can it be to get a blogrolling list started on you site....let me tell plenty hard..... Why can't I do this...... I  have figured out on my own alot of different things but this....... Ok step one I found the sign up page and got an account that was not hard at all....step two I choose my preferences I put in the links that I could remember the addresses to off the top of my head.... ok that wasn't so hard so why in the hell can I not find the link that I need to put it on my site what is it where is it and why am I haveing so much trouble with this thing I am to the point of throwing my hands up in the air and saying to hell with it !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113202182720053957?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113202182720053957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113202182720053957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113202182720053957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113202182720053957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/pulling-hair-out.html' title='pulling hair out!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113184109002469947</id><published>2005-11-12T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:18:10.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read this????</title><content type='html'>Olny srmat poelpe can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113184109002469947?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113184109002469947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113184109002469947' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113184109002469947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113184109002469947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-you-read-this.html' title='Can you read this????'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-113149667843688778</id><published>2005-11-08T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:37:58.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why why why</title><content type='html'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my FAVORITE......&lt;br /&gt;The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-113149667843688778?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/113149667843688778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=113149667843688778' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113149667843688778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/113149667843688778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-why-why.html' title='why why why'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112813601045248134</id><published>2005-09-30T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:06:50.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>911 needs 911!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am at work getting ready for shift change so that I can go home. Ordinary shift change day. Me and my partner are the next ones in line to take the next 911 call that comes in no big deal. our pagers go off 30 min before we get to go home......bummer but oh well this is our job and it is what we do...... We go get our little pt. and we are heading to the hospital .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going south bound. I put my turn signal on and slow down to make a right turn going west bound to the hospital. I notice a nice little bump at first and think to myself now I know I didn't turn on the curb I know I was far away from it what was that then the rest of it follows..... a loud crash and bang noise my partner yelling and screaming in the back&lt;br /&gt;"what the f*ck was that?"&lt;br /&gt;me " I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;Panick stricken because I feel like my ambulance is going to turn over. I have no control over us what the f*ck is going on here.  There was nothing in front of me I am being pushed. not in the direction that I want to go in either. omg someone has hit us from behind as I was turning.  Holy shit there is a tree oh shit a pole holy crap I think we are going to roll over oh no this is going to hurt like the dickens I just know it is......What seemed like 20 min was only seconds . Finally what ever is pushing us has stopped and I am able to gain control of the ambulance and come to a stop thank you Jesus.......&lt;br /&gt;A woman opens the passenger side door and yells&lt;br /&gt;"are you alright? I am so sorry I tried to stop but my brakes went out on my car are you alright? is there anyone in the back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes my partner and a pt were we carring to the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;My partner steadily screaming from the back. She just won't shut up&lt;br /&gt;"get another ambulance here."&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;"209 to dispatch"&lt;br /&gt;"dispatch go ahead 209"&lt;br /&gt;my partner still yelling in the background. " get another ambulance here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dispatch I need you to send an ambulance to the corner of washington and........."&lt;br /&gt;I had to pause for a moment to figure out which corner we were pushed to&lt;br /&gt;"west walnut st. also send pd we have just been hit from behind.''&lt;br /&gt;cyndi the whole time still yelling in the back ground " Tracie get another ambulance here!!"&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ I am thinking to myself if you would shut the f*ck up and notice that is what I am doing!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror into the back where cyndi and our pt is and I see cyndi holding her shoulder and rubbing it with a look of pain on her face....OMG my partner is hurt...&lt;br /&gt;The lady asked my again if I am all right&lt;br /&gt;yes I told her I am a little shaken up but I am alright. what do I do now I am 911 I don't call for 911 this has never happened before. Holy crap!!!  I slow my breathing down and jump out of the truck and run to the back I swing the doors open my voice is a little shakey and high pitched but other than that I am ok I ask cyndi if she is alright.&lt;br /&gt;she starts yelling at me "Calm down your scaring the pt."&lt;br /&gt;what me scaring the pt. ok first of all we have just been in a wreck and I am not the one yelling and screaming What the fuck is that. Second I am calm!!!&lt;br /&gt;cyndi yells "pick this shit up off of the floor"&lt;br /&gt;I look down to see the stuff we had behind the bench seat is all in the floor and some of the 4x4 was on the pt. I go to clean it up and I asked her again if she is alright.&lt;br /&gt;"get the f*ck out your scaring the pt."&lt;br /&gt;HUH????  I look at her&lt;br /&gt;"cyndi I am calm are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just get the f*ck out your scaring the pt go check on the other people.!!"&lt;br /&gt;What the f*ck ever I think to myself as I climb out of the ambulance  I go to the other side of the truck and see what it was that hit us ..... a blue cadilac and it has smoke boiling out from under the hood great just what I need I don't know if the car is on fire or not but I am not taking any chances the smoke has a funny smell to it and the fumes is burning the crap out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I go to the passenger side of the truck. the running board is tore to hell on that side but I manage to climb in the truck around it.&lt;br /&gt;"209 to dispatch send a fire truck out here to the car has smoke coming out from underneth the hood and I am not sure from what.  It may just be water hitting the motor making steam but that is not for me to say the car is up against my ambulance."&lt;br /&gt;"10-4     209 they are enroute also."&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for our co-workers to get to us. and our bosses  so after giving the report to the pd and writing out a statement for my company I get to go home my ambulance had 6500 Dollars worth of damage to it and I won't get to see it for another 2 weeks oh my baby my brand new baby has to have its whole side panel re done new panel new paint new pin stripping and decals and a new running board...... We had a good laugh the guys at work were saying they couldn't here me for cyndi yelling and screaming in the back ground......I told them that she kept telling my to calm down.. I thought that was funny because if anyone should be the one calming down it should be her....... I was a little stiff and she did get throwed across the ambulance face first she is a little bruised and sore but okay It could have been a whole lot worst the officer said that if she had hit us anywhere esle we would have gone over but she cought us on the tire...... I knew I was up on two wheels..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112813601045248134?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112813601045248134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112813601045248134' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112813601045248134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112813601045248134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/09/911-needs-911.html' title='911 needs 911!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112688438981155948</id><published>2005-09-16T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:26:29.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, the woman with no uterus is back</title><content type='html'>I know I know I have totally not been around for a few weeks but........Duty calls and I had to work......... I am finally off for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what yep you guessed it one of the crazies is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dispatch to 209*&lt;br /&gt;*209 go ahead dispatch*&lt;br /&gt;*need you enroute to 555 no uterus lane for signal 24* { possible labor/birth/miscarriage}&lt;br /&gt;*10-4 show us 10-51*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;* I am going to go in on such-such road and start at the very begining of the street since we are unsure of the location *&lt;br /&gt; My partner C.&lt;br /&gt;*o.k that will be fine*&lt;br /&gt;It is pitch black outside of course that is when all of the crazies like to come out and play at 2:30 in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;*Is this my road there is no street sign?*&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;*I think it is take it and will find out.*&lt;br /&gt;*ok. Find me some numarics so I know how far down we need to go.*&lt;br /&gt;*Keep going we have a ways to go before we get there.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going forever down this road I realize that we are getting closer to where  Killer hwy crosses through no uterus lane. I am thinking to myself Please god not this crazy hiefer again. we get closer and closer the address are coming closer to the one we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me *Shit C. I think it is......*&lt;br /&gt;C. Cuts me off in the middle of my sentance.&lt;br /&gt;*Fuck There it is stop here Fuck!!!! Fuck!!!.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point all I can do is laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;as usually here she comes walking out to the ambulance caring a hefty sack with something in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;*Hey hon , What's going on with you tonight?*&lt;br /&gt;no uterus woman&lt;br /&gt;*my waters broke last week and I am discharging.*&lt;br /&gt;*ok climb on in here and lets get you strapped in*&lt;br /&gt;lady climbs in and sits down on the bench seat and I strap her in I take her vitals&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;*What is going on with you tonight.?*&lt;br /&gt;*my waters broke.*&lt;br /&gt;*Ok where do you what to go?*&lt;br /&gt;* I wants to go to the  ST. Holier Than Thou Hospital cause the charity hospitals didn't do me right last time they didn't do's whats  I wants dem to do's.*&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;* Well I am going to tell you right now I have to call in to the hospital before we leave this parish and because you don't have a doctor there they are not going to accept you.*&lt;br /&gt;*well that is where I want to go because the others don't do's what I ask dem to*&lt;br /&gt;*Ok let me call in and see what they say*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. gets on the phone. she is give a report in to the ST. Holier Than Thou.  She steps out of the ambulance and is gone for quite awhile I feel the ambulance shake several time . This worries me because we are not in the best of neighborhoods. and she has been gone for a while. so I am peeking outside of the windows finally I see  C. and she is ok so I am left to humor the crazy lady in our unit.&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;*How far along did you say you were?*&lt;br /&gt;*9 mo*&lt;br /&gt;*oh ok , so are you haveing any contractions?*&lt;br /&gt;*ahuh sure am*&lt;br /&gt;*when are you having them? and how long are they lasting?*&lt;br /&gt;*I am having them now and I don't know how long I don't knows how to time them*&lt;br /&gt;*oh ok well I tell you what when that was is throught let me know when you are starting to have another one.*&lt;br /&gt;*ok that one is through and I am having another on right now.*&lt;br /&gt;*oh ok well let me know when it is through. Where exactly are you hurting at. point to the area that is hurting.*&lt;br /&gt;* oh well it hurts all over *&lt;br /&gt;* ok show me where.*&lt;br /&gt;* It hurts here.* pointing to her lower abdomin. * and here * pointing to her upper abd. * it hurts here* pointing to her chest area . * it hurts here * pointing to her shoulder.* ok its gone now the contraction is over with.*&lt;br /&gt;* ok. *&lt;br /&gt;* how long that been?*&lt;br /&gt;*4 min*&lt;br /&gt;*oh well here they go again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. opens the back door of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;* ok hun here is the deal ST. Holier Than Thou said that they will not take you which we knew this already and I called the other two hospital and they said that they both seen you and they both did a pregnancy test on you and they both said that you are not pregnant.! and that they would not see you for that . so what do you want to do.?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well I am hurting so what you gon do. ?*&lt;br /&gt;*take me to the charity hospital*&lt;br /&gt;I hope out of the truck and there is a man outside of the ambulance.  in his night robe.&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;* Who are you? are you her father*&lt;br /&gt;* yes I am and ya'll got to do something about this we can't be doing this every couple of days What is wrong with her ass now.!?*&lt;br /&gt;*Well sir she is claiming to be in labor and we have to take her to the charity hospital if you would like to come and bring her home she will need a way back because we can not come and get her*&lt;br /&gt;* She Ain't haveing no baby She can't haves any more children  Ya'll need to do somethin with her I can't do this anymore tell them doctors they need to keep her for a while. we can't be doing this all the time anymore just can't*&lt;br /&gt; * yes sir I understand but I can't tell the doctors to keep her it doesn't work that way maybe if you and your family was to call and take to the doctors yourselves and tell them the problems that you and your family have been haveing with her mental stability then maybe they can do something but I can't just tell them they need to comit her to the phyc ward  Sir I am sorry but I really do have to be going on my way to the hospital with her.*&lt;br /&gt;* well I will call *&lt;br /&gt;* good night sir again I am sorry *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we leave and get to the hospital and the nurses there just add to the psychotic bitches fantisies of being pregnant and in labor after we had her convienced that there is no possable way that she could be in labor because she dosen't have a uterus and can't carry a fetus. Good going Nurses at the charity hosplital this it why she keeps coming back to you and worring the piss out of her family and us. As you can tell I am really discusted about this call but hey what can one do. I got into this line of work to take and help all even the crazies........lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112688438981155948?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112688438981155948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112688438981155948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112688438981155948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112688438981155948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-woman-with-no-uterus-is-back.html' title='Ok, the woman with no uterus is back'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112544637575414276</id><published>2005-08-30T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:59:35.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is up with the spam?????!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why are people spamming our blogs and how in the hell do we stop them???? Am I the only one with this problem????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112544637575414276?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112544637575414276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112544637575414276' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112544637575414276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112544637575414276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/wtf-is-up-with-spam.html' title='WTF is up with the spam?????!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112455662389177364</id><published>2005-08-20T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:08:49.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is back in session!!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday was Dustin's first day back at school I had all but forgot.When I got in from work he wasn't there no-where then it hit me silly me ........shcool is back..........So I wait allllll day long for school to be out so I can get him I  run out of things to do to take up the time. Finally I can't take it no more....I go to the front of the school to the pick up line area. Surprised I am the first one there. usually in the past there is a white car that no matter how early I get there the car is always there before everyone. So surprise that I didn't see the car.I pulled right up where he could see me waiting on him.... I didn't even get to see what he picked out to wear on his first day of school............ I called J. To talk to me while I waited . Then you know he had to point out the fact that I am an hour early to pick Dustin up. we got off of the phone probably 25 min before time for dustin to get out. Melissa called so talked to her until the kids started coming out. Then I got off of the phone.................And waited , and waited, and waited..................... Firts teacher who are you here to pick up ........... huh!!! hello my child where is he..... waiting some more.....second teacher...... who are you waiting on .......so I  tell her ......ok well I know who he is I haven't seen him yet but I know the 8th grade is already out they should becoming through those doors................... waiting again .............third teacher  whoooooooo.............cut her off told her who she just walks off bye this point  I am getting ticked.................Where is my Kid I have waited all day long to get him home where is he..................... by the time the fourth teacher walks up to my window I look past her and coming across the agri buildings lawn is my dustbunny...........with a huge grin on his face...... carring a very large black case... I knew at that point what was in the case a snare drum. He decided to take band this year............ I took him to eat I knew he would be hungry And he has been hyper every since..................... OH my God the drums................make them stop there are in my head .......yep shcool is back!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112455662389177364?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112455662389177364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112455662389177364' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112455662389177364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112455662389177364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-is-back-in-session.html' title='School is back in session!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112426027699419500</id><published>2005-08-18T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:37:55.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine that you go out one night to a really nice bar with your friends and have a few cocktails .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%2015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%2015.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They taste good, so you have a few more and then the DJ puts on 'I Will Survive,' so you're off on the dance floor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%2014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%2014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After an hour or so, when 'Heart of Glass' has finished, and more modern music comes on ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%20music%20note.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%20music%20note.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you come back to the group for a rest and another cocktail or three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%2013.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%2013.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You notice a group of men standing nearby and one of them is looking at you. You look back at him and there is tangible chemistry between the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU buy him a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%2011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%2011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He likes a woman who is not afraid to buy a man a drink. He approaches you to chat and you get on really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the time seems perfect for both of you, he leans over and kisses you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%2010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%2010.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have never been kissed like this before, an electric kiss and a tingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%209.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%209.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shudders through your entire body and you don't want it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I don't usually do this sort of thing," you hear yourself saying, "but I've never felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you want to come back to my place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%208.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%208.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You wake up the next morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%207.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%207.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and you roll out of bed, half-asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to go to the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%206.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%206.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last night's memories slightly blurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%205.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%205.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You look at yourself in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%204.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make an "urgh" sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%203.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%203.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you're sitting there, vivid flashes of what would seem like a marathon sex session flicker back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;into your head and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%202.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you remember that you fell in love last night .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter%20%2014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/200/ShowLetter%20%2014.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you stand up and walk back to the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/girls%20night%20out1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/girls%20night%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now that's just wrong!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112426027699419500?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112426027699419500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112426027699419500' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112426027699419500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112426027699419500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112425019204986812</id><published>2005-08-16T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:43:58.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMO'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/hmos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/320/hmos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't that just suck!! OH wait HMO'S won't let that happen either unless it is being done to them.....lol see ya'll friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112425019204986812?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112425019204986812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112425019204986812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112425019204986812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112425019204986812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmos.html' title='HMO&apos;S'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112412800932831890</id><published>2005-08-15T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:34:59.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this was emailed to me from a good friend</title><content type='html'>I just had to share this with you guys it was hilarious. It was email to me from a friend his blogsite is  &lt;a href="http://relaxandbreathe.blogspot.com "&gt;http://relaxandbreathe.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;Thanks marc I got a huge laugh from this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Lizard and the Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lizard looks up and says to  the monkey, "Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey says, "Smoking  a joint; come up and join me, my cold-blooded&lt;br /&gt;friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lizard climbs up and sits next to the monkey and they smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a  while the lizard says his mouth is 'dry', and that he's going to&lt;br /&gt;get a drink from the river. At the riverbank, the lizard is so stoned that&lt;br /&gt;he leans too far over and falls in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile sees this and swims over to the stoned lizard, helping him to&lt;br /&gt;the side. He then asks the lizard, "What's the matter with you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lizard explains to the crocodile that he was sitting in the tree,&lt;br /&gt;smoking a joint with his new monkey friend. He then explained how his mouth&lt;br /&gt;got dry, and that he was so wasted that, when he went to get a drink from&lt;br /&gt;the river, he fell in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inquisitive crocodile says he has to check this out. He walks into the&lt;br /&gt;jungle and finds the tree where the monkey is sitting, finishing a joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up and says, "Hey, MONKEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey looks down and says, "SHIIIIIIIIT, DUDE.........How much water &lt;br /&gt;did you drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112412800932831890?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112412800932831890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112412800932831890' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112412800932831890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112412800932831890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-was-emailed-to-me-from-good.html' title='this was emailed to me from a good friend'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112370704436286377</id><published>2005-08-10T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:35:16.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That is it I know all of the crazy people are in Louisiana</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I run into wal-mart and take the chance that I will not get paged out to a call. We have been so very bust these past 2 days that I finally got some rest at 1:00 a.m this morning I am beat........Anyway I am hoping that I can pay my alltel bill in wal-mart before I get another page but no such luck!!!!! Here we go again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dispatch to 209, need you to 10-19 to 555 ufo lake road. For a signal 9'' {signal 9 = code =cardiac arrest no breathing no pulse.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well crap here I go tearing through the people running through the isle's at wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me please, Excuse Me OK people move!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;get to the truck in less that one min flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"209, 10-4 on page 10-51"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights and sirens blaring darting in and out of traffic hey there is another ambulance in front of us with there lights and sirens on they are turning in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;"206 to dispatch we are also going to be enroute to this address to assist 209 with the code"&lt;br /&gt;dispatch "10-4''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it is one of the bosses and and extra medic yeaaaaa we love help on a code the more hands helping the merrier!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c '' that is David in front of us with Ron''&lt;br /&gt;me "Good I am glad to have them going to help out, But David needs to move his butt. I wish I could pass him without out him getting mad at me.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"206 to 209 come on around us"&lt;br /&gt;Me "10-4''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.......... wish granted.......hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go down this road for miles I mean miles I didn't think we were every going to make it there as far out as the people are If it is infact a true code then by the time we get there it will be to late time wise to be able to do anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the houses have address posted on them and alot of them do not.......... we pass it by one house not knowing this because of the way the address are not marked on the houses.mailboxes or signs.... There is a group of people in a yard laughing and waving us down&lt;br /&gt;"209 to dispatch we are 10-97"&lt;br /&gt;"10-4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and c just look at each other as we pull up closer to the group of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me"Geeze what the heck is so funny about someone who has coded''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'' yeah no kidding"&lt;br /&gt;I finish parking as c jumps out the other truck pulls up almost right behind us.&lt;br /&gt;we all walk up at the same time to hear one of the neighbors telling C.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" that the lady next door in the red house is the one who called but there is no-one who is not breathing here . She saw my husband throught the window. She lives with her mom she is about 90 and she is crazy she sees things all of the time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT Why god? why do you keep giving C and me the crazy ones ?Why? Did I do something to piss you off I am sorry if I did Please forgive me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we get in the truck and I pull up along side the driveway c gets out and goes in the house the other truck pulls up behinds us and is laughing&lt;br /&gt;"do you think that your going to need us?''&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the house and I hear the old lady talking to c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did cpr and the ambulance came and took him away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me thinking what ambulance huh ? { remember I came in on the tail end of this.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok and them what did you do?" asked c&lt;br /&gt;"well I came in the house after that I got heat exhaustion see my ice packs on my feet, I got hot so I came in and got some ice water to drink''&lt;br /&gt;" ok Hun I'm going to step outside for just a min"&lt;br /&gt;"ok''&lt;br /&gt;c leaves me in the house with the woman and her sister/mom I am still not sure as to who the other woman is the old lady calls her sister and the neighbors say it is her mother well I think I will call her the sister because if she is the mom them I want to know where she found the fountain of youth at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sister talking to the old lady&lt;br /&gt;"well,where is the body at?"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you the ambulance came and took it away"&lt;br /&gt;"oh right well who was it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "ok ladies I am going to step outside with my partner I will be right back"&lt;br /&gt;old lady "ok but when you come back you may need something for her because she just thinks that I am crazy" pointing to the sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and left the room. As I walk out side I see one of the parish officers and c is heading for the ambulance. M looks at me as he is walking up&lt;br /&gt;"Come on back in here I will get you a refusal."&lt;br /&gt;c laughing at me "yeah tracie go back in there and get your refusal"&lt;br /&gt;"My refusal gee thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go back in obviously the lady knew the officer from the look on her face&lt;br /&gt;I really can't remember the first words that was spoke between the two of them I was just ready to go but I did remember M telling the lady&lt;br /&gt;"I arrested those aliens yesterday so they will not be coming back out here to bother you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"they were relatives"&lt;br /&gt;"oh so you want them to come back out there then?"&lt;br /&gt;"they were relatives"&lt;br /&gt;"here sign this paper so this nice lady can go back to work"&lt;br /&gt;"what is it"&lt;br /&gt;"it is just saying that you found the guy and you called the ambulance to come and get him"&lt;br /&gt;"oh ok, You know I did cpr on him and I used to be a nurse"&lt;br /&gt;me " oh really well that is great now if you will just sign right here I can go"&lt;br /&gt;"ok"&lt;br /&gt;finally after turning the paper every way possible she signed me and m walked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;M '' see you just gotta know how to talk to these kind of people"&lt;br /&gt;'' ahuh"&lt;br /&gt;he laughed and so did I and we left after I got back in the ambulance c was telling me what I missed in the house&lt;br /&gt;"the lady in the garden who wasn't breathing she said wasn't a lady but a man and he was a brother and then it turned out that the brother she was doing cpr on was a pile of leaves and did you see the ice packs on her feet?''&lt;br /&gt;"ahah no I didn't see anything on or around her feet''&lt;br /&gt;"exactly but to her she saw Ice packs "&lt;br /&gt;"great this is just lovely why do we have to get these calls????. How am I going to fill out this refusal???"&lt;br /&gt;"well I don't know because she was not the patient in question she was the caller for a patient that didn't exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get back to the station and I go up to the bosses office who was on the call with us.&lt;br /&gt;"David , how am I supposed to write this out??? I need help I don't know what to do with this she wasn't the pt in question there was no pt. I can't fill this out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him the other medic and the other medic's wife were all in the office and they were laughing&lt;br /&gt;"this is but it is not funny I really don't know what to do?''&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you got a refusal. But you really can't fill it out just have the dispatcher change it from refusal to no pt contact."&lt;br /&gt;"thank-you" and leave his office laughing and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geeze so far this one takes the cake for crazy I am sure that there are going to be worst ones How do I know this because just when I think we can't get any more of the crazy calls they just absolutely can't get any worse something else comes along for me and my partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112370704436286377?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112370704436286377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112370704436286377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112370704436286377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112370704436286377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-is-it-i-know-all-of-crazy-people.html' title='That is it I know all of the crazy people are in Louisiana'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112334909825163229</id><published>2005-08-06T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:29:22.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!  THAT HURT WHAT IS IT????</title><content type='html'>OMG I took Dustin up to the car wash with me so he could help me clean up my car as we were doing the fininshing touches vacuming out the carpet........ I Felt this god awful sting on the side of my stomach. I really didn't think to much of it other than it is dark and the mosquitoes are out and that one really did hurt more than usual ....... I continued on cleaning car and it just keep getting worse and worse. I made a comment to Dustin did a little dances and I am really trying very hard to finish the carpets that is all we have left. I can't I can't Dustin Looks at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mom are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"NNNNOOOO it hurts we got to go. Come on F*ck this I want my momma this hurts"&lt;br /&gt;Dustin laughing at me "well mom what is wrong with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had looked down and seen the honey bee on the ground and I knew I had been stung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beee it got me !! I know It did "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him throw the floor mats in the car and he looked on my stomach and he said "yep the stinger is still in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ugh get it out!!!! Dustin if you see it get it out it is still putting the poison in my system get it out!