<?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-9223039977286292054</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:07:34.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Pooh Sticks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9223039977286292054.post-2768422214292481948</id><published>2008-04-18T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:28:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation!!</title><content type='html'>While I am still recovering from my last vacation :) I am so ready to go on another one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually already planning three more trips for this year!  The first will be in July/August for my yearly trip to Tennessee...LOVE the mountains!!  The second will be back to Ohio...with a larger group...back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OSR&lt;/span&gt; for the ghost hunt!  And the last is going to Cali with my friend Kate in October...Going to be SO MUCH FUN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next year I am going to go back to Vegas...with a different group of people!!  And the following March my friend Sarah and I are going on a cruise!!  We were going to plan it for our 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday but we decided that we didn't want to wait that long!!  :) So we are going to go the year we turn 35!!  She already has the whole thing picked out!!  Love that about her!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to add to my trips...?  I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geeked&lt;/span&gt; about my travel plans!!  Mostly because I have finally decided to just do what I want to do and not wait for people to decide to do things with me.  I have plenty of people who are willing to go with me and I have gone on my own enough to feel comfortable going on my own anywhere....in one week about 5 years ago I put 1400 miles on my car going to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and family!!!  And had a blast doing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicer weather here the last few days has really perked me up :) can you tell!!!  I want to go somewhere...I have the bug now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2768422214292481948?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2768422214292481948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2768422214292481948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2768422214292481948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2768422214292481948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-1196356192015537082</id><published>2008-04-14T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:53:13.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is gone and Crazy Cat Lady</title><content type='html'>I long for the carefree days of high school when I had a spring break and summers off.  When I could sleep in and didn't have to worry about having enough vacation time!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we celebrated my sisters 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday at my mom and dads with our first official cook out of the "summer".  It was cold and it rained...then it snowed...but we had grilled chicken and it was lovely!  Yesterday it was cold, not so cold, but cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't want to be outside in it.  My niece kept asking me to go out and play on her swing set at Grandmas...not a chance sister!!  We put together a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puzzle&lt;/span&gt; book instead.  :)  I tried to clean some of my house, got some of my laundry done, none of it hung up or folded but clean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; some of the house, cleaned up after the monsters, and then took a very long hot bath...now it's Monday.  Did you ever have one of those weekends where you had so much that you wanted to do but just didn't accomplish any of it!  That was me this weekend.  I wanted to get my bike out and take it to get the tires and such checked out so that I can start riding now that the weather is nicer.  I wanted to clean the bathrooms, the basement, pick up the crap that has been laying by our "front door" since Christmas.  I did manage to take a nap and put away the Christmas tree...DON'T JUDGE ME!!!!!!  (it wasn't decorated anymore, it just needed to be disassembled and  I just didn't have anywhere to put it in the basement) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having some friends over this weekend and I really need to get stuff cleaned up!  Guess you all know what fun and exciting things I have planned for this week!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the Crazy Cat Lady...because I know you all are wondering...I work with a girl, who makes me crazy, who apparently has nothing in her life but work and her cats.  You have to feel bad for her because of this but if you knew how truly annoying she was you wouldn't feel QUITE so bad.  We get these stupid emails about keep chatting to a minimum, don't stand around unless you are talking about work and so on...so EVERY DAY this girl stops at the managers desk in front of me and talks for what seems like hours, but in reality is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; 15 minutes, about what her cats did the night before...she knitted one a sweater, this one did a funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;somersault&lt;/span&gt;, that one about tripped her when she was making dinner...and she has one of those really high pitched squeaky voices.  They have been moving desks around here and moved our call center to another location, in another building, and they revealed that the manager she talks to all the time will be RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!!!  So keep an eye on the papers just in case I need legal council.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-1196356192015537082?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/1196356192015537082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=1196356192015537082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/1196356192015537082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/1196356192015537082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-is-gone-and-crazy-cat-lady.html' title='The weekend is gone and Crazy Cat Lady'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-2377337770303394235</id><published>2008-04-10T11:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:43:43.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....?</title><content type='html'>Now, I realize that I live in, what my manager calls, Boonie-Boonie Land...but I have seen several things the past few days that have made me shake my head in awe of my little town and ask WHAT...????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was on my way home...driving the 1/8 mile that is Main Street...and all of the sudden a herd of Cockier Spaniels came running across the road!!! Breaks were applied and cuss words were said...then suddenly I actually looked closer and realized that there were at least 10 dogs in this "herd"!!! And they all came from the same house!!! Now...I have three cats, one who we have just acquired thanks to my sister, and I have had the little one in her own room with her own litter box because Rocky and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; don't like her much and I worry they may eat her! :) I have been counting the days to the time when I can go back to keeping one litter box way down in the basement because I can't stand the smell...even clean litter makes me gag... My point...I can't imagine the smell that would be lingering from keeping 10 dogs in a house all winter!!! And I know that there are people who wash their pets regularly...these were not those pets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way home again...I had stopped at a rail road crossing to obey the law...whatever...and suddenly my car was attacked by four VERY LARGE turkeys!!! They flew from one side of the ditch to the other!! One nearly landed on my car!!! All I could think the rest of the way home was...how would you go about trying to explain that to your insurance co.??? Yes...I was hit by a turkey...no...I did not hit a turkey...I was hit by a turkey...am I covered for that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...there are a few ways to get home for me and last night I took the other way...as I crossed an intersection and headed towards the tractor shop...D &amp;amp; G Equipment now, we're moving up!!....I noticed a father and his children walking on the side of the road walking what looked like a dog...I drove past...had to avoid hitting my breaks and being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; befuddled...but did do a double take...they were walking a GOAT!!! Swear on the Bible... A GOAT!!!!! Again...I grew up on a farm and we had goats...they aren't bad with BBQ sauce, taste like chicken...but not in my wildest dreams would I have EVER taken Violet for a little stroll around the neighborhood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love where we live...it's close to my mom and dad...not to far from the highway and access to the rest of the world...but there are days I really worry about my neighbors!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2377337770303394235?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2377337770303394235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2377337770303394235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2377337770303394235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2377337770303394235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='What the....?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-5876332311893234791</id><published>2008-04-07T08:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:58:39.