<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-05-17_13.22/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fimsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fFriends%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>♥~♥such fragile moments we share♥~♥: Friends</title><description /><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catFriends</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:00:38 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:00:38 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>-1179925278267890796</live:id><live:alias>imsoskrumshz</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Waiting by the phone...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21669.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Today Eva gets induced. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I think it’s so cool cause we know that the baby is coming, we just aren’t sure if it will be today or tomorrow by the time that she arrives cause the hospital still hasn’t called her to tell her to come in. When I left their house (which I just did) they still had not agreed on a name but have been trying ot pick one out all day. I understand cause we haven't really decided 100% either, especially in the middle name department. It is driving me mad waiting for the hospital to call them in. I can only imagine how they feel. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Maybe it won’t end up being until tomorrow? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Man all this waiting makes me tired. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Going to have a nap!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Waiting+by+the+phone...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21669.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21669.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:18:05 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>21</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21669/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21669.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-07-12T20:18:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Unsure...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19368.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Last night we went to see my friend in the hospital and when we got there she as nowhere to be found. We walked around the whole place looking for her; the nurses were looking all over for her as well. They had no idea where she was either, as she had not signed out according to their sheets. I kind of got worried a few times. You would think that if she wasn’t going to be there that she would let us know right? I could see that my husband was starting to lose patience but I reminded him that I had emailed her earlier that day as well I told her in person that we would be up Monday night. Finally after waiting for hours I called her house hoping that maybe if her boyfriend wasn’t with her he might know where she is. It turns out that she was at home again as she had snuck out for a “coffee” and said that she hadn’t signed out cause the nurses told her not to bother.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I don’t now what to think. Part of me understands that no one wants to be in the hospital and I too would long for home trying to escape any chance I got. Part of me thinks that if you have been admitted to such a great hospital why would you wreck your chances of them letting you stay there, I mean there has to be a reason that they want to keep you there and not let you go home right? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I was so tired after work yesterday, all I wanted to do was go home and lay on the couch in some comfy clothes. I would not let myself cause there was no way that I was going to leave her up there when I said I would be there. Kenny says it’s not worth it when she is never there and he doesn’t want to go up anymore. He reminded me how we almost did the same thing Saturday night when we had plans to meet them at the hospital for a movie night but she never went back. I don’t know if he still feels this way this morning cause I wanted to leave it alone for a bit. He is right I mean it ends up being quite an expensive trip cause we always just grab some food on the way up which means about $20, it’s $10 minimum for parking and then the gas which is about $20. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;It’s time/money well spent though when you can make a friend smile…that is when she is there!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Unsure...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19368.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19368.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:20:40 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>36</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19368/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19368.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-08T14:20:40Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Now I feel silly...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19185.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;So last night went better than I thought it was going to, but I am sure that we all knew that. Everyone except me of course. You guys were all right, being there was a much better way to deal with things...thanx so much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;The hospital that she is in is in London; a neighboring city that is much larger to ours about 30 minutes away, of course with a bigger city comes better hospitals and St. Joes (I was born there) is one of the best hospitals for her to be in. Just before we left we got a phone call saying that she was coming back home to grab some clothes and stuff. When she got to London originally she was not aware that they would be admitting her and was not too happy with the idea. She is the “diva” in the group and somehow yesterday she turned on that charm and managed to convince them that she was up for a short road trip home. I have no idea how she does it but she usually manages to get her way even when it comes to Dr’s, I think I should be asking for some tips. She is a very smart girl…or very sneaky sneaky as we say!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Before we popped by her place to see her we went and picked up anything and everything that could possibly keep you occupied in a hospital that she might enjoy. Except for “nutty putty” which Kenny thought she &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to have. He searched Wal-Mart, couldn’t find it anywhere, he was mad. I think in the end we got her some stuff to make her minimum 8-week stay bearable although from the description of where she is it’s kind of like a dorm so I think she will manage better that she originally thought. There was a comment that it’s not bad to be there…it’s just bad to be there!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;When I first saw her I felt uncomfortable for a while and I think she could tell. I didn’t want to make things awkward so I kept telling myself over and over how silly I was for being nervous. Friends are there for you cause they are friends and she would know this for sure. The guys went out to the garage for a beer and some man talk, and before you knew it us girls we were chatting up a storm. We talked about everything from what is going on with her, to how crazy she thinks other pregnant people in the hospital are, to how Eleanor Roosevelt wasn’t a man. There were no “everything is going to be all right” comments but rather words of encouragement and a few comments on how she has to give the nurses a break as they are just doing their jobs. LOL I think as I go see her more I will feel different than I have the last few days. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I seemed to sleep a little better last night as there was some relief in seeing her smile and am looking forward to seeing her Sunday morning…at the crack of dawn as she would say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Now+I+feel+silly...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19185.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19185.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 13:21:37 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>34</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19185/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19185.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-29T13:31:10Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>29 days...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!15004.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="color:gray;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;I am sorry that I seem a little bit like a blog slacker. For sure I have a lot on my plate but I don’t want you to think I haven’t been sneaking around reading what is up in your lives. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="color:gray;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;I had a friend surprise me today with her kindness. It made me think about just how lucky I am to have all the people in my life that I do. I mean not that I don’t. It made me feel good to know that our friendship is more than just words. I have felt warm and fuzzy all night knowing how much she cares not only about me, but my life, and my life with Kenny. She is truly a beautiful person and I only hope that you will come across a true friend such as I have sometime in your life!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;color:gray;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a5a5"&gt;Song of the day:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True Friend – Hannah Montanna&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1ptXimk8Xi7GrgawqeZVZ6Kp5eqoTqrRXttCzHXW_5_WnzpEr34BKZxMvciLdM-Njd"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;15005&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+29+days...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!15004.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!15004.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 02:36:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>24</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!15004/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!15004.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-09-14T02:36:01Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>BBQ in the back yard...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!13483.