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No-way am I touching that"&lt;br /&gt;"good grief Dustin Lane I am gonna beat your tail I swear I am!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after fighting with my all loving child home was just right now the road which meant....MOMMY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes folks I hauld ass to mom I love my mommy!!!! mommy will get the stinger out.&lt;br /&gt;I got home no stinger shirt had to rub it out Now at that point If you ever wonder if you are allergic to bee stings well the perfect oppertunity came up and guess what????&lt;br /&gt;I AM I started Itching all over my stomach and immediatly began to vomit OH NO!!!! this is not good I called DEB to see who was the medic of all the times shannon had to be out of town OH god panic is setting in shannon is not there!!!!!!! One of the handful of medic I will let do anything to me in an emergency situation and he is gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But wait clint is there yes clint knows his stuff I am saved!!!! I talk to clint on the phone "I can't tell you what to do but You might want to let me look at it and give you a benadryl shot!"&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way !!! we pull up in the drive way I didn't know that mom and dustin had got out of the car and left me I couldn't get out I opened the door and swung my legs out the car leaned over and a vomiting fit began oh no........... This is bad I can't stop vomiting and it is hard vomiting between breaths I am curseing son of a bitch, vomit again ,Mother fucker I hear laughing I take a look up cause I just thought that the laughing was coming from afar no it wasn't I look up to see four people staring and laughing at me I jumped back startled Dustin looking at me with that ewww mom look while mom Kandi and Clint laughing at my puking ass.......Clint still laughing at me as he come towards me with the syringe......&lt;br /&gt;"Tracie, Your going to feel a little stick" still laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh god just what I need another stic" BLLLLLLlaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry Clint I don't mean to do this but i just can't help it"&lt;br /&gt;"it is ok I have had worse on me"&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't get any on him but I sure thought I did {thank-you god}&lt;br /&gt;about 10 min later I was feeling very wwwooossey I had to go home and get in bed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know that I am allergic to bees I hope I don't get stung again If your are allergic to something this first reaction might not be that bad but everytime you have a reaction to the same thing the reaction gets worse and worse so keep that in mind all of you who have allergies It is nothing to play with and it can kill you!!!!!! THANK-YOU Clint and Kandi for helping me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112334909825163229?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112334909825163229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112334909825163229' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112334909825163229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112334909825163229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooooooooooouuuuuucccchhhhh-that-hurt.html' title='OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!  THAT HURT WHAT IS IT????'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112302827689497094</id><published>2005-08-02T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:17:56.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank-you Deborah</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Deborah,all the kids and I went shopping for new school clothes well before we leave the house Deb and the kids pull up and get out of the vehicle with alot of bags.. I was just thinking that they went shopping and was going to show me the cool stuff they got. Boy was I wrong...... Deborah had bought all of Dustin's school supplies everything!!!! OMG Thank-you so much you really didn't have to do that.... But wait!!! We go to Monroe Louisiana to the famous around here because well look at where we live {does that sum it up for you.....LOL} Pecanland mall. We go into one of the awesome young kids clothing store and Dustin to my surprise agreed to get the pink shirt *hitting the floor* OMG how wonderful I had been begging him to get one . I told him that is was the "in-thing" now and that the football players were even wearing them....His response to this prior to getting the shirt was...."Mom it is a preppie kid thing they wear them" ................ OH HOLY CRAP here it is some almost 16 yrs of me being out of school and it is the preppie kid pressure!!! Get over it I tell him You can be a preppie kid to if you wanted to be..............Anyway long story short we get the clothes at the AEROPOSTALE store and then on towards Old Navy before we leave we go into a hair saloon and Deborah gets Dustin hair styled for the new school year!!! LOOKS GREAT!!!........ Then on to Old Navy we pick out clothes for him to try on and we go and check out and Deborah buys his cloths. Then we go eat at applebees WOW!!!!!!! Thank-you Thank-you Thank-you Thank-you so much I just Thank-you am speechless Thank-you Thank-you I don't know what else to say Thank-You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112302827689497094?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112302827689497094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112302827689497094' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112302827689497094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112302827689497094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you-deborah.html' title='Thank-you Deborah'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112291140363254342</id><published>2005-08-01T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:57:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one way to get the tax peoples attention</title><content type='html'>Now thats what I am talking about........ don't let'em get away with it put the fear of god in them I am sick of taxes and sick of when they make the mistake it is you who &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20050729/od_nm/serbiamontenegro_taxes_dc;_ylt=At1CETHFJTBYzcSQBxzSBlsSH9EA;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;pays and pays and &lt;/a&gt;pays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112291140363254342?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112291140363254342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112291140363254342' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112291140363254342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112291140363254342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-way-to-get-tax-peoples-attention.html' title='one way to get the tax peoples attention'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112291090919730427</id><published>2005-08-01T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:41:49.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great news for stem cell research!!!</title><content type='html'>Unless our really stupid, asinine ,ignorant, I.Q lower than an orangatang !!! President veto's &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=585&amp;amp;e=2&amp;amp;u=/nm/20050731/sc_nm/health_stemcells_dc"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and more than likely his stipuid backwood bible belt wearing self will. How do you make an Idiot understand that this kind of research is in the best interest of the human race???? Does he not realize that stem cells hold the keys for so much Discoveries and cures for dieseases and birth defects? He is an Idiot and the anti-christ!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112291090919730427?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112291090919730427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112291090919730427' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112291090919730427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112291090919730427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-news-for-stem-cell-research.html' title='Great news for stem cell research!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112261121474211791</id><published>2005-07-28T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:26:54.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working for the weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>I will be leaving in the morning and going back to work until  monday morning  Every body have a safe weekend and stay out of trouble will see you guys monday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112261121474211791?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112261121474211791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112261121474211791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112261121474211791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112261121474211791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/working-for-weekend.html' title='working for the weekend!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112261019543373538</id><published>2005-07-28T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:12:08.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg funny</title><content type='html'>J told me about this one and it was halarious the way he did it and then he was talking about it being on a website and he couldn't remember but he thought that it was &lt;a href="http://load.pquinn.com/binaries/fries/"&gt;BK Holiday&lt;/a&gt; I hope that this works and you get to laugh as hard as I did Thank J for this one!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112261019543373538?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112261019543373538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112261019543373538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112261019543373538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112261019543373538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-funny.html' title='Omg funny'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112256655212588702</id><published>2005-07-28T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:05:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is funny!!!</title><content type='html'>you have got to check &lt;a href="http://www.immortal3d.com/Animations/Ray_11.9meg.mpg"&gt;this out &lt;/a&gt;I laughed so hard!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112256655212588702?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112256655212588702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112256655212588702' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112256655212588702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112256655212588702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-funny.html' title='This is funny!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112256610508979435</id><published>2005-07-28T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:55:05.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yea there is hope!!!</title><content type='html'>after doing research on bipolar type II disorder I came across a theropy that gives hope that I might not have to take meds the rest of my life. YYYYESSSSSS!!!!!!! Just what I wished for. But the studies where shown in another country.But looking at the&lt;a href="http://www.psycheducation.org/depression/darkrx.htm"&gt; test &lt;/a&gt;. it is amazing looking at the difference I just wish I was able to do this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112256610508979435?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112256610508979435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112256610508979435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112256610508979435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112256610508979435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/yea-there-is-hope.html' title='yea there is hope!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-112216600481701810</id><published>2005-07-23T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:46:44.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So you wanna talk cars big boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this car It reminds me of John milner in the movie American graffiti which is based on true life story Aw the days of complete innocence and wild exploreation !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/28_Ford_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/28_Ford_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a 1934 Three Window Coupe sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/1934%20ford%20Three%20Window%20Coupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/1934%20ford%20Three%20Window%20Coupe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have the 1971 Mach I mustang fastback of course I love them it is the year I was born hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/1971%20moch%201%20mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/1971%20moch%201%20mustang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1972 Mach I mustang fastback I always love the fastbacks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/1972%20Mach%201%20mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/1972%20Mach%201%20mustang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite car has alway been the Lamborgini and The Dioblo Lam is the hottest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/DIABLO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/DIABLO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the best for last!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/67%20camero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/67%20camero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my ultimate dream car I love the 1967 camero's the 67 is the first year made it can be identified by the triangle window only year model that has it.!!! One day I will have one to play in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112216600481701810?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112216600481701810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112216600481701810' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112216600481701810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112216600481701810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-you-wanna-talk-cars-big-boy.html' title='So you wanna talk cars big boy!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112204114816088571</id><published>2005-07-22T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:05:48.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in ems profession saved my arse!!</title><content type='html'>O.k I am back home from work for the weekend........woowhoooooo But on my home I was doing my usual speeding and there in the on coming traffic what did I spy with my little eye sereal yards away?????............. Louisianna State Trooper.................Holy crap!!!! I am so busted I slowed way down fast.  Like he wouldn't notice that the front in of my Grand Prix was taking a nose dive from the sudden loss of velocity.........lol . He turned his blues on and got me.......crap.... atleast I always have my seat belt on. I pull over on the side of the road that has no shoulder on it . He steps out of his unit and walks up my window .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"85 what the big hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No excuse for it . I was just really ready to get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let pull up to the side road and get off of the highway"  taking my driver's license with him and we both pull up to get out of the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Tracie, I really don't like to give ambulance people a ticket so slow it down and please don't go 85."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes ,sir thank-you sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few that was a close one. So I slowed it down and got past the state line into arkansas and homeward bound I am . I just can't help myself. You know the song by Sammy Hagar ' I can't drive 55' .......well that is me. And one day it will bite me in the butt .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112204114816088571?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112204114816088571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112204114816088571' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112204114816088571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112204114816088571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-in-ems-profession-saved-my-arse.html' title='Being in ems profession saved my arse!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112180898922198777</id><published>2005-07-19T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:38:08.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I took the beating and this is what my partner thinks.....lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what my partner Cyndi sent me after our shift was over and I took the majority of the ass beating on our call from hell Saturday night......You just have to know my partner I am so glad that I ended up with her she turned out to be great!!! I have worked at some other companies and got some really bad nasty partners with no personality before. But now I am so happy with my partner we have been together now for almost 9mo I hope that I don't get change to another medic they will catch hell at the company if they do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1472/745/400/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Is Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me And You Is Friends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Smile, I Smile ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Hurt, I Hurt ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Cry, I Cry ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Jump Off A Bridge ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gonna Miss Your Email &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112180898922198777?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112180898922198777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112180898922198777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112180898922198777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112180898922198777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-took-beating-and-this-is-what-my.html' title='I took the beating and this is what my partner thinks.....lol'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112170213783529828</id><published>2005-07-18T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:55:37.