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGAS BABY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Some day I will learn that I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; traveling with Courtney...LOVE HER TO DEATH!!! But I can't travel with her! The next time I say I am going to go on a trip with her someone lock me in a closet until I come to my senses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...off to Vegas...Mind you this is my first time going and will be the last time I go with her! I am not saying that I am all that...but I am not, thankfully as high maintenance as she is...and will never be as hung up on appearances...now everyone...the big question here is she wonders why she can't find a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;...I get to her house at 4:30 am because Ben dropped me off on his way to work...she is still not packed...there is a pile of clothes and makeup on the floor next to her bag that I am thinking there is NO WAY she is going to fit all of that into her suitcase...I was right by the way...and she is still doing her hair. NOW...I am not saying that you shouldn't care about how you look but at 6am when you have to sit in an airport all day and have a 4 hour flight...slack up a little...you don't need the full makeup job when...and I quote...I just know I am going to have to wash my face when we get there because it always makes my skin feel nasty...so just opt for the basics...she finally gets packed and our ride to the airport shows up and we are off...Those of you who know me know I have some health issues and things that affect me in bad ways...I have arthritis in my back and knees due to the accident and not caring how I was sliding into second base for four years worth of softball, I get migraines in the sun due to another softball injury to my eye, I get hives on my face when I get stressed and my blood sugar is always low...meaning I have to eat small meals about every three hours...Courtney will go days without eating and thinks that having to eat on any sort of schedule is just ridiculous...you see where I am going with this right...SO WE Get to the airport and head to have breakfast before we take off...I got eggs and bacon...I figure load up on protein so I don't crash as fast and I get this...can't we just have a bagel and be fine...Our flight had a two hour delay...had I not had eggs for breakfast I may have shoved her off the Jet Way...we finally get to Vegas and she needs to get changed and fix her hair and makeup...because and again I quote...She cares about how she looks...oh yeah she said it...so two hours later we are all set to leave the hotel room and head about town and to the Haunted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Tour we had signed up to go to...in the worst section of town they could have possibly found...we finally found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; IS after an hour of Tram and walking time...it was actually supposed to be the Greek Isles Hotel...very nasty little hotel. Saw Wayne Newtons House and that's about it...the night was uneventful but fun...we walked so much I though my feet were going to fall off...got back to the hotel around 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...the 3rd...we get up and I wait and wait and wait while Courtney does her hair and makeup and then gets impatient with me because I want to get food before I find a way to push her out our hotel window...because again she would be fine just getting a bagel...I am seeing now that when traveling with Courtney you need to have a plan...can't just play it by ear because she has in mind things that she wants to do and gets upset and pouts when she doesn't get to do them. So were going off and about...we make a reservation for dinner that night and reserve a car for Friday because we wanted to go out and see Hoover Dam and go to this Red Rock place that the drunk women on the plane said we had to see. Which I was fine with...so we're off...shop a little...grab a snack...then head back to the hotel to sit by the pool for a little bit before we head to dinner. By pure luck we made it in time for our reservation had a great dinner then hit the clubs...We went to a really fun outdoor club and met four great guys!! Had way to much fun and WAY to much to drink...carried Courtney back to the hotel at 6am...way fun!!! Found out later the guys stopped by our hotel to hang out and we missed them...Courtney was so glad that we didn't know they were there because she didn't want them in our room and couldn't believe that they had shown up...note that remark for later it will prove interesting...I wish I had known...I had a great time...they were SO nice and all married and basically harmless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...remember we had rented a car for the day...yeah...Courtney didn't crawl out of bed until 11am...wasn't ready to leave the hotel until 2pm...we finally got to Hoover Dam at 4pm and NEVER got to go hiking at Red Rock...She was pissed! again because it was something she wanted to do and we didn't get to it. We ended going back to the hotel and getting ready to head out for the night...I got dressed fixed my hair, touched up my makeup...she was mad because none of the 25 shirts she packed were good enough to go out in then at 7:00 she says I need to lay down for a while...why don't you head to the casino for a while and I'll call you when I'm ready...at 8:20 she comes down stairs to leave... all upset because she got sick after the night before and really didn't want to go out but sulked along just because I wanted to go...I wanted to hit the clubs again because it was our last night in town and I wanted to have some fun....we went to a couple of bars and ran into the guys from Thursday night again...who she tried to duck the minute she saw them...because she would die if they saw her!! I ended up making sure we said hi because, again, they were very nice and had bought us a few drinks the night before and I thought it would be rude to just leave and not say thanks for that...at 2am I thought we should head back to the hotel because she was still not having any fun...almost got hit by a car trying to get this creepy old guy to quit following us back to the hotel...made it back there and went to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...our flight doesn't leave until 10pm!!! so we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of time to kill before the flight...spent 4 hours by the pool...got a little pink Probably the only person in MI with a natural sun burn!!! :) Went out to grab a few souvenirs that we didn't want to deal with earlier in the week...had to listen to her complain the whole time because she had to bring along all of her makeup, hair stuff, lotions and CRAP...so she could fix her hair after we went to the pool...I thought that's why she brought her hat!! anyway...our shuttle to the airport picked us up at 7:30 we sat at the airport going over our photos :) and our flight home left early...Got back to the big D 20 minutes ahead of schedule...and we all survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will say that I am sure that she is complaining about me to her friends at work because I am not as patient as I once was when it comes to some things...That being People who can point out all of your faults but not accept their own...people who can't chew with their mouth shut...people who insist that their way is the only way...and people who ask for advice then don't want to hear it...and my nephew who does things just because he knows it irritates me. I am not super good looking but I think I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with what I have. I am a genuinely nice person who loves to meet new people and make friends. There is just something about traveling with someone who is the exact opposite that makes me a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Vegas soon and maybe see more of the city and do all the cheesy touristy crap...in general not bad for my first trip there, definitely won't forget any of it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-5876332311893234791?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/5876332311893234791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=5876332311893234791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/5876332311893234791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/5876332311893234791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/04/vegas-baby.html' title='VEGAS BABY!!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-6742111864327466782</id><published>2008-01-25T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:06:14.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking...</title><content type='html'>I guess I should have known better than to think that I would keep up with my blog this year ;)&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have been really busy...just don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am...almost February and what a year it's been.  I won't bore you with all of the details but so far this counts down some of the people in my life...&lt;br /&gt;3 broken legs&lt;br /&gt;2 serious falls&lt;br /&gt;2 deaths&lt;br /&gt;1 cancer development&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S STILL JANUARY...really people, I love you all so be careful!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...I have just booked my first ever trip to Vegas...I am going in April!!  Can't wait.  I will warn you that I am going with my friend so watch for postings in April!!!  I am sure they won't disappoint!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got news that my cousin is having her first baby this fall...VERY happy for her...wish her very well.  My only thing is I hate hearing about this so early because any number of things can happen in the first few months...but we are thinking POSITIVE thoughts for her :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a raise at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moderately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; at keeping up with my friends.  I need to work a l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ittle&lt;/span&gt; harder at it though, branch out a little more if you will :)  I think about you all on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; basis but at the end of the day wonder where all the time went and think I'll do it tomorrow...and here we are...tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trying to lose weight thing is still not working for me.  I have started a core fitness class that is kicking my butt and I am getting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; at home at least twice a week.  My goal is to get back to the gym at least twice a week by the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February.  I think I'll get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch if you can --- hope to talk to you all soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-6742111864327466782?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/6742111864327466782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=6742111864327466782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/6742111864327466782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/6742111864327466782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-8620242228789579884</id><published>2008-01-03T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:31:55.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two...I'm on a roll!!!!</title><content type='html'>Since I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inclined&lt;/span&gt; to leave the warmth of my ever so cozy cube to venture out into the cold to grab lunch I am using this time to continue my goal to post more frequently -- Yeah me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I alone in that I am excited that the new seasons of Deadliest Catch and Ghost Hunters are starting soon.  They had a marathon on Discovery last weekend and I was so excited because that means that the new season will be starting soon!!!  And next week there are several new episodes of Ghost Hunters INTERNATIONAL!!!  They did one last season in Ireland...way cool!!  My drunken cousin, as I have now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dubbed&lt;/span&gt; her :), comes over on Wednesdays and we cook dinner and watch Ghost Hunters.  Way to much excitement!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I have decided that the road commissioner in Jackson County is a cheap, lazy, son of a motherless goat!!  