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;Last night was so much fun, enough that I didn’t have time to blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We invited Eva and Derrick over for supper last night. For some reason they live only 5 blocks away and yet we never seem to have any free time to get together. I found out that they had yesterday open so we had them over for a BBQ. I was thinking how we really haven’t had many people over for supper. In fact Amanda (mine) keeps mentioning that we have yet to have them over for supper. I am horrible. Anyway, we ended up chatting until after midnight, just catching up on all that we have missed in each other lives. It was fun, and we had some more company over. I have added the few pictures that I was allowed to take of them and added them to July’s album. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;I have a feeling that that album is going to get really big after Saturday. It is finally almost here, Blake and Lyndz wedding. I am sure that she is either walking on a cloud or pulling her hair out. I am thinking pulling her hair out. We have so much to get done tonight in order to get ready for the wedding. We cancelled family supper with my family so that we could go to London and pick up something that Jo ordered. Turns out that Matty and Amy picked it up last night, figures that Blake and Lyndz are registered at a place that we still have to go to London for a gift. Oh well, road trip! We have to get Kenny a new shirt to wear to the wedding and I need shoes for my dress. Yes, you heard me right. I bought a dress for the event! Jo helped me pick it out a few weeks back when we went shopping in London.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;Tomorrow we get to go and pick out our wedding bands too. I called the store and told them that we were really having a hard time getting in there while they were open due to the hours that Kenny works. So she said that they would be staying open late for us. How cool is that?! I know what I want, just a plain band like my engagement ring, (see album for my precious), as for Kenny I am sure that he will figure it our pretty fast, we both hate shopping so I can’t see it taking long at all!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;Song of the day: Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills - Pantera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pwD6Xji7fmvsDgHJf_s5e62quu2_eNUUdophsiY1_hgYOVaKYPNVuQCIdr3s1F9_Z"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;13484&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+BBQ+in+the+back+yard...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!13483.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!13483.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 21:46:19 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>23</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!13483/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!13483.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-26T21:46:19Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Another Buck n Doe....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12360.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;Last night I was just too tired to even make an entry, by the time we got home from family supper I was ready for bed. So we showered and got ready for bed. Turns out that I could have made an entry cause I didn’t get asleep until at least 3am. I tossed and turned. Couldn’t get comfortable. Kenny was snoring. The cats were running around. I tried earplugs. Nothing worked. Must be working too hard cause my mind kept running a million miles and hour!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;So right now I am just about to head into bed for a nap. My shift today was ok. We didn't get done what I wanted to do but we got some done. That press still isn't running all that great. It hesitates and sometimes sticks. It doesn't help that the blanks that we were trying to brake today were warped.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;So tonight is Blake and Lyndz buck and doe, I am so excited for them. I have been messaging then for the last few weeks with no reply which means that they must be busy getting thinsg together. I have no idea what any of the games are except for one. The bottle caps in teh jar, that is because all the caps came from &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;the pub&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;. Once again we will all be getting together for another night of celebrating a upcoming wedding. For sure it is going to be really fun I can feel it already, and for sure I will be taking my camera. First I have to take a nap though. So I am not falling asleep half way through the night. That would be a little rude don’t you think??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;color:gray;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: So Tired – Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pwXVQf1Gih19T6-frzOO41JJWN4nAkwAbch5R2DF5P7ZXagXknXFEug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;12361&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Another+Buck+n+Doe....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12360.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12360.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 19:27:37 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>13</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12360/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12360.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-09T19:27:37Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Lot's going on....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11446.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have no idea why or how but my feet are covered in blisters, and I mean covered!! In the last few days I have noticed a few blisters forming when I have been out on the floor working. I know your first thought is the same as many people. You make me do some physical labour and when I get blister is whine. that is not it though. I think it is my work shoes, so I bought new shoes for work in hopes that it might cure the problem. I mean it has to be the shoes cause it's eating all the heels out of my socks too. I never thought about the fact that I wear these shoes more than any other shoes that I own, for at least 45 house a week I have these on my feet and that is if I don't work any overtime. 
&lt;p&gt;Its funny cause I can't believe that I forgot to make an entry Thursday night? For some reason I am pretty sure that I did but I can't be sure. I have never had MSN eat an entry before but I guess there is always a first. I know that I was in quite the hurry to get to bed when I got home from family supper so I can't be sure. We celebrated Amanda's (brothers) birthday and I got her this really cute shirt. As soon as I picked it up in the store I thought for sure that it was something that she would love. I guess it just reminded me of her. I don't know if she did like it as much as I thought it would look good on her. I mean who is seriously going to admit that they hate something someone bought for them?! Her birthday cake was chocolate cake with chocolate icing. Yummy, my L'aunt Lynne makes the best cakes!! 
&lt;p&gt;Tonight on the way home from work I stopped into see Eva's new house, I am so excited for her and Derrick. I remember the overwhelming feelings of a first home and the excitement of what a future you could build in it. It is so awesome, it even has a two bedroom apartment above their living quarters so that they have help in paying for the place. I just hope that they get some good tenants. I remember some of my landlords telling me stories about the people that moved into some of the places that hey had for rent. I don't get it, you think that you would take care of the place that you lived in whether it was yours or someone else's, just for the simple reason that you are living there? 
&lt;p&gt;I also got to see Parker. If you remember a few weeks back I mentioned that Tara (and Eric) finally had their baby, well I finally got to see him. He is so cute! His cute little hands and feet are so perfect. He pretty much slept the whole entire visit, but it was still nice to sit there and hold such a calm baby. It makes me nervous when I pick up a baby and they instantly freak out. Tara says that his upper body is growing so much faster than his lower. it's true, he has such a long torso and such short little legs. He will be bale to wear a lot of his pants for a long time but I think he will be going through a lot more shirts. I even made Kenny hang onto him for a bit. He doesn't like to hold babies until they are about 2 months old. However I did make him hold Logan the day he came home from the hospital. It's funny and so adorable to see such a big guy hold such a cute little baby!! 
&lt;p&gt;Sorry if I have been slacking off on my blog walking. I am lucky sometimes to even get to put in an entry...and even luckier if it actually stays in the system!! 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: Bleed and Blister - Moneen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pOWcNL9ex6KkUyAi2vcPLz187hw1_ZmyeDa1Tm-vXTrmTI0WrhJJv6Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;11517&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Lot's+going+on....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11446.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11446.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2007 03:30:11 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>12</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11446/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11446.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-07T02:18:18Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Back on the horse...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11185.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;I want to touch on the fact that we were moving an engine for a friend yesterday a little more, the reason being is that he said something that bothered me yesterday. I know with the fact that I have been trying to quit smoking almost all things bother me. In fact I freaked out today cause a little piece of my hair wouldn’t stay out of my face. I cut this piece of hair. It now annoys me even more cause in the humidity it gets all curly. Stupid me! 
&lt;p&gt;So this is the friend of mine that was in a bike accident last summer and lost his leg because someone ran him over. He has done remarkably well in his healing process both mentally and physically and is in fact planning on riding again this year. He is rebuilding his R1 which is not the bike that he was on in the accident and he is so excited about it. I am excited to see him back to his old self. He actually has been buliding bikes out of scrap metal parts and welding them in his spare time. I wish I hadn't run out of photos for the month so I could have shown you his work. It's awesome!! 