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOU AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG "</title><content type='html'>Well here I am home again from working yet another long weekend. And boy what a weekend it was we ran70 + calls and most of them I think came from friday. But Saturday was the kicker of them all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dispatch to 209 need you to 10-19 to 666 hell st. for a signal12 * {signal 12 = seizure}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10-4 on page we are 10-51*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get on scene woman lying in floor very petite just out of it. you could tell that she was posticular and had a foamy substance under her lip.  C is trying to ask her question to see just how aware she maybe and it is clear to the both of us the she is awake but that is about it right now so okay when need to rule out a few things.... The lady is a neighbor and no-one in the house can tell a thing about her as far as past medical history goes. Infact we are left completly alone in the room with the lady and from what I can tell there are quite a few people there. This to me is very strange I don't know what is going on but I would just really like to get the pt and get out of the house {never know when you are going to walk into a crack house of not and the people I did see you could tell was messed up on something} ..........Anyway C tries to do a finger stick on the woman to see if her sugar level is okay......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C * ok hon I am going to do a sugar check on you now and you are going to feel a small prick.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady cames alittle alive * auhnt auh auhnt auh*  And starts to wrestle with her other arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C * Hon , I gotta do this, It will be real quick* As she pricks her finger and we get a sugar reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get her loaded on to the stretcher and you can tell that this woman is out of it. And to me It was just not right ..........not a normal  feeling of a normal everyday posticular state when a person comes out of a seizure.  Very odd.  She has this real goofy looking smile on her face and then lets out this crazy shrieking laugh almost like the disney charctor goofy only high pitched and carried out alittle longer.... She looks at me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*girl what did you do* smiling the big goofy smile and them lets out the banshe goofy laugh from hell.&lt;br /&gt;*I don't know girl . What did you do?* looking hesatantly at the woman on the stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;me.*Can you tell me your name sweety?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets out another shrieking laugh. chill runs down my spine. This is not right I am thinking to myself we are going to have alittle trouble with this one.&lt;br /&gt;Get the lady loaded into the back of the ambulance And I am getting everthing ready for c to start and I.V. and I told C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hold on before you stick her let me get all of this ready for you to grab, Because after the finger stick and the way she is acting I think we are going to have alittle trouble when you go to stick her with the I.V.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok you ready yet?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yep go*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough when c told the lady we had to start the I.V. and that she was going to feel a big stick this time and when she went to give the I.V. The lady turned into a hell cat.&lt;br /&gt;She came up with her right arm pullling at her left arm to try to stop c from getting the i.v. in so I grabed her right arm well , she wiggled so badly that her legs came out of the straps so now I am fighting trying to keep her legs out of the way she gets her knee up and almost hits me in the face with it so I have to try and grab her knee with my body and then she wiggles her arm loose and I see it balled up in a fist and I get tagged up side the head before I can get her arm again she has grabed hold of my chest and is pinching the hell out of me and then I see teeth coming at me . I am thinking at this point shit cyndi what the hell are you doing help me well during these split seconds because all of this is going on fast the woman was very agile....... C was trying to get the I.V. needle out of the way so none of us would get stabbed by it And thank God she did it at the time that she did because I would have been bitten badly. C grabbed her head off of my shoulder . We hear the owner and the mechanic of the comapany who is also a firt responder and the owner is a basic get in an other ambulance to come and see what we had because all of the other trucks we out of town . C leaves me fighting with the woman to get on her hand held and tell them to hurry it up asap we need help but they never hear us luckily they show up and we are still wrestling with this woman we can see them getting out of the ambulance and start for the house because they can not see us in the ambulance finally they hear us screaming at them to get in here now...... Mr.Ted peeks through the window and sees us he opens up the door&lt;br /&gt;C * Get your f***ing A** in her now I need you at the head.*&lt;br /&gt;he moves out of the way to climb into the side door and Kenny is just standing there I look at him&lt;br /&gt;*GET IN HERE NOW*  I screamed at him still holding the womans kicking legs down with half of my body trying to hold arms down and one of my knees buried in her chest  and the lady is still out of her head kicking our asses.............We finally get her to the hospital  That is not all of the fight story there is plenty more But by the time it was over I ended up with a busted lip on the inside of my mouth scratches and bruise under my jaw scratches running down my arms , scratches all over my chest and bite marks that have now faded thank god in my shoulder but I hurt and no one else got all of this but me I now know what the basic is for we get our assed whooped while the medics try to treat the pt or get out of the way.........lol  But it just goes to show that tiny people can hurt you worst sometimes that a big person exspeceally a deranged woman that wieghts no more than 120 soaking wet................. I have heard of people being violent when they come out of a seizure before but this was the first that I have seen and experienced and then we find out that the woman suffers from schezophrenia  That is good to know and that all you have to do is ask her does she know any songs and she will sing you ain't notin but a hound dog and be so occupied by this that she will not bother you. WELL ISN'T THAT JUST A GREAT THING TO KNOW AFTER THE FACT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112170213783529828?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112170213783529828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112170213783529828' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112170213783529828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112170213783529828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-aint-nothing-but-hound-dog.html' title='&quot;YOU AIN&apos;T NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG &quot;'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112102190043886188</id><published>2005-07-10T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:02:46.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH*</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a semi-rainy thunderstorm day for us. So we all stayed inside. I can't remember what exactly I was doing at the time either posting on my blog or playing neopets. But My wonderful Son Futureworldleader or fwl for short comes running down the hall into the living room yelling&lt;br /&gt;"aw mom it is so cool come on you gotta check it out. !!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All excited with enthusiasim So with couriousity at his actions me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;" you just gotta come look out my bed room window hurry before it goes away you gotta see this.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he runs down the hall as I get up from my chair to follow him . I see him leap onto his bed and staring out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see mom look isn't it awsome!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down beside him and peer out the window expecting to see something just wonderful and what do my wondering eyes gaze upon????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A SNAKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I grab my face OMG!!!!!!! I run out of the room . Mommy ....mommmmmmm omg she was just outside mowing the yard before the storm came I run into the bathroom where mom is taking a bath. She looks at me all crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't go back outside not around the old pool we were trying to get all of the water out of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" what the hell get out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No SNAKE !!!!!!!!! snake!!!!!!! outside watched it from Dustin's window gross slithering across the yard atleast a good 6ft long don't go back out there around that stuff ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally left the bathroom and left mommy alone. But I really didn't want to I think if she would have let me I would have been in the tube with her......lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AW the wonderment and fascination of youthful boys thinking that he could share the amazement of the snake slithering around the ground outside his bedroom window with his mommy............Not!!! If it had been a huge butterfly maybe oh yeah summer is here and the creepy slithery crawly things are lurking about!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112102190043886188?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112102190043886188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112102190043886188' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112102190043886188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112102190043886188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/aaahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='*AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH*'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112093698303930919</id><published>2005-07-09T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:27:23.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!!! no-one noticed *frown*</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have speakers??????? Turn the volume up. How do you like the new feature??? you can do it to!!!!! you have to scroll down to be able to enable the sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112093698303930919?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112093698303930919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112093698303930919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112093698303930919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112093698303930919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-no-one-noticed-frown.html' title='hey!!! no-one noticed *frown*'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112087859135227057</id><published>2005-07-08T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:09:51.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home</title><content type='html'>Yeah finally a long weekend home.  woohoo!!!! I guess I really just had to get my point across to a person who will more than likely be courious and come and visit my site because of a comment I made that was directed purely for his comment.........He basically treated another grown-up like he was a child. He came across as being arrogant , pompass , demanding and trying to act like this persons authority figure. I found it to be completly uncalled for in the way he tried to control this person correction IN the way he is trying to be controlling of this person. And don't try to tell me that I don't know what I am talking about or that I have no right to feel this way. For months now I have been visiting this persons blog and have enjoyed it very much and for months now I have watched without saying a word at the comment section on this persons blog and there is always this one particular person who is always cutting him down and trying to control this persons life and everything that he does and finally I just can't take it anymore. I have enough respect for the person who's blog I dearly enjoy reading. Not to post any of this to the person that I am trying to get my point across too, on his blogspot so I am however going to give you a piece of my mind on my blogspot. Because I definatly know the type of person that you are and I know that because of my small comment to you that you will be courious enough to come and visit my site and you are most definatley welcome to do that anytime you want to. But I will be damned if you try to tell me how and what I should post and say and do. And if you think I give a fuck well my give a fuck is busted!!!! not my give a damn!!!!.....Now for those of you who are my regular readeres and dear friends. I am sorry to you for the post and the language that I have used , But all of you who know me personally knows that it takes an awful lot to get me to the point that I am speaking out like this so yes this person really has ticked me off to the point that I am not going to take it anymore. If you want to know who the site is that I visit email me and I will tell you where to go and you can see for your self it you watch this site and keep up with it just exactly who it is that I am talking about it will not take a genious to figure it out...... And as Forrest Gump would say "Thats all I have to say about that.''   Oh one more thing I am off till monday so you can expect to hear from me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112087859135227057?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112087859135227057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112087859135227057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112087859135227057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112087859135227057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-home.html' title='I am home'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-112054187437436907</id><published>2005-07-05T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:49:13.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE CANDY</title><content type='html'>Well I know that there is no skin showing on them but I thought that I would give you some Eye candy, Since everyone else is doing it......... In my opinion these are the two sexiest men alive. I just can't decide between the two which one I would prefer best  Matthew or Vin but I do know what song comes to mind when I look at them you know the one.......[ Nelly]  It's getting hot in here..........lol ges talk about heart skipping a beat I would drop dead from a heart attack if one of them were to stand right beside me.......Or else I would have to be the dumbass dork who just stood there looking at them and grining with drool hitting the floor and the only thing that would come out of my mouth would me ......hehehehe and blushing the whole time...... actually no I wouldn't. I would run away and it would be the only time that I would be thinking god why didn't you atleast make me desirable to snag him!!!!!!!!!! It is not fair!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/traciejo/VanityMcCon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187/traciejo/vinonbike2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-112054187437436907?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/112054187437436907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=112054187437436907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112054187437436907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/112054187437436907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/07/eye-candy.html' title='EYE CANDY'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111977161367154966</id><published>2005-06-26T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T02:40:13.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>911 can you help me please I am a phsyco b**ch from hell and need a mental institution.</title><content type='html'>I am really not sure of just how many more nut cases I can take before I go off on somebody for 911 abuse!!!!! We get paged out to a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dispatch 209 need you to go to 555 phsyco drive for abd pain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*209 10-4 on page 10-51*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull up just off of the drive way pitch black outside middle of the night. The lady is walking to the ambulance and climbs in the back before we can really get out of it. Now this is our first indication that this is your typical bullshit call. Because if you really do have abd pain ( abdominal pain ) of any kind your not going to walk out of your house with your front yard being atleast 50 yards from the road and climb in the ambulance. And your not going to plop yourself down of the bench seat. The lady puts her purse beside her and starts to dig around in it and she pulls something out of it that is pink and blue and looks like a walk-man type thing and said&lt;br /&gt;*you can get these at wal-mart it a fetal heart tone monitor. wanna hear my baby??? I can hear it with this.*&lt;br /&gt;and tries to hand it to C.............. I look at C ........... C looks at me .............I am trying at that point to be professional and not laugh at the woman who looks 70 but turns out to be much younger. I reach out for the bp cuff and steth and tell C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I will get all of the vital you get all of the information for her* as I am taking a blood pressure I here C asking the lady a series of questions trying to get some kind of Idea of why she needed us normal procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok hon tell me what is going on with you tonight why do you need an ambulance?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady *well I started spotting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ok how old are you hon?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*47*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when was your last period?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*January 12*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Is there a possibility that you are going through menopause?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yes ma'am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, Why do you think that you are pregnant? Are you sexually active?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh yes I am , wanna here my baby I can hear it with these . and I started spotting so I thought I needed to go to the e.r.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok hon I don't need those they wont work in a loud ambulance. Have you had any recent surgeries or any in the past?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* oh yes ma'am *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* what were they??