Now let me say that I know I live in the middle of the middle of nowhere but COME ON!!!!  Last night I got home and had to floor the gas all the way down to my street through town and then gun it to make the corner!!  We got about 9 inches of snow on New Years Day...all of it still sitting on my street!!!  Compounded by the fact the the snow we had gotten the week prior was still on the street because they hadn't plowed that EITHER!!!  They haven't even salted...yes I know it only does you any good if the temperature is above 17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt; and average temp here the last week has been 7 but come on...then one has to think that it wouldn't help anyway because they would salt making a sloppy melted mess ... then they wouldn't plow!!!  I will move on now... :) Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For happier news...I finished the scarf I was knitting last night!!  It is a cream color...very soft and fluffy, very warm!!!  Loving it!!!  Then promptly started one for my niece who's birthday is in a few weeks :)  glutton for punishment I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a good new year so far!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-8620242228789579884?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/8620242228789579884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=8620242228789579884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8620242228789579884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8620242228789579884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-twoim-on-roll.html' title='Day Two...I&apos;m on a roll!!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-9186279568514535490</id><published>2008-01-02T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:23:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's to another New Year</title><content type='html'>I have been such a slacker about writing on this that I felt I should today to start the new year off on a good foot...so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very low key Thanksgiving...baked cookies for three days straight with the aid of my EXTREMELY hungover cousin (Carrie...can I do something besides the marshmallows...I can't watch them swirl in the pan...it's making me sick) had a fun night out with the girls for our Christmas party...played a fun new game but decided it would be much more interesting if one were smashed while playing...hosted Christmas breakfast for my family...got a lovely Kitchen Aid mixer from my  husband...spent New Years Eve at home watching Ben sleep on the couch and knitting a scarf that I am ready to be done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about what I can resolve for this year...nothing is coming to mind.  I could do the usual...lose weight...make more time for me...actually use my gym membership...keep up with my friends better...blah, blah, blah...I have thrown it all out the window.  I do OK for like a week then I have a million things come up I can't keep up with any of it and all of my good intentions go up like smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to this I resolve...&lt;br /&gt;            To wake up each morning and hope for good things&lt;br /&gt;            To take the stairs at work&lt;br /&gt;            To get Internet access at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the best I can do.  I wish you all a very happy new year and I hope to talk to you all more this year and keep in touch on a weekly basis...but I'm not making any promises :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-9186279568514535490?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/9186279568514535490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=9186279568514535490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/9186279568514535490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/9186279568514535490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-heres-to-another-new-year.html' title='So here&apos;s to another New Year'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-6266247158917014558</id><published>2007-11-12T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:57:26.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HI MY NAME IS CARRIE AND I AM A CARB ADDICT!!!</title><content type='html'>I have recently been bombarded with emails...which is ok...that my class is planning to hold a 15 year reunion...in June...  Now I have been trying to get back to my high school weight for some time now and have decided that it just isn't going to happen but going down a few pounds wouldn't break my heart...but why is it that when you  know that you have a somewhat stressful event approaching any plans of dieting go out the window??  I joke with my mom about how I have gained weight for her chemo...but she's done with that now...but  I have been... seriously ...binge eating for weeks now.  I go a few days and I am fine then all of the sudden we get another update about who is coming and who we still need to find...and I clean out my house!!!  Either I need to not worry about it and just not go or I need someone to teach me to eat through a straw for the next 6 months!!  If I can't suck it through a straw I can't eat it!  Yeah...that really won't work...I'd find a way to shove in a bagel!! This is so not going to be a fun couple of months!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-6266247158917014558?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/6266247158917014558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=6266247158917014558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/6266247158917014558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/6266247158917014558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-my-name-is-carrie-and-i-am-carb.html' title='HI MY NAME IS CARRIE AND I AM A CARB ADDICT!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-1145970412078793856</id><published>2007-10-31T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:44:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Halloween</title><content type='html'>My favorite Halloween "carol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a haunted house in town (in the town)&lt;br /&gt;Where all the ghosties gather round (gather round)&lt;br /&gt;Where the bats and cats and witches&lt;br /&gt;keep the skeletons in stitches&lt;br /&gt;as they sip their spider cider&lt;br /&gt;in the haunted house&lt;br /&gt;Beware, beware, beware, beware OH BEWARE&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, be careful and take care, oh beware&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the skeletons will get ya&lt;br /&gt;and the witches they will keep you&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to stay to long inside their haunted house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!! Splendid haunting to you all!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-1145970412078793856?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/1145970412078793856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=1145970412078793856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/1145970412078793856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/1145970412078793856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-spirit-of-halloween.html' title='In the Spirit of Halloween'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-7297927293479587087</id><published>2007-10-22T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:34:24.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday again already</title><content type='html'>I could swear that I was just here yesterday...and that isn't fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so much to do in the last few months and none of it is getting done.  I need a little magic elf to help me get things done when I am not home.  I keep trying to tell my cats that they need to start earning their keep but they just don't listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started out my weekend on a grand note and got half of my carpet in the basement area cleaned...then decided that I couldn't move anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; on my own and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a few loads of laundry and decided that I didn't like doing that either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started two books...not really into either of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Afghan&lt;/span&gt; for a little while decided it was to stinking hot to be sitting under a blanket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Monday...I had a very good weekend and I really enjoyed the weather but here we are and I want my weekend back.  I want to go back to sitting on the deck cooking my chicken dinner on the grill and trying to decide if I really like this book or if it should just go to the Garage Sale pile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you to old to lie on the floor and kick and scream to get your way???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-7297927293479587087?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/7297927293479587087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=7297927293479587087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7297927293479587087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7297927293479587087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-monday-again-already.html' title='It&apos;s Monday again already'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-3912899226892676828</id><published>2007-10-04T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:26:20.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to share...</title><content type='html'>No I don't have children of my own to share little stories about but I have niece and a nephew who never fail me when it comes to silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend my niece asked me to cut her hair for her...she doesn't like it to long...so we are standing in the bathroom at mom and dad's and she is squirming in front of the mirror.  I have to keep holding her still...don't know where she gets it from we were never that way when we were 5!!  Finally I say to her...Anna, you have to hold still or else I will not be able to get this cut straight...you have to many cowlicks and every time  you move they do too!  And I get whats a cowlick?  I explain that it's a way that your hair grows...then jokingly I say that they call it that because it looks like a cow came up to you and licked you on the head!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I get a call from my sister who is hysterical in tears...I just had to call you...Anna is in the bathroom combing her hair talking about her moo licks...I asked her what...and she replied you know...those things that aunt Carrie said I have in my hair...moo licks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stinking cute for words...but my poor sister was on the floor laughing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-3912899226892676828?