&lt;p&gt;Still he has a few issues with the fact that the insurance company is always talking about how he has to watch what money he spends on the things he needs. He needs a new and different foot for his leg that allows him to pivot a bit more in order to hold up a motorcycle. Basic prosthetic legs/feet for the most part are stiff and don’t allow you to move as freely as you once did, he has found that he is in need of something different. In my eyes if you have insurance and you are paying them each month, if you are involved in a accident where someone else takes away your ability to live in the manner that you did before they should be supplying you with what you need. Now I don’t know if I am the only one that feels this way but it makes sense doesn’t it? Isn’t that the whole idea behind insurance? 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: High Hopes - Pink Floyd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Back+on+the+horse...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11185.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11185.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:17:55 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>21</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11185/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11185.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-24T00:21:07Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I want energy like a kid again...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9987.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;So last night was a lot of fun. We went over to watch Hunter and he took a real liking to me which was a huge surprise to both of us. Not even the weird and wonderful noises that Kenny makes could get Hunter to do anything more than wreck the towers of blocks that Kenny made. Tonight was a different story Kenny was the favourite, but every now and then Hunter would come running to me wanting &amp;quot;puppies&amp;quot;. Yes his &amp;quot;up please&amp;quot; sounds a lot like &amp;quot;puppies&amp;quot;. It made me laugh when he said it to his Mattie and Hil told me what he was saying. I should have been able to figure that one out on my own you would think. We got lot’s of pictures of us all playing, well I guess more of Kenny and Hunter playing cause I am for the most part the one with my camera in hand. Kenny did however capture a few of the moments that Hunter came running to me, you will have to have a peek when you have some time. Its funny how they start rubbing their eyes one minute and they are running around the next. I would write more but I am beat, work was rough there was a lot of heavy lifting involved today and watching Hunter topped it off, by that I don’t actually mean babysitting him, I mean just watching his never ending energy. It’s time for bed!! 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: My Elastic Eye - Chemical Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1puGkRyqSMzBBL4n5RQIOTZ6VXzNe3ZR5sw4yV1aVXUrzwXnqDk_HTgQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;10095&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+I+want+energy+like+a+kid+again...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9987.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9987.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 02:05:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>26</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9987/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9987.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-16T00:03:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>The things kids say...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!8646.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;Well this morning was sure funny. I started downloading things through bit torrents (not too sure if that should be all one word) and I have started getting quite the library of songs. I woke up this morning expecting a whole bunch of Led, ACDC, NIN and AFI to be downloaded (I know nice mix) but they were still downloading some of them. The ones that were finished I started to put into I-Tunes and I came across one entitles &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;While The Men Are Away The Girls Will Play&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;. I don’t remember choosing this. I am new to this bit torrent thingy and wonder if I downloaded it by accident. Curious to see what it was I clicked on it. Turns out it’s porn, and my Media-Player will only give us the sound no picture. LOL Porn with only sounds is really funny. Amanda(mine) and I had a good laugh over it as I found it when I was talking on the phone with her about her visit today. 
&lt;p&gt;It is so much fun to have a child at the stage where they can speak so that you can some what understand what they are saying. Amanda (mine) stopped by with her two youngest today and we had such a blast. Alyssa is so much fu to just watch and listen to. She took a liking to my one cat Chloe and found that Chloe would actually let her carry the cat around. Whiskey (the fat cat) appeared for a brief time before he took off to hide downstairs with Aprillia (scardy cat)and Alyssa wanted to pick him up. I told her that she better just leave that one alone, cause he is so big that I have to pick him up with two hands. Whiskey crawled up in Amanda’s lap and Alyssa proceeded to pet him. Out of nowhere she exclaims that the cat was farting. I started to laugh, the cat was what? Farting? It turns out that she figured the noise that he was making was a farting sound, when indeed he was purring!! Funnier was how she figured that she should carry Chloe everywhere, like a baby. She yelped a bit but I really think that she liked the attention. The other two cats are just starting to come out from hiding now, there are looking bother ways before venturing too far through the house. Way too funny! 
&lt;p&gt;Liam is making his way around pretty good with his crawling. He managed at one point to make it from the living room to the baby room in a matter of seconds. I got some really good left handed photo’s of the kids and Amanda while they were here for their visit. Not to mention a few good ones from last nights visit to &lt;i&gt;the pub&lt;/i&gt;, some of the lazy fat cat, as well as the snow. Check out the &lt;i&gt;2007 January&lt;/i&gt; photo album, man is that ever a lot of pictures in a month, and it’s not even over yet. 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: Stay Together For The Kids - Blink 182&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pfOJLiwG1G21VEhQ3eoA7VHVwbNEIjbjlhdJa6qxiuxLkYEbS0YjLlg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;8715&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+things+kids+say...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!8646.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!8646.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 01:41:11 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>18</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!8646/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!8646.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-31T23:15:37Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Just dropping in...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7883.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So last night I finally decided to stop by and visit with a friend of mine that I haven’t seen in a while. We just seem to have completely different schedules and I thought that if I didn’t stop by and visit we might never see each other. LOL Eva and I used to have coffee everyday, and we would talk for hours and hours. That was until I dated my X! My X never liked her (or anyone for that matter, even me) and didn’t want me around her. If I went out for coffee with he it would end up in a huge battle of how stupid I was for hanging around with her. He didn’t care for her boyfriend either, never had anything nice to say about either of them and felt that she was a bad influence on me. It was funny though all we used to do was sit in our cars and drink coffee/tea, make fun of people, work our part time jobs of watching 7-11 to make sure it didn't get robbed, sometimes even clean the inside of my car. In fact since we don’t do that anymore I often find that my car is a mess, and that if we still did coffee all the time it would have never gotten that way.
&lt;p&gt;We drifted apart cause I should have left my situation and told him too bad that she was my friend. Instead I refused to argue with him about going out for coffee and so I just didn’t go out anymore. For anything. It wasn’t worth all the fighting and shouting. The two hour fights about nothing really all the time made me not even want to do anything but sit in the house and stare at the TV not even watching it just staring at it. I lost everything with him, especially who I was. Near the end I made it worse, I started to hang out with her a bit more, and my other friends. this made things worse for me, but also made me start seeing the light. The funny part is when we broke up he started hanging around her and her boyfriend all the time. This made me not go over and visit even more than when we were together. She was my friend and I should have never ignored her for him, in the end doing as he wanted me to just allowed my X and her to be better friends now, which sucks. 