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had my uterus taken out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then at that point I finished up with the vitals trying really really hard to be a good professional emt and not lose it. Gave the vitals to C ran out of the back looked at C and told her I am going to the hospital. I had to stop listening after that....Thank- God for small wonders and the woman is not able to pro-create....... We already have enough stupid/ mentally challenge people in the world we do not need them to be breeding..... Why do we have to get all of the phsyco calls Why Why it is not fair...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111977161367154966?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111977161367154966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111977161367154966' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111977161367154966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111977161367154966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/06/911-can-you-help-me-please-i-am-phsyco.html' title='911 can you help me please I am a phsyco b**ch from hell and need a mental institution.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111898005492330505</id><published>2005-06-16T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:31:55.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is defiantly out for the summer!!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you want to know how I know that school is really out............ because now when I am off of work and I first come in my child is asleep in the living room with the tv on and he sleeps til noon. and then when he is up all I hear is mom mom mom mom mom momMOM MOM MOM !!!!!!! omg stop it!!!!....... momma momma momma I want to change my name. *pulling hair out* can't wait for the new school year!!! *calgon take me away!!!*................ but then again sometimes it is really nice and he can be so sweet and then the teenage monster kicks in and the sweet is gone. someone is not going to have a good summer. and I think it is going to be me........ lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111898005492330505?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111898005492330505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111898005492330505' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111898005492330505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111898005492330505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-is-defiantly-out-for-summer.html' title='School is defiantly out for the summer!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111856525257407404</id><published>2005-06-12T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:34:12.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i been up to???</title><content type='html'>Well lets see I have been off of work with my back . and all of this time I have been so hooked on neopets I can't get enough of neopets I know I know stupid but you know what there are more adults playing neopets than kids I think that it lets us get back to a part of our child hood if you don't believe me go ahead I dare you to adopt a neopet. you will be hooked to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111856525257407404?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111856525257407404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111856525257407404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111856525257407404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111856525257407404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='what have i been up to???'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111615001407032519</id><published>2005-05-15T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T04:42:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things of me</title><content type='html'>Favorite colors. Purple, pink, red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite foods. Pizza, shrimp,baked fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite drinks. mt.dew, sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite stones. Diamonds of course what girl doesn't like diamonds other than diamond Opal are my absolute favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite cars. 67 chevy camaro, my grand prix of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite music. I like all kinds of music no favorite there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite singers. Hard to say I like a lot of the female artists that I feel like I can sing with when I hear their songs a lot of powerful singing voices like... Natalie cole , celine deion, reba, Barbara striesand ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite bands. beatles, def leapord, aerosmith, alot of 80's metal bands., blink 182, godsmack, jett, bowling for soup, good charlotte, credence clearwater revival, rascal flats, brooks and dunn. lots of mixture there I listen to a wide variety of music .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite songs mostly love ballads or soft rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books anything that is a mystery of a true mystery , haunting, ghost ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect stamps , coins from different places,antiques when I can. and love light houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite movies.  Gone with the wind, lord of the ring series and the harry potter series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all I can think of right now what are some of the things that you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111615001407032519?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111615001407032519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111615001407032519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111615001407032519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111615001407032519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-of-me.html' title='Things of me'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111566972681450847</id><published>2005-05-09T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:15:26.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that people do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Don't know which is worst dumba** people who think they are being smart or stupid dumba** people who think they are being smart.  Which one?  Please take a vote and tell me what do you think.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;    C. and I jump a call because the other ambulance is just sitting there in the parking lot as we are pulling up with the lights on not moving. we are in the turn lane and can clearly see the signal 29 that they are paged to. { traffic accident}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So instead of just looking at the whole situation we acted and jumped the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the mean time the other ambulance shows up and out of the 4 adults and 2 toddlers no-one wants to be transported. no big deal. I call a very good call. ....anyway as I am getting refusals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we hear over the police officers radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"need you to 10-19 to [ let's see we will call it ] Melrose place  for a infant choking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C. spaazes out." we got to go now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me . " I only caught the first part what is going on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C." we got to go "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me thinking ok our dispatcher has not paged us out I only heard a part on the police radio. WTF is going on that I am not being clued in on. I hate it when she does this to me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C." When I tell you we got to go . we got to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me ignoring her ass cause I still don't understand what the ***** is going on here. One minute I am taking a report. and the nexted being snatched away and leaving it with someone esle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she gets on the phone with our dispatcher and asked her had she recieved a call from pd about an infant choking in a locked car and they can't get to it? then she tells our dispatcher to call pd and see because we can run hot through town with out her dispatching us out. she hangs up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then she tells me after I over hear the whole story. and then she says well we don't really know if the infant is choking or not because pd said that they recieved a call from the same person and said that they had locked their keys in the vehicle and pd can not unlock anyones vehice unless it is an emergency so then the caller called back and said that her child was locked in the vehicle and was choking she needed help. but they felt sure that it was not true she just wants them to unlock her vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we get on scene and sure enough there was the cutest little I would say maybe 4mo baby in  a car seat sitting in the back and mom standing outside and the baby was not choking. She just thought that if she called back and told the police that her child was choking that they would unlock it for her without breaking a window. Well they didn't break a window but they didn't unlock it either. They stood there watching mom tap at the window tell the infant come on baby. come on baby. DumbA***.  she was looking around in the crowd now wanting something to break the window with. *hehehehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to bad that we didn't get there before the police because we would have unlock her car for her on the drivers side and that nice little rain we had would have been nice coming into a brand new suv. with no window there. ...... That is what you will  get when you lock your vehicle with your kid inside of it and leave the vehicle running because your A** is just to damn lazy to get the baby and go inside the store with the baby. If you didn't want the baby you shouldn't have Played to get the baby. but you played and you got a baby. so crack ho, be responsible and take care of the baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; it is not the babies fault that your an ignorant dumb b****  well atleast I can say one thing about the whole situation at least this time it is not over 100 degrees outside and the vehicle was not running so that the infant couldn't get any cold air. no this time it was roughly about 80 and the vehicle on and the air going. And no baby choking either that is always a plus...... I wonder If they charged her with child neglect????? would be a wonderful lesson for her if they did. but some how I doubt they did anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111566972681450847?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111566972681450847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111566972681450847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111566972681450847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111566972681450847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-people-do.html' title='The things that people do.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111533521221622312</id><published>2005-05-05T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:33:11.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do not like!!! [phobia's]</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CLOWNS!!!!! I hate them. They are the root of all evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spiders.  nasty creatures . there is just something not right with a creature that has more than four legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fog. to much crap can hide and sneak up on you in the fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being in the woods alone at night or just plain being in the woods at night. oh h*** no I do not like the woods.  It is not the dark that bothers me it is what is in the dark that I can not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Camping . you have to be in the woods at some point at night. I will come and visit you while it is day time , but come night fall I am going home. Plain and simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Corn fields. There is no way you will ever catch me in one. Think about it how many scary movies have corn fields in them? Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hieghts . The thought of rock climbing just dosen't do it for me and you people that sky dive come on. although hang gliding has always been appealing to me, but then reality sets in. nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. closed in spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. letting my gas tank get on a quarter of a tank . I have had to many nightmares where it was night and I was driving down the road and ran out of gas. In the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.fear of being trapped under water this I feel is why when you see me swimming the top of my head is always dry. My head does not go under and I do not dive into the water I ease into the water. even though it is an open space and I know that I can come up any time I want to . I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can come up with for right now. 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By the way you can link to her site from the button that I have on my side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now there are somethings that remind me of my childhood some smells or sounds , songs , pictures ect... you know..... We all have them some good,  some sad and some of them funny and here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First memory that sends me back is the lullabye that my daddy use to sing to me all of the time.. you know the one that goes hush little baby don't say a word daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird don't sing daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring. ect...... I can't hardly stand to hear it anymore something that used to make me smile now makes me so sad and I start to tear up and cry alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I remember dancing on my fathers feet when I hear certain songs when I was about 3yrs old and we lived in a house in montrose in the middle of cotton fields.  To Elvis songs or to waylon jennings " you got the only daddy that will walk the line." I would put my tiny little feet on top of his cowboy boots and he would hold my hands so I would not fall off and we would dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.scooby-doo was the shiznit  every saturday morning at 9:00 a.m I love scooby-doo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the smell of strawberries remind me of the strawberry shortcake figurine that I had it  came with a strawberry sundae house and the back of it opened up and then it became the back yard . and the inside was a living room and a upstairs with a bedroom . I had a lemon meringue pie doll so the smell of lemons remind be off her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. weeble wabbles I always wanted a doll house you know the kind a great big mansion type doll house so one christmas I got a scooby-doo haunted mansion with all of the charactors . It was so cool and a whinnie the pooh tree house with all of the charactors you remember weeble wabbles don't you " weebles wabbles but they don't fall down"  so the commercial would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mid-South wrestling  the orginal wrestling!!! Now that I work in louisianna I get to see the old reruns because that is where mid-south wrestling originated from. Man how that brings back some memories watching that show. One of the few times my brother would actually sit down with me and have fun. He is nine years older than I am so I thought my bro. hung the moon *still do but don't tell him that hehe*  we would watch it every saturday morning  sit down in front of the black and white tv on the floor and when the commercials came on. He would grab me and put me in the head lock or a figure four or something a few times he would let me pin him to the imaginary mat and win. yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My big brother is the bomb I couldn't say Nicky so I would follow him around the house calling him icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Mickey Mouse Club. I was so Happy when we got the mickey mouse club on tv in arkansas we move here from cali so things we a little different I didn't notice to much cause i was only 2 i think when we moved but to miss out on the mickey mouse club would have been devistating to a toddler. Everything else was hunkey dorey for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I was 3 when I got my first horse and I remember going and picking him out . I remember daddy taking me to this place and there was alot of horses grazing in a field and daddy saying "pick one out tracie"   me with wide eyes eyeballing the painted horsey " I want the indian horsey daddy Indian horsey!!!!!  So guess what I got the indian horsey and I remember that night alot of my uncles came over and non reletives that i called uncles came over and they lite a big fire in the yard and made a huge circle around the horse and daddy and some of the others broke the horse as I watched so intently thinking man that looks like fun I want to rodeo too!!! remember I was three and daddy was doing it so I wanted to also.  Anyway  after that they put me on it that night and I rode my indian horse around the yard bareback. satisfied with my indian horse I named him proudly......Pinch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Old wire clothes lines . I don't to much care for them and will never have one in my yard ever!!!!   After breacking my indian horsey daddy taught me how to ride. Saddle riding , bareback,  with reins ,with out reins. And one day pinch broke and ran with me I couldn't controll him. Daddy taught me everything except for one key element in riding horses and that is to duck when they run under something [who knew]  I could hear mommy screaming&lt;br /&gt;claud  as she looked out of the kitchen window helplessly and I could see the poles of the clothes line, The wires were to small to really see I think.  The next thing I remember is being lifted up by my neck off of the horse as it ran out from under me and swing back and fourth about three times before I feel to the ground on my butt. I remember daddy running across the yard and picking me up and my mommy at his side and remember crying cause it hurt like the dickens and I was afraid that my horsey was going to be shot. but he wasn't and I rode him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Moving to hamburg when I was four and I had my fifth b-day not long after moving into the house I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. smell of rubbing alchohol. reminds me of the first time I  got really sick. right after we moved it was winter and I remember mommy rubbing me down with cool alchohol baths and my fever was so high that when she left the room I would see bad things on the wall shadows of a really bad donald duck with claws and fangs coming towards me bad duck was after me and I would scream histerically. until mommy would come back in the room. they couldn't break my fever so I had to g0 to Dr. Rankin my first encounter that is when we found out that I was also allergic to asprin. I finally got over my donald duck fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. mommy cutting hair had me scared for awhile. One day she was giving hair cuts and she was cutting my brothers hair . she keep telling him '" Nicky your going to have to stay still or I am going to cut your ear."  next thing I knew Icky was screaming and there was blood gushing from his ear and mom was yelling and then I was crying." Mommy cut ickies head off " tears streaming down my face. took a lot of years before I would let mom cut my hair in fact I think it was after I was out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I was looking through a catalog and it had a toy section in it and guess what do I see.... There it was Smiling at me.  