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/3912899226892676828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=3912899226892676828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3912899226892676828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3912899226892676828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-have-to-share.html' title='I just have to share...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-7975557462253476896</id><published>2007-10-01T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:22:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And people actually ask me why I don't have kids...</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy -- wasn't it just January and didn't I JUST put away the Christmas tree???  I was out shopping this weekend and realized that there were Christmas decorations everywhere...and I am pretty sure that they have been there for a few weeks...I have just been in denial about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying as the smell of twigs and leaves makes it way through my house that the holidays are upon us AGAIN...For those of us in Michigan you know I mean Deer Season!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow season has begun and I am officially single until Jan 1.  I may see my dear husband in passing but for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; few months...he will be useless.  I hate deer season...I don't eat venison, I have no tolerance for muddy boots tracking crap through my house and I truly do not like having to make sure that his "dirt scented dryer sheets" stay stocked for the laundry and that the baking soda is always full so that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to buy special soap...1 like he would go get it for himself and 2... don't ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get along fine and all but I have this problem with half finished crap...biggest piece of crap I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to currently would be my house.  We have lived here for a year and I STILL have yet to get floors finished trim put up and walls finished being painted.  Mostly because someone has decided that we need to change colors on the walls in several rooms but doesn't want to go get the paint and crap to do it.  So I have decided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I am going to start doing stuff and if someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like it...tough cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant but most of you who know me know that my entire childhood and part of my adult like was spent in a house where my dad was always working on a room...drywall was half put up, still is, floors were unfinished and there is still MUCH to be done there.  I made my darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; me that if he started a project that it would be finished in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;timely&lt;/span&gt; manor...has yet to happen...because I had spent a good share of my life under construction and refused to do it now.  I am now getting truly frustrated because now we have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; undertaking in the form of a sewer project that is coming through the town in January.  I am not looking forward to this in the least and can only imagine what this will do to my yard and house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for the whine but as hunting starts again and I look around my house at all of the unfinished projects I can't help but feel a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; at the fact that he is to tired to help me paint all summer but he'll go from work to the woods and sit there all night waiting for the "big one".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-7975557462253476896?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/7975557462253476896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=7975557462253476896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7975557462253476896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7975557462253476896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-people-actually-ask-me-why-i-dont.html' title='And people actually ask me why I don&apos;t have kids...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-3553089951665061391</id><published>2007-09-27T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:08:50.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have happened this month</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy this month I didn't even think of posting so I thought I would give you all a quick update on what has been going on.  So far this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Anna started Kindergarten and she is so excited, they get recess AND a snack, so far as she can tell she has it WAY better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; David :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mom finished her chemo treatments and will start her radiation on Monday (10/1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I went to the Michigan--Penn State Game, so much fun...way to many people.  You only get 12 inches of seat to sit a 14 inch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I turned 32 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fan fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My nephew has started his pee wee football season and I have attended each game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am restarting my home improvements, hopefully I will continue this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have been working much overtime, Saturdays included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;battery&lt;/span&gt; died in my car stranding me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt;, thankfully my dad was home and mom had a spare battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We had dinner with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in-laws&lt;/span&gt;, would rather have given blood.  Decided I am going to write a book on ALL of the things you can't do unless you have kids, for those of you without kids let me tell you that the more time I spend with the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;" the more I learn what I am doing that I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have been on a fluff reading kick lately.  I have read books 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 8 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; Plum Series (any fluff readers will know what I am talking about) I have 1-9 in the series and there are 13 total...I told my husband that I can't buy anymore until I get something else done because all I do is sit and read!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have lost 9 pounds on my new diet this month.  It's slow but at least I am a loser :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am almost finished with ONE of the blankets I have been crocheting for the last year...I have two more rounds left on the skein I am using then I just have to do the edge!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that nearly sums up my month.  I am sure that I am forgetting something but I wanted to say hey to you all and that I hope you had a good September...here's to a great Fall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-3553089951665061391?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/3553089951665061391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=3553089951665061391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3553089951665061391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3553089951665061391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-have-happened-this-month.html' title='Things that have happened this month'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-46329326812467517</id><published>2007-08-29T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:08:17.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 12 Jobs</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Matt has tagged me to relive the horror that was has been my employment history...so here goes...buckle up boys...it's a bumpy ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cowden&lt;/span&gt; Chevrolet...Leslie, MI...file B*%&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;I worked summers with for my mom filing, writing car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PO's&lt;/span&gt; and typing up titles so we could get plates for cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gibbs Berry Farm...Onondaga, MI...Berry Picker!&lt;br /&gt;You got it...I spent one very fun summer, actually, working outdoors following all of the old ladies up and down giant rows of strawberries picking the berries that they did not deem worthy of their jams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. H&amp;amp;R Block...Jackson, MI...evening receptionist&lt;br /&gt;I spent 5 years working as the evening receptionist for the H&amp;R Block office at the Sears in Jackson...as a result I don't care if you filed for a "rapid refund", as they were called back in the day, and you want your money now...the IRS '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; gonna let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; have it if you owe them money dumb butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tru&lt;/span&gt;-green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chemlawn&lt;/span&gt; Lawn Care...Jackson, MI...Phone Solicitor&lt;br /&gt;HATED THIS JOB...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meijer&lt;/span&gt;...the shifty takers...Men's Department...CHRISTMAS 1993!!!&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I don't miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;REfolding&lt;/span&gt; sweaters and it is my firm belief that you should not be allowed in a store during the holidays unless you have done time behind the counter...because people are rude and ungrateful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Polly's Market...VCL...cashier&lt;br /&gt;I tried working here while in college...couldn't do it for long...I worked until midnight and the area wasn't great...my manager used to stand at the door and watch me walk to my car...not escort...watch...very generous of them I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Elder-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beerman&lt;/span&gt; Stores Inc...Jackson, MI...Home Dept&lt;br /&gt;I worked here while in college and a year post grad...I can tell you that if you say that your towels don't absorb that you are using to much fabric softener and that Egyptian cotton smells like a wet camel!!! And that the heavier the pan the better it's gonna cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gallant Transport...Jackson, MI...Dispatcher&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go in and get the office set up for the girls who came on at 8am so that they could just start making calls on loads and get our drivers out...they didn't like me doing that because it meant they had to work...I was already working two other jobs...I was doing it as a favor to the owner...I told him it wasn't going to work out and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. United Magazine....Book Division...Jackson, MI... Data Processor&lt;br /&gt;I was working the good life...for all of 6 months then they moved the book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt; to OHIO!!! I did data entry for the buyers to set up stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. U of M...Law School....Ann Arbor, MI&lt;br /&gt;8 years of beating my head against a wall trying to get ahead and because my boss had a chip on her shoulder, because a student!!! told her that I hated working for her...which was true...but I would have NEVER said such a thing to one of our students, they kindly asked me to look for a new job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fortin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chunko&lt;/span&gt;, PC...Lansing, MI...