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it is just hard to get a hold of her, she is forever having problems with phones, but she got a laptop for Christmas and we have been talking a bit more than normal. It's great but I miss the coffee chats that we have. I mean I don’t gossip much with many of my friends but when the two of us get together my &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;girlie girl&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; side comes out and by the time we are done we both know who is doing what in every corner of Woodstock. The best part is that Kenny loves it when I go and visit my friends, and this is such a great feeling. I have realized that in a healthy relationship you can have everything you had before and more. Your friends become his, his become yours and then you make some together. Eva and I had a great time catching up on all the gossip it almost felt like we hung out just last week, but that is the way it is with her. I think I might just have to drop in more often.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of the day: Damaged (Trance Remix) - Plummet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pmPCX-2rSmCGjfiWheaT7Y7z3Xlbn24VxHNTNTtFPtmNxiifMuF8fuA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;7884&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Just+dropping+in...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7883.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7883.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:19:28 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>30</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7883/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7883.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-11T22:16:00Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Long lost friend...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7805.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today my cyber world collided with my real world and in that I found a long lost friend that I was able to share with my best friend, at least that is what I am feeling. I know that it might sound a little weird, but it is how I would describe it. The funny part is that Lauren fits right in with us, which if you know us is kind of scary when you think about it really cause we are a pretty weird bunch of girls. It was just like she had been hanging out with us for years and we just had not seen her in a while…oh ya…and she had never been to where we lived before too. We really wished that Shawn could have came to join us cause it wasn't right without her there, we all agreed that it just gave us another reason for us all to get back together again, not that we will need excuses!!
&lt;p&gt;It was just how I imagined the day, we went for lunch and coffee, showed her a bit of the big metropolis of Woodstock like where Kenny and I work and live (couldn't go in cause I didn't have time to clean before and Kenny had Ryan over and I wanted to give him guy time), we talked, we laughed and you knew at some point in time we were going to cry. We took a zillion pictures of us from the time we got into the truck to the time we left the coffee shop so check out the &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;2007 January&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; album. Lauren is just as I figured she was and like one would imagine her from seeing her pictures and reading her words. Her smile is beautiful, her laugh is contagious, and she truly is someone that just tries to enjoy each moment life gives her. She is such a strong lady, it shows with the way that she consoled Amanda and I as we started to cry looking at the pictures of Avery, but it was so hard not to. 
&lt;p&gt;She has showed me that I need to appreciate everything I have been given in life, to see that everything that I have I should enjoy each day. I am not saying that I didn't appreciate my life before Lauren, she just made me look at it so differently and I would say through more mature eyes. It's always great when we have been given the gift of a friend, but it's great when we can share that friend with our friends. Hugging Lauren goodbye just felt right, and she told us that &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;you guys are stuck with me now!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;. That is great cause we could always use another crazy girl to have fun with.
&lt;p&gt;Lauren has said that I am an inspiration to her, that made me feel great to be an inspiration to someone....but I hope she sees how much she has changed my life and what an inspiration to the world she is.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: Mad World (cover) - Gary Jules&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pC3Ad61dKP2jzE1_SfydLbQC6qfGvy8g9-Aq3tymdMuq-YVXnhzg9bg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;7863&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Long+lost+friend...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7805.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7805.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 22:50:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>43</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7805/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7805.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-15T23:07:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Getting ahead? Or just weird?</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!7687.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;today I came back to my desk after venturing out to the floor with a messenger message on my desk that just made my day that much better and in a way scarier. 
&lt;p&gt;It was a message from Amanda (mine) asking me if I would like some of the stuff that she was cleaning out of the house. With the first line I wondered if she had shoes. I mean this girl has shoes, millions and millions of shoes, and our feet just happen to be the same size. I read further to find that she meant stuff for babies!! She said that it might help fill up the empty baby room that we have started, I just about teared up. How sweet and wonderful of her to think of me, it is just like her to always be thinking of someone else. I am so lucky to have such a great best friend to learn how to be the perfect mother from. It sounded like a great idea, so I said sure. Then I started to wonder if maybe we were getting to far ahead of ourselves. &lt;em&gt;I mean starting a baby room when we don’t even plan on trying for another 10 months&lt;/em&gt;?! Does that seem odd to you?! Maybe we are just very organized?! Anyway, the more I thought about it the more excited I got. I was actually bouncing around the shop at one point in time. Then I got little scared, then excited, then scared. Maybe PMS?? 
&lt;p&gt;It’s the giving birth thing that scares me...ok and maybe never being able to sleep in again!! Hey I am being honest here I love to sleep. It’s great to know that we are moving forward in our life together, so much I wrote this email to Kenny telling him about how excited I was to go out there and that we have to go pick the stuff up right when he is done work. The fluctuation of moods also made me wonder if I am going to be any good at it, being a parent. I know no one is ever really prepared to become a first time parent, but I guess the control freak part of me wants to know if I am going to be ok. I mean I see/read about these people who have 3 or more kids and I wonder how they do it, what do they have that I need to develop before I have a child?! What if I have 3 sets of twins like I dreamt last week?!
&lt;p&gt;PS Check out the freaky pictures of Matty's poor girlfriend Amy in my &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;2007 January&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot; album. She was so sick for New Years Eve if you remember that she ended up in the hospital and she could not make it out to join us, the cute little thing blew all the blood vessels in her eyes. Guess it's a little different from puking your brains out?? I took other pictures of peoples faces and eyes so she didn't feel like she was the only one. Very happy to see that she is feeling better!!
&lt;p&gt;PPS Ok we have to do something about the name thing going on. There are too many Amanda's, so it's a good thing that I don't go by that...but then Matty (Kenny's brother) started dating and Amy. So now no one is ever going to know who anyone is talking about!!
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;Well there are none from my work party cause me the stupid-head forgot the camera, I know it’s a huge surprise. I don’t think they would have really been much to look at anyways. The work party was ok, as mentioned yesterday I can say that I have been to the horse races now. Although I really do prefer to see cars/motorcycles race cause it is a little more exciting. I don’t think it was a very good choice to do for a Christmas event, but you can’t please everyone I guess. Everyone there seemed to enjoy themselves, the guys from the floor started doing shots right before we left so I imagine the bus ride home for them would be rather fun. Kenny finally got to meet the people I talk about from work and has now a face to go with the name. Glad we had another party to go to last night though.
&lt;p&gt;We had of course a much better time at the party our friends were having. It was a lot more Christmas like and full of people we know and are comfortable with. We missed the supper but made it there for the present swap. We played this game where you could either keep the gift you picked or steal someone else’s. It was a rather fun game and a good way to mix up the gifts. 