With its big eyes. and stupid smile all green and  yellow seat , wheels and anenea 's  Yep the INCH WORM from hell!!!!!!!!!  I hate that thing  hate it hate it hate it. can you tell that I hate it.   ok it is no bones that we were alittle poor growing up but so what. I had the most wonderful. loveing, caring parents and a big brother any child would have been so proud to have.  I wanted a bike like all of my other friends  I waited and waited all summer ,fall and part of winter for christmas to get hear  cause I just knew that santa was gonna bring me a bike. There it was the biggest box under the whole tree .  OH boy oh boy oh boy that is my bike I know it is. I would beg and plead. Pleassse can we open present earley.  NOPE we have to wait for christmas if you open them up now what will you open christmas morning?  WHO CARES!!!!! I want it now I have been a good girl I think alittle mischieveous at times but what kid isn't ??????? come on!!!  OH joy christmas morning anticipation we have to eat breakfast....NO !!! Please.  finally I get open the big box and to my surprise it is and inch worm  ok where is my bike.??? but this thing looks pretty cool right to a child it was pretty cool looking. I sat on it ... it went down the road. ok I am satisfied for now.    my friends come over on thier bikes and here I am out in the yard with my inck worm. looking proud at my friend with my new bug . it is smiling and I am smiling we are a happy couple.  every one take turns on my worm and we are all happy right?  right.    so here we go down the road my friend take off and leave me ..... here I am hopping up and down and the back off my inch worm with every little hop the head and tail comes in and it move alittle bit down the road { hence the word Inch worm here}  hey you guys wait up . I have hold of the yellow anena's and I am hopping my butt off trying to keep up with my friend. down the road I go  boing boing boing here comes tracie lagging behind  on the damn inch worm god how I hate that thing please do not do this to your children please give them a bike Please if you can't afford one then call me I will get it for them but don't give them the inch worm from hell !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. burnt okra  My daddy was a truck driver and every once in a blue moon mommy would go with him and nick was so much older than me that he was old enough to stay home and babysit me I remember that he cooked for me and he tried his best to make sure that I had dinner after school and I remember that he burned the okra and to this day that is the only way I will eat it is if it is over cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. piggy tails everytime I see alittle girl with piggy tails I remember when I was small and my brother would fix my hair in the morning and put my hair up in piggy tails and then he would tell me if anyone asked you who fixed your hair this morning you do not tell them that I did it ok? and I would get out of the chair and turn around and look at him and say ok icky as i gave him a big kiss and hug and then we would go wait on the bus to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bette Midlers song Wind Beneth my wings. Makes me think of my mother everytime I hear the song. My mommy Is my hero and the wind beneth my wings and it fits alot of times when I hear the song I tear up because that is how I feel perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. John Wayne  to me probably one of the greatest actors and american patriots that there was so much of John Wayne and my daddy to me were so much alike that it was scary before my father died I wanted so much to write a poem about the similarities between the two and how my father was my John Wayne and give it to him but I never got the chance to. Maybe one day I will do this just so it will ease my mind and say that I finished what I started to do even thought now he will not be able to read it when I do get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There is more to this that I could add but I will save it for another time.  The trip down memory lane is going to have to end some things are starting to make me sad to think of them. and so I don't want to think of them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111523046549811589?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111523046549811589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111523046549811589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111523046549811589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111523046549811589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-remind-me-of-my-childhood.html' title='Things that remind me of my childhood...'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111499503561855033</id><published>2005-05-01T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:50:35.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111499503561855033?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111499503561855033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111499503561855033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111499503561855033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111499503561855033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/05/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111499421999872052</id><published>2005-05-01T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:37:51.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger and Steph loook at me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pat on the back for me See my new header!!!! You know I love Lord Of The Rings. Now if I can figure out how to change the background and finish placing the things I want in the right spots I will have a cool site.!!!!! Yeah *turning summer salts* sike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111499421999872052?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111499421999872052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111499421999872052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111499421999872052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111499421999872052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/05/ginger-and-steph-loook-at-me.html' title='Ginger and Steph loook at me!!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111488609181475561</id><published>2005-04-30T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:34:51.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no new post</title><content type='html'>I know I know I have not wrote anything in a while, but there is just not anything I find interesting to post about. I mainly just try to play around with the templates trying to see if I can make it better or try to see what fun new things I can find. It consumes me anymore. for instance clip art I found some of them that are really cute and mom wants one of them really bad for her site to be put around the header but it has no url that comes with it so now I am stuck with trying to figure out how to put it there without the url and i really don't think that I can I got it from a place where you get free template for your site and clip art ect. just download it to a file and then place it where you want it to go ............hmmmm yeah right to simple to be true oh well I will figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111488609181475561?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111488609181475561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111488609181475561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111488609181475561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111488609181475561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-new-post.html' title='no new post'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111448778617759053</id><published>2005-04-25T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:56:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cool !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found out by creating a different blog and playing around with the different template settings that I can do different things look at my side bar and see what I have discovered !!!!!  hurrah for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111448778617759053?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111448778617759053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111448778617759053' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111448778617759053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111448778617759053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool.html' title='cool !!!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111368554026039493</id><published>2005-04-16T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:53:13.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!! I have fallen and I can't get up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now for my Dumb a** story of myself and you can't help but laugh I sure did while I was doing it. The night before shift change we usually clean the station and our unit so we don't have to worry about it. And everything is taken care of so that when we get our wake up and station duty page if we happen to be first up for call then we can go to our call and not have to worry about cleaning when we get back to the station we can just clock out and go home makes sense right . Yeah to us to. Any way so I am up stairs cleaning one of the bathrooms and I spray some cleaner on the floor infront of the toilet and behind it . I take the towel that I am cleaning with and drop it on the floor beside the toilet and I take my foot and I am going to clean back there it is a very small area no room for anything the toilet sits in a cubby hole type area on one side of it is the shower stall and the other the wall so it is hard to move around in the area. Get the picture tiny room might be 6 Ft by 8ft. Maybe. As I step up to the towel I step with my other foot right into the cleaner that I have on the floor in front of the toilet. The floor is linoleum. So I go flying into the splits and twist around hit the floor flat on my back in the spits with both legs twisted in the most god awful ways imaginable and my left leg is stuck under the cabinet . I finally get my legs back infront of me and try to pull myself up and the cleaner that is on the bottom of my boot just keeps me down. My feet go sliding out from under me on all attempts to get my self up off of the floor thank-god I have a witness to all of this. Robin who is laughing her head off at me just as I am doing the whole time she is are you ok are you ok did you break something . You look like you might have broke something the way you landed are you sure you didn't break something. nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo. Get me up darn it !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally I have to lay down flat on my back and try to shoulder crawl to the carpet in the mean time we call Mitch to try to help still laughing and I still can't get up . He takes one look at me and just rolls and falls back on the cabinet outside the bathroom laughing at me on the floor flat on my back trying to get up&lt;/span&gt; ......&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a little help Mitch would be good at this point. Finally Mitch grabs me up off of the floor. And puts my feet on the carpet so I won't slide anymore. Thank you Mitch ..... I now know how a turtle feels when it has flipped over on its back and can't get back on its feet.......hehehe. Any way about and hour later I go to sit down and the pressure on my hip is so great I have to get up with help again not good I pulled a lot of muscles in my hip back and groin from falling in the splits and being twisted man I tell you what when You get older and fall you tend to feel a lot more and hurt in place you never new existed. Needless to say I am very stoved up today and wish my back wouldn't hurt.......... Not only is my pride from falling a little bruised my a** is as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111368554026039493?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111368554026039493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111368554026039493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111368554026039493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111368554026039493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/help-i-have-fallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html' title='Help!!!! I have fallen and I can&apos;t get up.'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111368380277809311</id><published>2005-04-16T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T15:36:42.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>next time I am sending the dispatcher!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our original dispatcher for days has left. So we ended up with the other shifts normal dispatcher to take her place on days. And she is an idiot we really don't like her.My partner told her months back that she was such an idiot that she couldn't even count to 3. hehehe that was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;                                Thursday our pagers go off and we get called to a signal 6 another breathing difficulty that is not a breathing difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;" 209  need you to respond to a signal 6 on 555555 Dumbass lane. hwy hell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;      "209 to dispatch 10-4 we are 10-51"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lights sirens blaring through town weaving in and out of traffic . Truck cell rings  it is our idiot dispatcher. I here C on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" What !! Ok so it is not a 6 we are responding to it is actually a 4 .  Ok ok so it is a 6. Uah. ok is  S.O. enroute to the scene? Well you better let us know before we get on scene if our scene is safe or not so we will know if we should pull up in the residences yard. ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; C looks at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C. " Apparently it is  a signal 6 we are going to the people are haveing trouble breathing. because there is a signal 4 in progress and  S.O. is supposed to be there before we are . And you heard me tell her that she better let us know if our scene is safe before we arrive. she is suppose to call S.O. when they get there and then call us back to verify that the scene is safe. So the signal is a 4/6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me." Great, ok no problem but I wonder why they are having trouble breathing is it because they are upset because of the fighting or if it is a gunshot or a knife wound. I hate these kind of calls because you never know what we are walking into."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C " Yeah I know, But she will let us know if it is not safe to not go on scene."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;     " Dispatch to 209 S.O is 10-97 and scene is safe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;       "10-4"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Get to the end of the road before we turn onto hell hwy and the S.O car flies by us enroute to the residence in question.  We just look at eachother with that WTF look and I turn in and follow behind S.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me '' Maybe it is just a different officer and he is going to make sure that his buddy is ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C." at this point with dipshi*t being our dispatcher nothing surprises me anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me ." She better hope our scene is safe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C. " yeah no kidding I will beat her a**  If it is not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;                       We make it on scene right behind the second S.O. vehicle both of us is relieved to see that our thoughts we wrong C. gets out and is walking up with the other officer. I get out go to the back get the stuff we might need start to unload the stretcher. Then I hear over the radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;C. goes 10-22 per S.O. I am thinking wtf as I load the stretcher back in the ambulance and get in to put the equipment up I am getting ready to walk out of the back after I put the pulse ox up. C runs up to the back of the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Either take cover and get your a** down back here or get your A** up front now we're leaving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me." OH Sh*t"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me thinking to myself the hell if i am going to try to hang on back here she slings me around enough in the back when I take a basic call she is driving normal she will injure me bad trying to get out of here in a hurry. so I jump out of the back not sure if I closed the back doors or not and run to the front and hop in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Me " Go!!!!!! get our a**es out of here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;           C. before I get the words out of my mouth already has it in reverse and is backing up the drive way is narrow and the view to hwy hell is impaired due to trees and curves so she wipes into d and does a u-turn in the neighbors yard and we get away from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; as we get onto hwy hell she tells me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C. " I am going to Kick G's A** for sending us on an unsafe scene. Do you know what was going on.?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me. " well dah no where was I  at C in the back getting our stuff we needed for the call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C. " Let me tell you...... me and the other officer . M is his name walk up the porch to see the person with a 9mm in his hand not paying any attention to us and the other officer who is J. with his Gun pulled out also and then M grabs the person from behind. and they are wrestling around and then J looks at me and said we do not need an ambulance leave get out now no one needs an ambulance............ well sh*t you don't have to tell my dumb a** twice to leave I 'm gone. That is when i called into dispatch and told her we are 10-22 per S.O.   I knew you heard me when I got to the back and seen you putting the stuff up that is when I told you either to take cove or get up front. I bet you were wondering what was going on." Laughing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me " when you said take cover . no I wasn't wondering I just wanted to leave few words alarm me but take cover on a domestic call is one of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When we get back to the station our dispatcher is on we bust up into dispatch not knowing that G is gone and that M is there. M Jumps back startled at the way we came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  M. smiling at us " Hey guys whats going on?