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you what my job was at this place because it changed once a week. I was here for 10 months and found a new job so that I could stand going to work in the morning. I really should know better than to work for small companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Jackson National Life....Lansing, MI...Data Processor&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my own office anymore...can't send emails as much...can't post on the old blog as much as I would like...but it's a steady job....work is constant...and I like the people here...just a whole stinking lot to try to remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Matt for making me relive all of that, you're lucky I love you!!!...and now we'll see how many of you read this by saying that Becky....Tag...you're it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-46329326812467517?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/46329326812467517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=46329326812467517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/46329326812467517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/46329326812467517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-12-jobs.html' title='My 12 Jobs'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-2006858507458324444</id><published>2007-07-30T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:04:51.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts I can deal with...but BATS!!!  no...no thank you.</title><content type='html'>So...the ghost hunt was fun.  We had a good time.  Got some cool photos and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EVP's&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't show you my photos unless you visit me because the place is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;copyrighted&lt;/span&gt;.  bummer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the place at 7:30...just in time...and checked in.  They break you into groups and tell you all the rules...go here, not there, no photos can be taken of the prison behind them...so on.  Then you are on your own.  You can stay as long as you want go to your car as much as you want but once you leave the gate you are done for the night.  We made it to 2:30...and Courtney only had to fix her hair twice!!  I kept saying...honey...we're her to hunt ghosts...not men...she didn't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have made it longer had I not been the target of several bats with an apparent agenda...that included scaring the holy crap out of me at every turn of the hallway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ghosts&lt;/span&gt; I can deal with...I got no problem with them...hi how are ya...how's that whole after life treating ya?  I'm cool with the whole idea that we are not alone here...BATS I AM NOT COOL WITH.  Winged rodents are not cute, they are not at all on my list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuddliest&lt;/span&gt; critters and I do not enjoy being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smacked&lt;/span&gt; in the head by them.  Therefore...our hunt ended after the third attempt on my  life.  I would go back...but with body armor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one super cool photo, one that I have to look at closer, and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EVP&lt;/span&gt; that we found while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to the tape on the way home...that we got while we were walking up a staircase to the TB Ward/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infirmary&lt;/span&gt;...and we know we were the only ones there...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CREEPY&lt;/span&gt;!!  But very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recommend it...I would do it again...we are actually thinking about making a ghost hunt a summer tradition...pick a new location each year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2006858507458324444?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2006858507458324444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2006858507458324444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2006858507458324444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2006858507458324444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/07/ghosts-i-can-deal-withbut-bats-nono.html' title='Ghosts I can deal with...but BATS!!!  no...no thank you.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-7981499172437727971</id><published>2007-07-27T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:15:06.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sure I need more sleep...but that will have to wait</title><content type='html'>OK...first...the new job is going well.  I feel like I am getting the hang of what I am starting on...and now I'll have to move to something new!  No...but really...I'm waiting for it.   I am still very confused on the basics around here but that is because the girl who was "training" me left to a new job the week I started...so she was trying to wrap up her work and train me...and apparently left out some important details... I am discovering this slowly.  Hopefully things get better in that respect, I am sure they will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whirlwind&lt;/span&gt; of a month.  I have been to Tennessee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Houghton&lt;/span&gt; Lake, and this weekend I am going to Ohio!  I am going on an overnight ghost hunt...roll your eyes if you will but I LOVE this stuff!!!  And am pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geeked&lt;/span&gt; about it and think it will be a great time.  I am going with Courtney...wish me luck...but there are no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hotels&lt;/span&gt; involved and we have a set deadline on this trip so I may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is Relay For Life...my chosen cause :)...and I am probably going to be at the park most of the time.  Mom is walking in the survivor lap!  Which makes me happy!  She has finished her chemo...8 weeks ahead of schedule...and now has to move onto the steroid/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt;/other stuff stage which will go for another 8 weeks.  She has to learn how to use insulin because her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; said that this stage will play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;.  But she is excited that her treatments are going faster than expected and that she may be done by the holidays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After next weekend my summer slows down a little...I'm pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;geeked&lt;/span&gt; about that...I can't wait to be able to sleep in my own bed on a weekend and sleep in!!!  I haven't seen the garden at mom &amp; dad's in a few weeks and am sure it is a mess to reckoned with!  It's where bad weeds go to die.   I just wish that I could convince my dad that we don't really need to plant the whole thing every year!  Won't happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to let you all know how the hunt goes and what I see!! I hope to see something...the big joke with Courtney and I is that they give everyone pizza and pop at midnight....if we live that long!!!  We'll probably scare ourselves to death before a ghost does!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-7981499172437727971?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/7981499172437727971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=7981499172437727971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7981499172437727971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7981499172437727971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sure-i-need-more-sleepbut-that.html' title='I am sure I need more sleep...but that will have to wait'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-8747364152352636216</id><published>2007-07-20T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:29:06.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you live on 13 hours of sleep????</title><content type='html'>So many of you may or may not know that I went to Tennessee for a wedding last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gone for 5 days...I drove 10 hours...by myself...to spend time with my cousin, her sister and various others of her relatives before the wedding. I was expecting chaos, stress and a wee bit of tension...I got so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...I woke up, finished packing and hit the road around 10am...drove, drove, drove...got to Knoxville around 8pm. Had dinner, distracted Leah while her sister and aunt put the finishing touches on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; garb, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; hat that we made her wear Thursday night, and went to bed...after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; debate on who was sleeping where...as always. (5 hours of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...we all got up and went to get our nails done, this was fun...who can have a bad time drinking wine at 10am!!! After the nails Leah, her sister and I went to the mall so she could buy her makeup for the wedding...we all got our eyes done at the Mac counter and had a fun time...we then went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maralyn&lt;/span&gt;...in intimate apparel...who was going to help Sis find a new bra to help her dress....whereupon I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accosted&lt;/span&gt; and was "helped" to pick out a bra that "gave me a better waistline"...in the middle of the department...that, of course, has video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt;. We then drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; where we got dressed and went to dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Linebergers&lt;/span&gt; Seafood, which I highly recommend and not just because my cousin is the head chef there...he's also the general manager :), but for real they have great food!! , and then to see a stage show called Sweet Fanny Adams, again, cute...I recommend it once...maybe twice... We then went back to our chalet and went to bed. Now I am a country girl born and raised...but I HATE bugs...and there were bugs all over the floor in this chalet...I did not sleep because I felt them "crawling" on me. (1 hour of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...we got up and Leah and her sister were hungover so we sat in the chalet all day recovering...got ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;...and ensuing dinner...they went to the church...I tried to nap but ended up taking a long hot shower! There was apparently a sleep ban in effect that I was not aware of!...After dinner I got to sleep on a bunk bed...sort of. (4 hours of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...I got up and ran out the door...met some of my aunts and hit a few of the malls...just because I needed to get out of the house for a while lest I lose my mind. Leah has turned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bridzilla&lt;/span&gt;, her mom is going crazy, Grandma is following everyone around because she needs to know what's going on at ALL TIMES... the wedding and reception were nice. Went back to the chalet and was moved to YET ANOTHER bed so I "could get a better nights sleep" where I had to share a king size bed with Aunt N...who kicks and snores... (3 hours of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....woke up at 7:30...crawled out of bed and into my car...couldn't get home soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun but I want to go back when I can enjoy it more and leave the cabin. I am still recovering from lack of sleep...I think I am finally getting caught up!!! Next time I stay at a hotel!