&lt;p&gt;We all brought a $20 gifts and exchanged them and we got some good laughs from that. I got $20 for the LBCO and Kenny got a bottle of wine so I guess we all know what we are doing on the holidays. LOL It was especially funny when one of the girls got a sexual positions book. Then it became a game of charades for Blake and Lyndz and I got some good pictures of some of the sex positions from the book...if you are in for a good laugh check out the new additions to the &lt;em&gt;More Family/Friends 2006 &lt;/em&gt;album.
&lt;p&gt;I hit snooze this morning so I thought and Kenny just made it to work on time. I barely remember him leaving and I ended up sleeping until 11am, which means that I did not get to paint the ceiling this morning as planned. I will just have to clean the house and paint tomorrow, which kind of sucks cause I hoped to get primer on the walls tomorrow. Maybe if I space it apart enough I can get both done. It would be nice to get the tree up as soon as possible. 
&lt;p&gt;Tonight we venture to Toronto for the hockey game. *~* whoot whoot *~* I am actually looking forward to it, which is funny cause I really don't like hockey. Then again live is so much better than watching it on TV, although I tend to snooze when that happens anyways. The best part about it is that my dad has never been to a NHL game so for a change in life I will be taking my dad somewhere for the first time!
&lt;p&gt;P.S I had to correct yesterdays picture and post it for today’s as there is no checkered flag in horse racing but a pole?? Whatever the like I guess!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pwUtRZfsK3AtWBPcvdOz2FfDXwgisHYLClv8o5HSj-v-kaV0pkgyPPA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;6961&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Party+pictures...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6958.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6958.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 17:33:20 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6958/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6958.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-12-16T20:56:56Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>What a mess...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6061.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You always know that when you leave for a few days that there is bound to be a pile of work on your desk when you return so to speak. I thought that pile would be a lot smaller than it was and I thought a lot more things were going to get done too. It turns out that there was some complications and no one emailed me about it...so it came all as a surprise when I got her this morning. I am sure but the end of the day I will have things all sorted out, but it just makes coming back in a real drag, especially since I was working while I was gone and they weren't vacation days.
&lt;p&gt;Last night was a great change of pace, we went to a friends place for supper and a very overdue 1st birthday party for their son. We had the best home-made pizza I have had in a long time (not that I have home-made pizza often now that I think about it) but none the less it was just so good. Lots of bacon, ham and pineapple and one of the best garlic sauces I have had in a long time. Hunter loved his new clothes and of course me the stupid-head forgets the camera at home. 
&lt;p&gt;We also got invited to a Christmas party that our friends are having,  Blake and Lyndz...of course I can't go and I feel like poop about it....it's the same day as my Christmas party for work. I would love to go but I can't get out of going to the work one, I guess they expect you there when you are a supervisor! Not to mention the fact that Lyndz is a nurse and it's the only day that she has off that she can do it. Oh well I was planning on having the same people over from last year just after Christmas again keep the tradition that Kenny and I started last year by having everyone over for a dinner, maybe now it will just be drinks, which is great cause right now I have no supper table. Not that we did last year but at least the apartment was some what organized! 
&lt;p&gt;I came across a picture that I drew for a blog entry a while back but I couldn't add it cause I ran out of pictures to add for the month. A common thing for me! I could not later add it when my internet was down cause I had no way of getting it from my computer to the work one, it sucks my computer has no disk drive and the CD drive on my computer at work won't open! LOL So anyway, I drew it for an entry made on September 25th about the freaky guy that called me in the middle of the night saying that he liked to watch me sleep. I don't know if you remember that entry if not take a peek, it was 4 days before we moved into our new place. I drew what I figured he looked like and never got to post it cause we had no service for so long. When I came across it last night it made me laugh so hard I thought I would add it to today's blog...it's so funny...well when I get home actually since it's on that computer. Hope you enjoy!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080" size=2&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pBhSYDdSLU6beq0mPUjJO4lCN9cf2Jd1J5F4AbtxICXmlxNe1Rh0SUQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;6068&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+What+a+mess...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6061.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6061.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 16:44:57 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>30</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6061/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!6061.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-17T16:40:26Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Look into my crystal ball...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5961.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;so last night was Amanda's phychic party. It was really interesting to hear what the guy had to say and I can honestly say that I was nervous to be read. I was told a lot of things about my past that he never should have known about and a lot of things about my future. I am just taking it all in right now, it's a lot to take in. I believe that if he knew that much about my past he had to know about my future a bit too. Right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;He knew about my X fiance being a Dr. Jeykl/Mr. Hyde. He knew about how I lost myself for a while being in a mentally abusive relationship that turned physical at the end and told me that leaving then was for the best cause it would have only gotten worse. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;He knew about Kenny and told me that I should never doubt his love, cause I actually waited for him cause I knew he was out there. He said that Kenny loves me and only lives because I love him. Awwww!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;We are supposed to have 3 kids, first a girl the second time we try it will be a set of twins a girl and a boy. We were hoping for two boys and I was hoping to never have twins, that is just way to much for my plate!! Guess we will have to wait and see if what he told me is correct.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;He said that I will never find my sister cause she has made a decsision that I should respect. My mom needs to stop looking for what she thinks she should be looking for, cause she will never find it, which I figure is my sister! This does not mean that I will give up looking for her though. Might even make me look harder.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;He said that the guy who killed himself after I talked to him from work knows I was sincere but he did what he did cause that is the only choice he had. I have always wondered if her just thought my word were untrue, I have really wondered for a long time. I am glad that my words did not fall on deaf ears.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;It's a lot to take in and there is more that I have to sort though. I still don't know what to think. It was certainly a fun night to catch up with the latest on all the girls that were there. Thanx Amanda for giving us such a fun night!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Happy 1 year and 1 month!! LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1p_6oAB0ZHHA8jd0VLe04wTp9eI7genMM0CODSC0rFv-HRI44UItxPgQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;5962&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Look+into+my+crystal+ball...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5961.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5961.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 17:13:45 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>19</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5961/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5961.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-17T03:27:32Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>What to do?</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5736.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=1&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Well I am at work again on a Saturday. Not much fun really, but I am getting caught up on Amanda’s life by phone, everyone else’s by blog walking, and now giving you an update on mine. There was nothing to really write about yesterday, so I hope that you enjoyed that link. I’m not big on the game myself but a lot of people seemed to enjoy playing it here at work.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I realized last week since I had no access to a computer that I never told you about my weird day Saturday. I never thought about it really until now when I realized it has been a week and she never called. So I thought I would share my story with you.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Last week on my way to get Kenny his lunch I drove past who used to be my best friend in high school. It was raining fairly hard and she was carrying a lot of things. I didn’t know whether to stop or keep going, cause we haven’t talked since I left my X fiancé. Which is really funny cause my X will say hello when he seen me after and still does to this day and yet she would not say a word. I am still to this day not too sure why?!?!