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;us at the same time '' Where is G ? we are going to kick her A**"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M " she is gone for the day. Why what is going on ? What did the dumb a** b**ch do now.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so we tell her what happened to us on the call and how serious it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    M. '' Oh my God . Thank God everything turned out ok ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C. " no sh*t."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M. " someone could have gotten hurt or killed.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me " Wouldn't have been me.'' laughing at c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C. " B**ch..........  next time just bring the 02 bottle and pulse ox don't worry about the stretcher I want as little as possible to have to run with and it I have to I can throw the o2 bottle at them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me .'' ok not a problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;    As it is ..... the weekend is here I am off this weekend and so is G But she will be back in monday morning and so will c. and I  and I vote that the next time she dispatches  us out to a signal 6/ 4 she gets to go to it all by her self and see if her own scene is safe and then tell herself that it is and has to walk into a violent situation. And then lets see how G feel about it afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111368380277809311?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111368380277809311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111368380277809311' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111368380277809311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111368380277809311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/next-time-i-am-sending-dispatcher.html' title='next time I am sending the dispatcher!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111367924482916398</id><published>2005-04-16T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:20:44.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give granny the nitro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok another long two days at work proves that more of the population is stupid and that it is not just the majority of nurses at the nursing home...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" Dispatch to 209"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"209 go ahead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" Need you to 10-19 to 555 pixie road for a signal 10"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" 10-4 209 in enroute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arrive on scene   check in  to dispatch at the scene to let them know that we made it there in a timely manner  C. gets out and sprints like a Gazzelle into the house and disappears. Me get stretcher etc..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  Scene inside house. Little ole granny on the couch very lethargic extremly Pale no color in her skin what so ever!!!  I am getting stretcher ready to load because I want to get granny and go she does not look well at all  C.   is getting vital signs and I am not sure at this point what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C. " How long has she been having chest pains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;family "well for a little while now we gave her nitro "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C." How many nitro and how long ago?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Family " we gave her one and checked her pulse and it was faster so we gave her another one and check her pulse again and it was faster than before so we gave her another one and then we checked her pulse again and it was racing and that is when we started to get worried so we decided to call ya'll."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C." Let me get this right she was haveing chest pains and you checked her pulse and it was to fast so you gave her a nitro to bring her pulse rate down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Family " Yes , But her pulse just kept getting faster and faster.  The nitro just wasn't bringing her pulse rate down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C." Lets get her to the truck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  We load granny into the truck do our thing and get her to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok little tip nitro helps to relieve the pain it is going to increase the heart rate and drop the blood pressure. They gave her 3 total of nitro Poor little granny .  Her Blood pressure was 60/40 no wonder she look so very colorless to me. Omg people please do not granny nitro because her pulse is to fast please. If she is haveing chest pains and you have a vehicle load granny and go you are less than a mile from the hospital. Don't wait on us . But If you insist on calling us . If granny is haveing chest pains go ahead and give her a nitro but don't base  it on her pulse as a deciding factor as to weather or not to give her another one. &lt;strong&gt;YOU ALMOST KILLED GRANNY!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; poor little granny. I wonder if granny had an insurance policy and that the family knew what they were doing. Nay..... they were to stupid for that. Thier stupidity almost sent granny to see ST.Peter sooner than they wanted. And thus proving that breathing is an involuntery movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111367924482916398?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111367924482916398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111367924482916398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111367924482916398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111367924482916398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-give-granny-nitro.html' title='Don&apos;t give granny the nitro'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111323375107236528</id><published>2005-04-11T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:52:13.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deborah ......I love you too!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I tried before I left to go back to work to post this blog and as it was blogger was having technical difficulties and I just couldn't get it to post. So hopefully it will allow it to go through today!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AS most of you know and not by my choice mind you. Some things were made public some very hurtful things. Some things were said that shouldn't have been said. If two very much alike hard headed people would have just took the time to talk to one another. Instead of going off half cocked and listening to other people and listen to one another instead, could have avoid certain events.....But we didn't neither one of us. I am as much to blame as the other and I openly admit that. Now let me openly and publicly say this.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you as much as one person can possibly love someone. You are more to me than just a friend you have become a sister to me. Over the years we have always been there for eachother and through out the rest of the years it will always continue to be that way.... Of course we will have our differences that is what members of a family do. We will not always agree on the same things. We have done that before . Believe me we have been through our share. Good and bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You don't know how bad this has killed me how many times my hard headed self wanted to call , wanted to come see you , just wanted to talk , But not knowing what to say or to do. Lets not ever do this again please. You are my friend , my strength when I need strength , my courage when I have none, my hope when I have given up, The light that lights my path when I am to blind to see, The little nagging voice inside my head that says &lt;strong&gt;I told you so damn it why don't you listen to me you know I am right!!!!. A&lt;/strong&gt;ND you are my family my sister. Over the last few weeks of not talking made me realize even more of just how important you are to me in my life and I don't ever want to be with out you in my life again. So with all of this in mind I will leave you with this last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you......... My sister.&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/9930037-111323375107236528?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111323375107236528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111323375107236528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111323375107236528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111323375107236528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/deborah-i-love-you-too.html' title='Deborah ......I love you too!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111293395999585952</id><published>2005-04-07T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:19:19.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition to the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's right folks we have a new addition to the family. Tonight I took my mother to see her &lt;strong&gt;GREAT GRANDSON !!!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;My brother Nick is a grandpa can you believe it. I am a Great Aunt again !!! man the years have been flying by. My son is now a teenager.  Any way we have a healthy baby boy J.C  6lbs 3 oz 20 inches long. He had a little bit of a rough start. His o2 sats were getting low they think that he possibly took in fluid into his lungs. They ran tests and x-rays all showed up normal but he is jundice. And will have to be under a billie light  so far so good  My little Jeffery is a daddy I just can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111293395999585952?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111293395999585952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111293395999585952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111293395999585952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111293395999585952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-addition-to-family.html' title='New Addition to the family'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111257146300089388</id><published>2005-04-03T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:37:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mind</title><content type='html'>Miraculously it is fixed hmmmmmm....... go figure!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111257146300089388?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111257146300089388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111257146300089388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111257146300089388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111257146300089388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-mind.html' title='Never mind'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111257132312313304</id><published>2005-04-03T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:35:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is anyone else haveing trouble getting thier comments to work???? H*** I will never know because mine is not working!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111257132312313304?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111257132312313304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111257132312313304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111257132312313304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111257132312313304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/comments.html' title='comments'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111240998275896645</id><published>2005-04-01T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:55:39.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNS</title><content type='html'>Do you know what SNS stands for? We have at work come up with a new signal for us to be called out on for the nursing homes. It will now be known among us as signal 34 or SNS....... aka STUPID NURSES SYNDROME !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We will give the nursing home a new name for this vent and call it Neverland .... A priority 1 is when we are called out it means get there using lights and sirens because it is a true life threatening emergency!!!!! a signal defines what type. In this case it is a signal 6 meaning chest pains..... aka a possible heart attack!!!!! And here is your scenario ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. 0130 A.M. Pagers go off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dispatch to 209 priority 1 signal 6 Neverland nursing home 900 hall room912 "&lt;br /&gt;Two groggy people throw back covers turn on the lamp scramble to put boots on almost knocking eachother in the head when we both bend over to get boots at the same time. Both of us&lt;br /&gt;"shit"&lt;br /&gt;cyndi " 209 is 10-4 on page."&lt;br /&gt;dispatch " 10-4 209"&lt;br /&gt;Run down the stair case { it is storming outside. raining so hard that when it hits your body you have no choice but to be soaked instantly} Jump in our unit.&lt;br /&gt;me " 209 is 10 - 51 to Neverland."&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch " 10-4 209"&lt;br /&gt;Hit the switch for lights and siren pull out on the road and haul a** to Neverland!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me " 209 is 10-97 Neverland"&lt;br /&gt;dispatch " 10-4 209."&lt;br /&gt;cyndi " Throw the cardiac monitor, and the o2 bottle on the stretcher."&lt;br /&gt;me " yeah yeah I know. I will meet you in the room when I get all of this together just go!"&lt;br /&gt;cyndi in a blink of an eye is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I follow in behind after getting all of the equipment we need. Room scene. Cyndi in the room with pt taking Vitals there is a nurses aid in the room with her I come in the room with the streatcher getting it ready to put the pt on it. Nurse comes in about a min behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi to the pt " ok hun are you hurting now?"&lt;br /&gt;pt " no ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;cyndi " So you are in no pain right now?"&lt;br /&gt;pt " no ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;cyndi to nurse " When did he start haveing the chest pains ?"&lt;br /&gt;Nurse " oh about 10:30 p.m tonight."&lt;br /&gt;c " ok did you do anything for him"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nurse " I gave him a nitro about 1130 pm"&lt;br /&gt;me giving the aid a raised eyebrow look. not looking at the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;c" and that relieved his pain at that time"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nurse " well I guess it did"&lt;br /&gt;c" you guess it did or you know it did? did you take his blood pressure?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Nurse " well do you want the particulars?"&lt;br /&gt;me looking at aid and then looking over at c and c looking at me both of us with that What the f*** look on our faces&lt;br /&gt;c " Well yes I do need the *particulars* " in an adgitated tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;me standing there bitting bottom lip trying not to bust out in laughter because my medic is about to lose all self composer on this idiot nurse. The nurse just stutters every time she opens her mouth to answer a question for c. And this is obvious at this point that this nurse doesn't know what the he** she is doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;c " Is the stretcher ready"&lt;br /&gt;me "ahuh" still bitting my lip and not looking c in the face anymore just staring down at the stretcher in disgust at the nurse and wanting to laugh at c. for having to put up with the stupid nurse. Thinking to myself omg !!! How in the world did this woman pass the national board for nursing.&lt;br /&gt;c " What did you get for a blood pressure prior to our arrival and what was it after you adminstered the nitro to the pt.?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nurse stuttering again " well uh . after I gave him the nitro I was afraid to give him anymore cause his systolic dropped down to 140 and that was to low to give anymore nitro."&lt;br /&gt;me looking at the aid this time the poor little thing just standing there is taking all of this in and not knowing what to say or do. just looks back at me with a pitiful look of what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to laugh I can't help it I lose it right then and there. c looking at the nurse like B**** H*** your and idiot. Then she passes a look at me like I am going to kill you if you don't stop laughing. which makes me laugh even more. you know that .......I am trying really hard not to laugh hold in where you just hold your breath hoping that the moment will pass but then suddenly a little haha and alot of air just blows out and you really can't help it. {that was me}&lt;br /&gt;c " Did you atleast give him an asprin?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nurse " I couldn't find any orders for asprin"&lt;br /&gt;C " ok do you know if he is allergic to asprin?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nurse '' no''&lt;br /&gt;c'' are you allergic to asprin that you know of?"&lt;br /&gt;pt'' no ma'am''&lt;br /&gt;nurse dissappears for a sec and comes back with the paper work on the pt.&lt;br /&gt;c " lets load the pt on the stretcher''&lt;br /&gt;me " thank god, move let me get the stretcher closer ."&lt;br /&gt;c moves after she gets her equipment off of the bed. we load the pt.&lt;br /&gt;going down the hall c is looking through the paper work nurse is behind her c looks at me&lt;br /&gt;C looking at me as I glance back at her.&lt;br /&gt;C" You know the orders she said that she didn't have for asprin?''&lt;br /&gt;me " yep"&lt;br /&gt;c'' well here they are !!!! Go figure.""&lt;br /&gt;me " Are you shocked?''&lt;br /&gt;c'' no not really''&lt;br /&gt;get the pt to the hospital tell all of the nurses there the whole scenario. they stand there with there mouths open. They had talked to the dr before hand and the dr told them that the pt had two episodes of syncope. ok it is 0200 am of course he is going to have syncope h*** I have syncope at that time in the morning. and of course the charge er nurse really loved the . " his systolic dropped to 140 and I was afraid to give him anymore nitro cause that is just to low. Now for those of you who do not know your systolic is the top number of your blood pressure and when giving nitro for chest pain it is ok to give it as long as that systolic is above 100 and not below 100 that is when it is to low!!!!! Not at 140 !!!!! this is the kind of crap I had to deal with early this morning .... so we have come to the conclusion that we have to add a knew signal and call it signal 34 for sns aka stupid nurses syndrome!!! for future reference. poor little pt had to put up with her for 3 hrs before she called us what a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111240998275896645?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111240998275896645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111240998275896645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111240998275896645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111240998275896645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/04/sns.html' title='SNS'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-111170067695828914</id><published>2005-03-24T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:44:36.