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-8747364152352636216?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/8747364152352636216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=8747364152352636216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8747364152352636216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8747364152352636216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-live-on-13-hours-of-sleep.html' title='Can you live on 13 hours of sleep????'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-2996894232880381201</id><published>2007-06-12T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:56:08.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH ME!!!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!!  I just had to share my good news with you all!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job!  I start in a week!!  I am so excited to have a steady stream of work to do!  You just have no idea!!  I will miss the people I have gotten to know here but I am excited to be moving on to other things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little happy dance!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2996894232880381201?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2996894232880381201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2996894232880381201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2996894232880381201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2996894232880381201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-me.html' title='YEAH ME!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-4947286679227639048</id><published>2007-06-11T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:42:10.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...nothing but Ex-lax and water 'til prom!"</title><content type='html'>I have struggled with weight loss my whole life.  I grew up on a farm so it's not like I sat around all day.  Rode my bike every chance I had.  Played sports.  Yet I was always a little heavier than I liked.  Since high school, and I am sure others can relate, I have put on serious weight and now I am at a plateau of sorts...I can't lose it but I have hovered at the same 10 pounds for the last two years.  I spent the whole weekend out running around, working with mom and dad, planting the garden, entertaining visiting family...didn't drop and ounce!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maddening&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party I am hosting this week for my cousins bridal shower...I am going to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt;!  Not really, I like food to much to not eat!,  but I have given myself a deadline to get back on track!  I hate diets...but something has to work...I already drink diet soda, thanks to Ben, I eat salads twice a day...and I have never used tons of dressing...I exercise, but this is where I think I need to step it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know my biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; is that I am tired of not being able to find cute cloths that don't make you look pregnant or that are just plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ill fitting&lt;/span&gt;!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; industry and their lack of caring about how big girls look!  We want cute things too!  I don't approve of the cap sleeve....I hate that they think that every one who wears plus sizes is 4 ft tall and weighs 400 pounds...I don't get wild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;patterns&lt;/span&gt; that just draw attention...and I don't know WHY they insist on making tube tops and halters with "built in support" (my butt) for plus sizes, because it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encourages&lt;/span&gt; people to go out in public looking like trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck...I have tried it all...but I will try again!!  I shall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prevail&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-4947286679227639048?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/4947286679227639048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=4947286679227639048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/4947286679227639048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/4947286679227639048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-but-ex-lax-and-water-til-prom.html' title='&quot;...nothing but Ex-lax and water &apos;til prom!&quot;'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-2324548764860513465</id><published>2007-06-05T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:43:29.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to rewind to Saturday to get a good head start...</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here thinking that about everything I have to do in the next few days...and I am tired just thinking about it! And now I have people staying with me this weekend!!! Which is fine, it's my cousin who I am hosting a bridal shower for next weekend...she lives in Tennessee...and her fiance, but now everything I had planned to do little by little over the next week has been moved forward dramatically! Not to mention that somewhere in there I have to find time to plant a garden for my dad...but did I mention that my dads idea of a garden is half an acre of tomato plants alone!! I think that I am feeling a little peckish!! (cough, cough, sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...let us not forget that I have to go check on mom and dad at the store on Saturday night to see if they need a break, get my hair cut Saturday morning, AND I have been cornered into a dinner out with friends that I do each year when Ben is gone on his fishing trip...guess when that is!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a job interview on Thursday that I would appreciate a few good thoughts from y'all at about 2:30 (est) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to formulate my plan of attack and get to work!! Could you imagine if I had kids too!! I would need professional help...I am pretty sure!  What I really want to do is go back about 15 years to when I had the summers off and not a care in the world!   My sisters and I have been joking with Mom about how we've been so stressed that we're putting on weight for her Chemo!  I just wish it would be as easy to lose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2324548764860513465?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2324548764860513465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2324548764860513465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2324548764860513465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2324548764860513465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-need-to-rewind-to-saturday-to.html' title='I just need to rewind to Saturday to get a good head start...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-2369129487109810776</id><published>2007-06-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:24:14.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!! And so did she!</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that the weekend went well. Nothing I wasn't expecting. We, of course, left late on Friday and of course there was construction...but neither was that bad. Let me give you the rundown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...8:15am...We had talked and decided to leave 8-8:30am...I arrived at her house, she was not ready to go...not finished packing...not dressed...hair not done... She had done a load of laundry that morning and the drain hose fell out of the tub and got water on her basement floor. Mind you most people would have just mopped up best they could and turned on a fan to finish the job and move on...no. We had to mop up 98% of the water...because she just knew that if she left it OVERNIGHT she would end up with mildew! So we got on the road at 9:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00(noonish) we arrived at our destination. Spent 20minutes in the parking lot while she checked her makeup and hair...and got her bag of stuff to take in...then we go in and use the restrooms...another hair check...and we are off to the rides. We went on like 7 or 8 rides...except I can't go on the high ones...she won't go on the spinney ones so we were limited...After 6.5 hours at the park she was ready to leave...so we headed back to the hotel to get cleaned up and head out to dinner. Got to the hotel at 6:30pm...left for dinner at 8pm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...7:30am we wake up and start getting stuff around I decide that I am going to let her shower first because she takes longer to get ready!?!??!! So 8am she showers...10am we leave the hotel to find a bagel...because that's all she needs...can you say all we have had to eat on this trip thus far are carbs...then head off to the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...noonish...we arrive at the Zoo...after a hair check we are off and moving. The Zoo is much different than I remember...considering I haven't been in 20 years...Some of the exhibits were closed because mama's had just had babies...some were under construction...some we didn't go into because you had to pay an extra fee!! So we were on the express tour anyway. Stopped at a cafe and had a snack then decided we were at the end of our tour and headed for home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it's because I am married and not constantly worried about what people may think of me???? Or if I have always been a low maintenance person???? (outwardly speaking) Or if I just think that it's plain ridiculous to spend two hours doing your hair and makeup to go to Cedar Point or the Zoo to walk around and get all hot and sweaty?