&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;In high school we were together all the time, if one of us was there you could always be sure that the other would be right behind. I didn’t know what to do cause I stirred up a lot of old memories of her not too long ago when I was packing to move to the new house. You see I found a book that we used to write in and pass back and forth during school. Reading this book brought me so many smiles, but if I went back to get her? Would she talk to me? Would she accept my offer of a ride? Did I want to be friends with some who bailed out on me? Besides I have Amanda now and she is the bestest and would never walk away from me not matter what!! &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I sat at a stop sign for what seemed an eternity and for some reason had to find out! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I tuned around and drove in the direction I last saw her. I pulled over to the side of the road and yelled out for her. At first she just looked at me, when she saw who it was she stopped and approached my car. She finally got in the car, she was really hesitant but I insisted. I am a persistent pain in the a$$ I guess! I drove her the few blocks that she had left to go and we talked for a bit in my car, mostly about where we were in life. &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;She is still with the same guy, she was one of the lucky ones that met their future right out of high school. She is still hoping someday that they will get married. She followed her dreams of working with children and has a job at a local daycare. She has a 7 year old son, who is so cute by the way. I knew she was pregnant about a year after we stopped talking, I knew it was a boy. She never told me his name…or she did and I was so full of emotions that I don’t remember. Of course I had only pictures of my nieces to show her. Hey, I am a very proud aunt what can I say!! &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I told her that I had some pretty rough times after we &amp;quot;lost touch&amp;quot; as I put it, I was sure she did too, being a mother so young, well I guess it’s not young now, but you know what I mean. I told her that I often wondered how she was, which was the truth, now and again I really have. I told her that it was too bad that we missed out on so much of each others lives. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I let her know that I finally met that &amp;quot;someone special&amp;quot; and that we bought a house not too far from her. That Kenny and I were getting married next year. She seemed surprised. I guess I would be too. Although we lost touch the city we live in is small enough that I am sure she knew what I have been up to. I just couldn’t get myself to ask why she stopped talking to me. I didn’t want her to get mad and leave. I am not too sure that I remember our whole conversation that we had, it was so dream like to me. It just didn’t feel real. &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I guess I really gave her no notice of why I was leaving my X. I just knew that I had to get out. He was always nice to me in front of people so I can understand why she might have thought it was a big mistake…BUT does she know what he was like when it was the two of us? I never bothered to tell her cause I didn’t want her to be dragged into it...that might be me being a bad friend? It’s not that I didn’t trust her, I just didn’t want her to feel that she had to choose a side, cause there was a bunch of us that all hung out together all the time. Her and the man she is still with and my X and I used to do things all the time together. I could not bring her into the middle of something that was between him and I. She never gave me a reason, she just stopped taking my calls, and never spoke in public. I gave up cause I have this stupid ability to accept what people choose. If she didn’t want to talk to me I wouldn’t bother. &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;She finally looked at me and said that she best be getting in the house, she had things to do. I gave her my number and told her to call me sometime. She gave me hers too. Neither of us have called one another. I don’t know if I should call her or let her call me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1p1bMl8jCtPtnJMrk8jtOxhnY37yCZflwbu3VJttHpWcARnab44w4vYg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;5854&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+What+to+do%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5736.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5736.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 16:09:23 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5736/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5736.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-07T22:26:33Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Few can understand my giberish...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5283.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amanda (mine) is one of them, she might actually be the best?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=1&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=1&gt;Last night she went out and bought me towels and a bathmat to match my bathroom. She did it so perfectly without me even showing the colours of it to her, that is how good of a friend she is, she can understand my gibberish. She has been bugging me to let her know what I need for the house for weeks. I have been so busy painting and I am still unpacking boxes. Funny how you forget what you have when you don't see it. I do know that what you always need is what is packed somewhere, and that somewhere is who knows where! She listened to me describe the colours so many times on the phone that she knew what to get. I do hope soon to have our house in order enough that we will be able to entertain people. That people will be able to stop over for a normal visit and be able to let their kids out of their vehicles without fear that they might step on something, eat something or get into the sanding dust and paint that is everywhere right now. LOL A big thank to Amanda and family for your lovely gifts, you will someday be able to come over to appreciate them. I promise!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=1&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today I changed things around a bit to see if I like it better. Let me know what you think with the new layout. I also added a list on the right side of my blog to help you all figure out who I might be talking about during some of my entries, kind of stole the idea from Carine. I added a little info on those people just for fun so you know their connection to me, it also helps you figure out who all the Amanda's are. I will be adding to the list for a while, so soon everyone I talk about will be on there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial size=1&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not much done on the house last night, got shelf sanded, and bedroom put together but could not sleep in it. For some reason the room still stinks like paint. I can not get rid of it even with all my smelly air fresheners!! If you have any suggestions?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pkj-aNxJh5e7K2wtxL__1JGHuKjE-lXCSwKVvYqcYEQTVm-PB0GGcIA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;5445&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Few+can+understand+my+giberish...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5283.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5283.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 16:56:21 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>14</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5283/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5283.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-10-31T23:04:31Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>For MY Amanda....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4494.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;This is for my best friend cause she called last night and I was very mean and did not answer the phone!! (sorry I was very tired and sleeping, trust me and you of all people should know you don't want to talk to me when I first wake up) So anyways, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;I have been an aunt for just about the last 7 years, just a few weeks ago I became an aunt for the 3rd time. It has been a great experience and it has taught me so much I never knew about kids. Last night my best friend became an aunt for the first time, she is very right in saying that it is completely different than becoming a mom. I would like to pass on the information I have gathered and let Amanda in on some secrets...for that matter lets make it for all the other aunts out there as well...whether you are a biological aunt or otherwise....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#ff6600"&gt;Top 10 Reasons You Are (or will be) The Best Aunt... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;10. you love it when nieces/nephews call...for them you always answer the phone...no matter how many others you have ignored... you are always wondering what they are up to...&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;9. you always take their side...it's way more fun to piss off your siblings that way...cause it almost looks innocent doesn't it... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;8. you let them sleep over...and wear whatever it might be to bed...for taht matter let them set up a tent in your house...just to remind them know that you are cooler than their parents...cause you do fun things and always let them stay up late... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;7. you know what is cool...or maybe you just let them do things they can't do at home....like eat cake for supper...to once again annoy their parents...hey that is what aunts are for.... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;6. you never forget birthdays...in fact you remind them constantly of how many sleeps are left until that day....you always give them your present first...or at least try to...or you can if you would like &amp;quot;save the best for last&amp;quot;...&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;5. you give the best birthday presents...cause you buy the biggest...the bestest....and  loudest presents you can find...either for payback from when your siblings bought for your kid(s)...or just cause you have no kids... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;4. you are always interested in what they are doing...cause it's always way cooler that what you did as a child...or not cool enough...so you suggest a few fun and exciting new things for them to try... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;3. you can keep secrets...in fact most of the time you will know about the girl/boyfriend before the parents... &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;2. you are like a second mom...cause it's always easier to talk to someone that is not your parents...