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting infront of this computer still in my p.j's I ran bath water but haven't attempted to get in it yet , it will probably be cold by the time I jump in. And what will I do when I get out ? Probably nothing . Get back into my PJ's and crawl back in bed and stay there until I have to get up in the morning to go back to work for the weekend. This is my 72 hrs shift. God, how is sucks to be away from home that long when you have so much on your mind about home. I look as through someone gave me two black eyes from crying how lovely.... Since I have had terrible allergy problems this week........Then that is what the public will get as an excuse. {it's allergies} . And they will look at me and know better of course , but I will be pacified by it. That is all that matters. I haven't been taking my meds this past week ....opps I forgot so what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is the one thing that bipolars have trouble doing taking their "crazy pill" as I like to call it. I know I need to and I am thinking about taking them right now ......... But........... I just don't feel like it!!!!! I hate the fact that I will have to take this for the rest of my life. I feel good most of the time why do I have to take it every single stinking day.......... So I won't do to myself what I used to do all of the time hate life and everything in it....Especially mine. I love myself not to do bodily harm that shit hurts I just really despise...Loathe .... Hate....Can't stand myself sometimes. Sometimes I have bad days . And this is one of them But I will get through it like all of the other times.....   I always do bounce back that is me. The master of disguise , hiding my true self from everyone around me that is what I do best. { I am not turtley enough for the turtle club. turtle turtle.} oh sorry about that alittle humor on my part. I guess  I just have some mania in with my manic today. Jesus christ I have to take my meds...............lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111170067695828914?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111170067695828914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111170067695828914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111170067695828914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111170067695828914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-day.html' title='ANOTHER DAY'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111160919347314627</id><published>2005-03-23T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:19:53.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yey zur masser</title><content type='html'>Who can hurt me more than any one my masser forgive me masser don't whip me no mo masser Pleaze masser don't pore anymo salt on the cuts masser it stangs so bad. Why yu want to hurt me masser I been the best house slave you had. I thought that I was family when you threw me the chicken bone for supper after you got through eating the meat off of it and I was allowed to sit with ya'll under the table  by ya'lls blessed feet. The other plantation owners always laugh and snicker and make fun of my masser behind my masser back and I herd dem and I says to dem don't be talking bout my masser like that you have no right to talk about my masser like that my masser is a good masser. you don't know what my masser has been through in her life to make my masser the way she is but I do my masser is a good masser I don want to hear no mo bad mouthin bout my masser ya her. I always stanzs up for my masser.  But my masser talked to me one night like i wuz no mo than a field hand And it hurt my soul and I said something to the other slaves about I can't believe my masser just talked to me like that but then I realized that the other slave was mo ignorant than me. And it didn't due any good to tell em notin so i ask another slave there opinions and they said there wasn't notin i did wrong. well i guess that the other slave ran to masser and blew things out of sorts cause  he was a field slave and didn't like me being a house slave so he tried to get me in trouble before i could go to masser alone and ask masser what make you  so mad sounding at me masser i dont think that i did anything wrong masser but yet you tied me up in town square and tied me up to the whipping pose and publicly displayed the lashing  cutting deep into my skin down to my very soul masser. and  when you turned your back and left me there bleeding from the lashing masser the other plantation owners came from all around i never seen so many folks in my lifes and they took the ropes that bound me from the whipping post and cut them loose. as they cut the ropes my almost life less body fell limp and they cought me. they carried me to a place and lay me face down so i wouldn't be on my backs  cause theys still bleeding masser from the beating. But the other plantation owners they are caring for the wounds that you caused. they told me see just what we were talking bout  and you love your masser and look what your masser has done to you!!!!! don't you feel like a fool now you should have listened to us. we tried to tell you about your masser  you have always been to good for your masser we never understood why you stand up for your masser. Well i tell why I loved my masser and i will always defend my masser but i don't know if i will see my masser again the pain is to great for me to bare so i think the underground railroad is the way to go so my masser will never be able to hurt me again. what ever my masser want to think than she can think it i will do no explaining not ever  maybe one day the pain will go away but i do not think it will be anytime soon. maybe one day i will pass masser on the street and say hello and then again maybe i will go in  a different direction who know but one thing is for certain there will be no oppertunity to do it again. and it doesn't matter my masser has other slaves so i won't be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111160919347314627?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111160919347314627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111160919347314627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111160919347314627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111160919347314627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/yey-zur-masser.html' title='yey zur masser'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111137714409259175</id><published>2005-03-20T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:24:52.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission of the "Item"</title><content type='html'>Mission complete. I finally was able to catch up with my friend today so that I could give her my gift . The infamous "Item"&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was afraid because I didn't know what to say so I wrote a long letter explaining how and why and it was very emotional. But she loved it and I am so relieved and thankful . I did something right for a change . Now for the mystery of who. My friend is Stephanie AKA Dubious achievements. The "Item" is the mobile that she couldn't find to complete the nursery. And after a very long and testing of will search I finally found it for her and when I seen it I knew she had to have it . And so today I finally was able to present it to her . Steph you are one of my most cherished friends and even though we haven't got to see each other that much this past year so that we could really talk I have always been and will always be there for you no matter what it is through good and through bad times . I love you like you were my own flesh and blood I consider you to be a sister to me . A&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;true friend is hard to find and a friend that you cherish as family is even harder to find. I am glad that you liked your gift and I am glad that you put it in the nursery I can't wait to see all of the pieces together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111137714409259175?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111137714409259175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111137714409259175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111137714409259175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111137714409259175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/mission-of-item.html' title='Mission of the &quot;Item&quot;'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111116260486948002</id><published>2005-03-18T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:16:44.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE !!!!!!!! *TaDa*</title><content type='html'>I got it...... The "Item" is in my possession. I knew it would come when i went back to work! Now it is just a matter of catching up to my friends so that I can give it to them. That is the hard part .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111116260486948002?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111116260486948002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111116260486948002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111116260486948002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111116260486948002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-here-tada.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE !!!!!!!! *TaDa*'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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-9930037.post-111090392179193360</id><published>2005-03-15T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:25:21.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mr. Postman</title><content type='html'>"Hey Mr.Postman look and see is there a letter in your bag a letter for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOD the agony of waiting on the mail I hate it.  I recieved over the weekend a email from the people that I got the "Item" from they said that it should be here in 2 days that means sometime today I hope I hope I hope ......... I tell you what waiting on this thing makes me feel like the little dog from "Dr. Dolittle" you know the one " throw the ball throw the ball throw the ball would ya throw the ball already."   That is me.   Oh well Patients grasshopper  * I have none* will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111090392179193360?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111090392179193360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111090392179193360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111090392179193360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111090392179193360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-mr-postman.html' title='Hey Mr. Postman'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111051040639577137</id><published>2005-03-10T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:06:46.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your telling me I am not a supportive mother!!!!!</title><content type='html'>How dare you tell me that I do not support you . I have supported everything you have ever wanted to be in life. From the time you were 3 yrs old until the time you were 11 yrs old all I ever heard from you was " I am going to be an astrounaut."   So what did I do for the kid who wanted to be an astrounaut.Who knew more about the galexey than anyone I ever knew . I would find different books on the planets and on the galexey and about astrounauts life. I would find food that astrounauts ate while they had to stay on the space shuttle so you could see what they had to eat. I was finding imformation on the space camp for kids in florida and was trying to save up the money to send you to it. And when the space shuttle exploded while re-entering our atmostphere and you decided that it was to dangerous and after all of the years of wanting to be an astronaut you suddenly didn't want to any more because of that one catastrophy.  I tried to console you and telling you that it is ok to be upset by it .Everything at one time or another in your lifetime maybe a dangerous situation. But still that was the deciding factor in your decision so I execpted it and never said another word to you on the subject. { I am not a supportive mother......ugh!!!!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             So now you want to be president of our great country I say to you go for it I have tried to be supportive in this as well, although I do not know how to set you on the right path for this . I have tried . You want to go into the military first  that is fine I have told you that you need to go to college first and get a politial science degree before you go into the military that way you can go in as an officer not a private. If this is the course that you choose. This is the only path that I know to help you in.   You say to me that I do not support you at all in this decision because you want to control other countries and give them freedom..................uuuhhhh.... Well........NO!!!! not when you put things in those terms I do not like how you talk for the way you want to take the other countries over...... you have an odd facination with hitler and that is not a good role model I don't think that you fully understand just exactly what type of a person he was and what he did to thousands of innocent people . Men,woman,children,babies it didn't matter to him he killed them all and for what!!!!!!! Because they were not his idea of a perfect human being!!!!!! He was a very twisted and sick man. Maybe you are just joking around when you talk about him and raise you arm in the air and say hail hitler you know that it upsets me and I do not like it.maybe that is why you do it I do not know. I don't like the way you pharse how you want to do things trying to help other countries is one thing but sounding like a totalitarian is another and that is what you sound like giving democrocy to smaller countries is a good idea but to be a good president you need to take a look at your own backyard. And help your own country first. There is plenty that a good president can do for his own country and as god is my witness if I have anything to do with it your views and how you want to do things will change for the better and you will be a great Democratic President!!!!!!!!!!!!....................... future world leader ..................... you need to take alot of things into consideration ............and yes you have struck a nerve with me I think that you can tell that. Tell me I am not a supportive mother .... You spoiled rotten little brat I think I gave you to much independance and free will to make up your own mind so that you would be strong minded and independant I have created a monster literally!!!!!!!!!!!!  Go ahead and leave your comment future world leader. I am interested in what you have to say and you know I will get back to you monday morning when I get home from work so you have allllllllllll weekend long to respond. { brat child }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111051040639577137?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111051040639577137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111051040639577137' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111051040639577137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111051040639577137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-telling-me-i-am-not-supportive.html' title='your telling me I am not a supportive mother!!!!!'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9930037.post-111043414365019689</id><published>2005-03-09T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:01:04.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future world leader</title><content type='html'>yes, you!!! here are somethings I thought that you might find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote Thomas Hobbes. " Every man is enemy to every man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas hobbes [ 1588-1679 ] was an english philosopher of political theory. He began his thinking by asking: Why do humans need government? His answer was that humans are naturally at war with each other. Only government forces people into a state of peace. Because humans are constantly fearful of what others might do to them, they submit to a government. He concludes that only artificial political systems can force people to cooperate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also two books in which I would like for you to find and read the first&lt;br /&gt;is titled 1984 the aurthor George Orwell. The tweentieth century began with hopes that humanity was progressing toward a greater democracy and justice. However after the destructiveness of Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union, many writers began to wonder whether individuals would be able to resist totalitarian governments in the future. And therefore Orwell wrote a novel . Winston is the hero of the novel,who has rebelled against " Big Brother " a future, all powerfull government. Winston is both tortured and brainwashed by O'Brien , who works for the government. One of Winston's  acts  of rebellion is his love affair with Julia. Winston face a twisted logic of the "Party" of Big Brother. Winston is being forced to give up his faith in human nature , in love , in logic and in truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are imagining that there is something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will turn against us. But we create human nature." ----- George Orwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second novel is titled Walden Two by B.F.Skinner Behavorist psychology is one of many schools of thought in the disipline of psychology. B.F. Skinner [1903-1990 ] led behaviorism for many years by doing research and by writing many popular books about behaviorism. The novel Walden Two tells the story of several visitors coming to an experimental community called Walden Two. The imaginary community was established by Frazier [ who represents the actual beliefs of Skinner] and others to show that behaviorist theories are correct. Life at Walden Two is carefully planned so that everyone "feels" free and happy. The idea is that humans can build thier own Utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Men are made good or bad and wise or foollish by the environment in which they grow." ----- B.F Skinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all of this tell me if your views are still the same. Or will you want to look at " Human nature " so to speak in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future World Leader you have a long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9930037-111043414365019689?l=theblondebrunette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/feeds/111043414365019689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9930037&amp;postID=111043414365019689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111043414365019689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9930037/posts/default/111043414365019689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondebrunette.blogspot.com/2005/03/future-world-leader.html' title='Future world leader'/><author><name>TheBlondeBrunette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04793264822764893637</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