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...we made it home without incident. I got cleaned up...tossed laundry in the basement and spent the evening on the couch with the boys (my cats) because by the time we got home it had started to rain so there was no point in going out to check on my plants or do anything in the yard. Sunday we had an last minute birthday party for my sister, I say last minute because we had scheduled said birthday cake festivities for next weekend but we had to change them at the last minute thanks to some people and their lack of caring for anyone but themselves. ANYWAY!! Then I cleaned up a little around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good weekend...weather was good until we got home and that's all that counts...if I get any good photos back I may try my hand at posting them :)...we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-2369129487109810776?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/2369129487109810776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=2369129487109810776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2369129487109810776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/2369129487109810776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-made-it-and-so-did-she.html' title='I made it!!! And so did she!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-8238219230693492744</id><published>2007-05-31T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:56:36.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Therapy Session</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday...my Friday here at work...and I am so glad that I don't have to come in here tomorrow. The only thing I am not looking forward to is the trip this weekend. Actually I am...I have not been to Cedar Point since the year I got married, so it will be fun...but Lord help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should explain...I am going to be spending the next three days in a car, at various intervals, with my friend...who I love dearly...who is a bit shall we say, unaware of her own quirks. For example, she has a friend out of state who she will go visit for a weekend then come back and complain for a week about how they are always late for this and that, dinner reservations, church, trains...etc. Yet she remains blissfully unaware that when you say I'll pick you up at 6 so we can make our 6:30 reservations that you arrive at 5:55 to pick her up and she is still getting dressed, or she has to dry her hair, finish putting on makeup, or she got a phone call and instead of saying I am late for whatever she talks to them for 20 minutes and then makes you, the person she had plans with who has been patiently waiting for her, late. It takes her 5 minutes to put on chap stick and she has to do her hair to go to the gym. She can tell you everything about all of her friends and family that makes her crazy...yet has no idea that she is guilty of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I have NEVER claimed to be perfect, infallible, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quirkless&lt;/span&gt; (yeah it's not a word...get over it)...but it makes me crazy to travel with her. Why then, you ask, do I put myself through this? Because she likes to go places and so do I and we don't always have anyone else to go with. So I suck it up and bite my tongue when she isn't driving the speed limit because she is trying to check her eyeliner in the mirror, while she takes 15 minutes to primp, even though we JUST left her house, before we can get out of the car at a restaurant, when we are out and about and haven't eaten for 10 hours and she just wants to grab an ice cream because she isn't that hungry...but can't understand why she just can't lose weight, and when she has to talk on the phone, while she is at dinner with me, to the same stupid men that don't want anything from her but a one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; every now and again and then can't understand why she doesn't have a boyfriend!!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...I think that she is a good person, who would bend over backwards to help anyone that needed it, but if you live in the Ohio area or are planning a trip that way this weekend and see a cute red head walking on the side of the highway stop and give her a lift because I threw her out of the car and went home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-8238219230693492744?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/8238219230693492744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=8238219230693492744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8238219230693492744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8238219230693492744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-therapy-session.html' title='Thursday Therapy Session'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-7184319868213214921</id><published>2007-05-30T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:30:55.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of fellowship</title><content type='html'>My friend Becky had a bit of a rant yesterday and I just thought that in the spirit of fellowship I would let her know that she is not alone...with the following tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a warm July afternoon when Carrie finished hauling all of the boxes from the old house to the new one...it was her third trip that day but now all that was left was the furniture and some clothes, and a few things in the kitchen.  She had been working away at the houses, while her loving Ben was at work all day, painting, scrubbing floors, tearing out carpet, washing walls, stripping wall paper, cleaning carpets...Then they sold the old house and moved totally into the new one, which was and still is a work in progress, work continued until a balmy October morn when archery season opened and suddenly he was to busy to finish laying the new floors and tacking down trim.  Now, once again, Carrie is back to scrubbing and painting and washing while Ben "organizes" the garage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other stories...if he doesn't have socks in his drawer where are they???   Do I have any clean jeans???  Why didn't' you get that at the store??  He recently found out that he is diabetic...we can't have this and that and that in the house anymore...no regular pop...no chips...low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; bread only...(mind you I have LOW blood sugar)  AND...the all time killer...He goes on a fishing trip every year in June with his uncle...they go for a week have a great time...good for them... This week I am going with a friend to Cedar Point on Friday and won't be coming back until Saturday...I get..."but that means you won't be home to pack my bag on Friday." !!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please know that you are not alone...we all want to know where that Freaking Fairy Godmother is and why on earth some men are so helpless!!!  (for those of you of the male persuasion who may be reading this...note that I said SOME...I know that not all of you are domestically challenged!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-7184319868213214921?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/7184319868213214921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=7184319868213214921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7184319868213214921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/7184319868213214921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-spirit-of-fellowship.html' title='In the spirit of fellowship'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-205078403841260025</id><published>2007-05-29T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:56:50.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>So...all in all my weekend went fairly smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I spent the morning cleaning my house then loaded my car and headed to the laundry mat...where I only left one blanket!...met a friend for lunch and then went home to work on dinner and discover that I was sans one blanket :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I awoke at the armpit of AM to drive to my parents store where I met my mom and her sister...my aunt...and drove them to Chelsea for part two of the cancer procedure for mom...part three begins on June 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Returned to the store and worked with dad for the rest of the day because he shouldn't be there alone on a holiday weekend. Left there at 5pm and went home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crash&lt;/span&gt; on the sofa...because I was SO tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to mom and dads for a little while then had to run to town to grab a few groceries for the candle/fundraiser party sis and I were doing...that no one bothered to show up for...then I drove from one side of the county to the other and back again with Ben for an open house for one of his cousins...saw mom-in-law who introduced Ben to everyone but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidental&lt;/span&gt; forgot to mention me...it was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday got up way to early to run and get groceries for the cook out we were having at mom and dads...had lunch with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...came home and worked on the house a little more...laundry, put up a new blind in the living room that doesn't sound like you are pulling the fur off a cat backwards when you open it...and worked on crochet project #3 for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to the Memorial Day parade with my sisters and dad to see David carry the flag for the local Boy Scout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Troop&lt;/span&gt;...he is so serious it's nearly funny...visited with my Aunt Francis...who is truly to cute for words, she is nearly 90 and blind as a bat but she still runs around the house like she is on a mission...my sisters and I always joke about my grandma and her sisters and how that is going to be us in 20 years...they are a hoot! Then I came back to town...stopped at the laundry mat in hopes that my blanket was still there!!!...ran to get some more plants...because I didn't have enough in my mind...and pick up a few pots from my friend who painted me, in bright colors, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terracotta&lt;/span&gt; pots to plant my veggies in :) Then I killed myself planting the rest of the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all had a good weekend as well. I could have had a little more sunshine and been very happy with it but I'll take what I can get :) You can't be overly picky with the weather when you live in Michigan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-205078403841260025?