&amp;quot;they are so un-cool and they never understand anything...ever!!&amp;quot;... &lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;you make them feel special!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+For+MY+Amanda....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4494.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4494.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 20:31:10 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>13</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4494/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4494.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-09-13T00:07:27Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Jamacian me horney...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4209.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;lol...was the movie title that made me just about pee my pants last night. This was the title of the porn that we kept coming across while channel surfing last night. Each time we saw the name we broke out into hysterical laughter. I think that I pulled a muscle or two! I also think that I drank too much too, not too sure what Amanda (mine) is going to feel like today. When we left Alyssa was awake and Liam was just waking up. I do think that we had a great time, well I did, not too sure of anyone else but the laughter we shared leads me to believe a good time was had by all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Between celebrating Chris's and mine birthdays and the purchase of our home, I drank probably more than I needed too. I laughed so hard a few times I thought I was going to pee. It is always the best when you aren't 100% right and you watch a silly movie like &amp;quot;Harold and Kumar go to White Castle&amp;quot;. You are bound to be laughing you ass off at nothing for a few hours. I know that there was a lot of pictures taken last night and I am hoping that they don't end up on Amanda's website, cause man I was trashed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Not too sure what I am up to today. I have thought about going to a few of the million garage sales that are in the paper and maybe I will find something for the new house?!? I was to go pretty 70's with it, here are a few sample pictures.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#999999"&gt;It is funny how life is! I was driving by the new house and saw that there was a car there so I thought I might stop by (for some strange reason) and see what the people were like that used to live there were like. I told them that I wanted to see if a couch that I might be getting would fit down the stairs, and into the rec room. It worked they let me in and I ended up spending like and hour and a half talking with the lady that owns the house and her three daughters. She was happy that I liked the way it was decorated, her daughters were very surprised. They have been bugging her to fix the place up because no one would like it the way it was. I told her to make sure that she left the bright orange and green curtains behind. They were supposed to be left behind but she said that her one daughter would not let her leave them behind cause they were horrible to look at. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#999999"&gt;In the end they gave me all of their phone numbers and I gave them mine. The lady was nervous that she was selling the house to someone that might not appreciate it like she did. She now knows that we will take care of it like she would have, it also made me see that four great kids were brought up in that house. Make me sure that we could do the same and that our life there will be filled with happiness there. Guess it's always good to know that you are walking into a house that is filled with love!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Check out what I want to do to the place below....mmmm....70's here I come...back...I guess.....!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1p8hant-dMw9c3LD_NKjJJQ-eKEulS6iwwtVNNLmhVHG_sn8Bila4yyg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4210&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1ptVlmcJXnErWjBTe2PfOaV6F4CJJSQgW9yq5SnrnsZHsvh_Ltml2Vnw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4211&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pMf561GdBZgkj-jwL49A2sW-V8P8l3bXTqoNzrQe_ppPIL4ifEfDkEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4212&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pj6-1vv1YvJ3Oj_TARZ7Y_1OEVSmQikgyQiaFEquepk-dXf2esa68eA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4213&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pnK9RQ3aLdfyXqX-joo1okBBQY-N-YEKO9rEoZYyMzDK8rgEnvPDDKw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4214&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pZu9YEirGtZtSVo-H-5eK7gJCYClO3xTVWK3diHuJD_N11rXPX2zSNA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;4215&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Jamacian+me+horney...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4209.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4209.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:18:41 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4209/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!4209.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-12-01T01:25:44Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Put yourself in....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3714.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;someone elses shoes. You have heard it 10 millions times before, we all have!! &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;It's hard to do though, especially when there is only one shoe, and you have two feet!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I find myself trying to imagine that I was in my buddies shoes, wondering what he might be thinking. I guess I am selfish in the fact that I would be uncontrollably mad at mt loss, especially cause it would not have been my fault. &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I would probably be so mad that I would forget about the fact that I got to keep my life.&lt;/font&gt; It's weird, I think at one point in time I might freak out kind of like a kid having a temper tantrum cause life didn't go my way, freak out cause I have every reason to be mad at what life had set before me. I guess that could be what makes me human, not a good quality but I think we might all think that way in that situation atleast once or twice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;Maybe it would take me months to realize that it was only my braking leg and that for some reason I got to keep the one that would allow me to shift, which meant that I could still ride. (cause really you don't need your back brakes!!) I guess he will eventually get a &lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;prostethis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;and life will become pretty much normal for him but &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;how do you forgive someone for taking something that important away from you cause they were just plain stupid for a momment?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I can see it after a year or so his prostethis becoming a way to scare young children, or just to make us laugh while we are drunk, I can even see us having to pick it out of the fire once or twice at the cottage. LOL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;In looking for the picture to add to my blog I saw many people with prostetic legs and they were doing all the stuff someone with two real legs would do, but it will be hard. I know he will be ok, just how long until he is back to himself?  What do you say to him? &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Sorry about your leg just doesn't seem to be enough&lt;/font&gt;. I don't even think that buying a new one for him would make me feel like I had made him feel better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;As a rider many other riders I have met have been hurt and in some cases even killed, some did it to themsel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;ves and some just were in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Ones of them is a quad, he kind of did that one to himself and he has no one to get mad at but himself, but this drives him to become more capable. In my buddies case someone took something away from him, not too sure how this might affect him. I know that many people aren't even born with legs, or ones that work and their lives are full of enjoying many things..... &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;just how do you make someone see that when you are standing there on your own two legs?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;It really does make you think eh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;I just saw him this past Saturday, when I was helping Dave (Amanda #3) hand out her resume&lt;/font&gt;. He and his girlfriend were on their way into IGA&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;  to get groceries, and never did I even think that would be the last time I saw him walk away on his own two feet. I know as a rider myself, that in the back of your mind you understand that life could change at any point in a ride but I guess you hope it never happens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#3366ff"&gt;Me, I don't believe in &amp;quot;God&amp;quot;, but I truely believe that everything happens for a reason, sometimes I have a hard time understanding or figuring out the reason?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1p194pwk_MYXfPT8wmiyBPH_pquovRvgDve3F8-UNDkYYhsGynVL8KaQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3717&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Put+yourself+in....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3714.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3714.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 19:15:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>16</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3714/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3714.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-08-22T01:29:07Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>The Zoo...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3607.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;would have been a great place to go today...&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;but I felt like I was already there just being at work!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;The disorganization of today lead to another realization that I will be working on Saturday morning again...