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/205078403841260025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=205078403841260025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/205078403841260025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/205078403841260025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-3428613318810334991</id><published>2007-05-23T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:30:55.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't there supposed to be a long relaxing weekend in May?</title><content type='html'>I had promised myself that I was going to make time for me this summer...and I have to a point, I have some trips planned and some events scheduled to attend...but here we are coming up on a long weekend...and I am so busy I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few extra days off just so I could get some things done around the house...not looking so good for home improvements :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I need to take all of our bedding to the Laundromat because I have tried to wash blankets in my washer...and I really don't like having to spend three days drying up my basement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wanted to get started on some painting projects and deep cleaning that my house is in desperate need of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I need to take mom to get the port for her chemo treatments...she is doing great by the way...and that will kill much of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I am helping my sister with a fund raiser for the ACS Relay for Life...then Ben and I have an open house to go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we will have a cook out at my parents...mom and dad have a store and they will be there all day on Monday...we always celebrate holidays on Sunday mornings :) anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Monday my nephew, the boy scout, is in the Memorial Day Parade so guess where Aunt Carrie has to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I LOVE spending time with my family but I like my me time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in that spirit...I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, whether you be camping, traveling out of state of just staying home by the BBQ. Happy and safe holiday to you all!! Enjoy the long weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-3428613318810334991?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/3428613318810334991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=3428613318810334991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3428613318810334991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/3428613318810334991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-there-supposed-to-be-long-relaxing.html' title='Isn&apos;t there supposed to be a long relaxing weekend in May?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-8128398583027017086</id><published>2007-05-21T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:16:41.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in...3...2...1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can tell that summer is closing in...slowly...Not by the trees or flowers...Not from the 86 degree forecast that looms for the next few days...No no...I can tell because EVERY SINGLE STREET, HIGHWAY, AVENUE, BLVD, PARKING LOT, INTERSECTION IS CLOSED, TORN UP, DOWN TO ONE LANE, OR THERE ARE ORANGE BARRELS PERCHED ON THE EDGE OF THE ROAD!!!  JUST WAITING THEIR TURN!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I ever mentioned to anyone that I really don't like construction??  Just in case there lies any doubt...I don't.  Sadly though, it is not the actual construction that I have the issue with...it's mankind as a whole.  I will admit that there are times when I am not the most courteous driver and I get impatient when I get stuck behind "driving Ms. Daisy" when I am needing to be somewhere...BUT...I always pay attention and react early to construction notices.  BECAUSE...if we all were just a little more outwardly thinking we could reduce the amount of time we spend going THREE MILES AN HOUR because some jerk has to be one car ahead of you!  Doesn't matter that he still is going THREE!!  He is ahead of you...and that's what really counts.   I just get very flustered when I am trying to be nice and merge over to whatever lane I need to be in and people are speeding past me almost hitting me because they know if they can just get one more car ahead of you they will WIN!!!!  Because apparently it is some sort of race that I am not aware of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for letting me whine for a little bit.  I needed that :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-8128398583027017086?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/8128398583027017086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=8128398583027017086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8128398583027017086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8128398583027017086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-in321.html' title='Summer in...3...2...1'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-999001242129438345</id><published>2007-05-18T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:31:55.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a little prayer...for anyone</title><content type='html'>There has been so much going on in my life lately that I sometimes forget that there are others out there who have it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who is recovering from pancreatic cancer...that they can't totally cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is recovering from a total radical mastectomy...which they are sure removed all the cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend D is still getting over losing her husband last summer to a heart attack.  Which left her alone with no source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great friend who just made it through a very rough pregnancy and has a beautiful baby boy to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People losing jobs, spouses, parents or someone you know is just having a bad day...sometimes you just get so caught up in your own life and asking for help for you that you forget to remember those around you and ask for blessings and hope for them.  So today I ask that you, at the risk of breaking into song, say a little prayer for someone you know...because we could all use a little extra help every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!  Be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-999001242129438345?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/999001242129438345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=999001242129438345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/999001242129438345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/999001242129438345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/say-little-prayerfor-anyone.html' title='Say a little prayer...for anyone'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-4904872851884627296</id><published>2007-05-16T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:04:44.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It can just stay warm for a while now...</title><content type='html'>Now I am not a warm weather person by any means but I have always said that people should only be allowed to complain about one season... I pick winter...  So I can't say that 54 degrees is awful, but it was 82 yesterday.  I like 82...I am tired of wearing sweaters and jeans.  I want to dig to the back of my closet and find my cute summer tops and c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apri's&lt;/span&gt; and wear them with sandals!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is by no means cold enough to frost anymore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;, but I just want warm to stay around for a few days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-4904872851884627296?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/4904872851884627296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=4904872851884627296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/4904872851884627296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/4904872851884627296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-can-just-stay-warm-for-while-now.html' title='It can just stay warm for a while now...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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-9223039977286292054.post-8977957709127343946</id><published>2007-05-15T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:44:38.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>As my first blog entry I decided to go for the basic. So here you have 10 facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am married, nearly 8 years, to my high school sweetheart. No kids yet, much to the disappointment of everyone we know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I live in the same small town I grew up in and love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I worry a great deal about things I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have discovered that I am not sure what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to be outdoors, gardening, walking, biking, lounging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am an arts and crafts addict. I have more projects in progress than you really want to know about...just ask me how many blankets I am crocheting!!!  I think I currently have three in progress...sheesh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I let myself become frustrated, defeated and overwhelmed very easily and that leads to putting things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have many people who I am close to and I am thankful for that support base on many occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am a reality TV junkie...even though Survivor stunk up the TV this season I was there every Thursday night!!! And just because I have to get up at 5:30am during the week does not stop me from staying up until 11pm on Mondays to watch the Bachelor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am very friendly and sometimes generous to a fault...which makes me a very busy person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have 10...somewhat informative...facts about me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9223039977286292054-8977957709127343946?l=carrieann917.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/feeds/8977957709127343946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9223039977286292054&amp;postID=8977957709127343946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8977957709127343946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9223039977286292054/posts/default/8977957709127343946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieann917.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 Things About Me'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04901755402347659778</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></feed>