&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;sorry Randy that means no &amp;quot;Truck Nationals&amp;quot;!! &lt;/font&gt;It does mean however that I do have to work again and not get paid. I think it might be time for a new job, one that won't wreck my whole summer and pay me for the work that I do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;As for the reason that I called this one &amp;quot;The Zoo&amp;quot;. My best friend &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;(whom I may add is crazy)&lt;/font&gt;  took her 3 kids to the Zoo last week and she finally sent me some pictures, so if you check out &amp;quot;The Armstrong&amp;quot; album it has been updated.  So all in all things are kind of getting better....I think...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Last night did get better....Kenny came home from work and we ate the meal that cooked...fish and perogies!! &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Then we decided to have a quiet night just the two of us....&lt;/font&gt;we thought we would watch a movie... turned out the choice was Spaceballs....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#ff6600"&gt;and I think we watched about 20 minutes before we...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;it was really romantic!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pRQ1-n0ypfAARVbRDPglAcJpbA_72UXta2dfHUgQAOqrmlh3SRkYSYg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3608&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+Zoo...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3607.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3607.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 19:45:04 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3607/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3607.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-07-14T20:57:26Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>My friends...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3206.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;make me smile when I need them too...they get the bad stuff off you mind and let the good stuff in....I mean what are friends for right?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;I had a good night tonight as you could see in the &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&amp;quot;while you were gone&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; photo album. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;My night started off with a phone call from Amanda. These phone calls usually involve a lot of laughing and a lot of talk about babies, puke, kids, poop, lack of sleep and stress. They are always a good time, and usually last for hours. Since she has three kids now she is always busy doing something and trying to get time in for the two of us to have coffee has become impossible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Blake and Lyndz called and wanted to know if I wanted to go car shopping. So we started at Honda and ended at GM. As you can see in the pictures we had a few good laughs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;We started at Honda cause Lyndz wants to trade her car in for a new one. She likes the new Civics, so we looked around at a few. She can't decide between blue and grey. I say grey all the way!!  I personally don't care for them, &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;the only Honda I like are the ones with two wheels!!&lt;/font&gt; None the less we harrased the sales people there and had a few laughs. Lyndz was pretty sure that they should get a mini-van for their 5 kids that she wants to have. Blake didn't like the idea. It's funny thinking of Blake with kids, although I am sure that he feels the same way about me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;The for Blake we went to GM, where I found out that &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;they make my car in grey!! &lt;/font&gt;What a piss off, cause that would have made me much happier to buy the stupid shoe on wheels. Oh well, SKRUMSHZ is fine the way she is. LOL Although they did mention getting it painted grey. I just can't see myself paying to get it painted. It is a throw away car. There Blake introduced us to Jerry, the salesman. We sat around and chatted with him trying to find out how much a Extreme would be for Blake. He has the choices of black (as in the picture), or red and white. No grey, I'd go for white. &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I hate red.&lt;/font&gt; Hey the bike came that way! LOL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;I then got a phone call from Matty saying that him and Jess were at Timmies. So we went there for coffee. While there I got a very cute text message from Kenny, I think he might have been intoxicated?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&amp;quot;can't wait to See you tomarow. dont know if you are getting any of these but i miss you something fears! love you xoxoxoxo&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;He is such a sweetheart. I guess after my dreams last night I was kind of wondering if he missed me. I text him back saying that I was getting them. No reply?! Maybe he is not getting mine?? So anyways we stood around and had coffee, chatting and taking pictures of course. Blake does not get the best photographer of the year award though!! He eventually figure out that the camera had zoom?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;After a while I decided that I should come home as much as I didn't want to. It was getting dark and a little cold. Besides I could update this and get something to eat. &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;Tonight it's Eggo's&lt;/font&gt;.....mmmmmmmm...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;It was once again bad coming home to the empty apartment full of cats. They are still looking around to find Kenny, &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;and they will have to wait until after 5:30 like I have to.&lt;/font&gt; I thought about taking him a coffee when I am done work but I thought that might be a little much. I don't want to see too silly. So I will wait until he comes home and I can get a huge hug. Don't think that a big hug in the middle of the parts store would be appropriate. So I will have to wait....tomorrow is going to be the longest day ever known to man....I can feel it already!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Well here I go trying that sleep thing again!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pqzmPYlZ924V8pWA-PcoOzs6Yvg_l6Ift9HKhaRutJ64pRoMeZ-sU9w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3207&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+My+friends...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3206.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3206.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:24:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3206/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3206.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-06-23T20:52:03Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Today?!</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2749.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;might just be the day that Amanda finally has her baby?!?! She is now a week overdue and has really had enough of everything. She is so uncomfortable and really feels like she has no more room left. So I am hoping that she hasn't been in that much pain cause I hear that she has been at the hospital for the last 12 hours just sitting at 5 cm dialated. Man oh man that is a long time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;So here is hoping that she might bring Liam into this world this afternoon, or else the nurses might just wish that they worked at another hospital. LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1p3Y14lyf0uimf4DBv0bKNF6I6jTUYrty60PcLkZCWiqpzoL8GXkkx7g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2962&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Today%3f!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2749.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2749.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 16:46:16 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2749/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2749.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-05-30T20:32:04Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>She hoping to blow...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2684.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I think more than anything else I just want her to be comfortable again. She says that she can't move anymore to really do anything, and she really can't go anywhere just in case. There was hope last night when she started to have some contractions but they went away after a while. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I just don't know what there is left to try to put someone in labour, I have recommended everything that I know to make my best friend give birth to her 3rd child. She is due on Saturday but she doesn't think she can wait that long. I really don't blame her cause I can hardly wait either. This time she is having a boy!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I have decided that she will have the baby late Friday night or early Saturday morning. As if I know what I am talking about!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1plgC6ys0C4HtWkWTWD0L-kDL0LJSRwI9Z2mgKuO5-qAM8qYtM0cTMIw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2707&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+She+hoping+to+blow...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2684.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2684.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 16:28:23 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2684/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2684.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-05-06T13:37:13Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>What a weekend...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2578.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Just a chance to get away from work long enough to calm down....only to come back and get stressed out again. Guess that is life though, you have to pay the bills somehow?!? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;We did have a chance to get out and see Amanda (best friend) and Chris. It's always fun cause Amanda is just about ready to pop, and she looks so cute. She is really starting to feel uncomfortable though and so I am hoping that she has the baby soon. Must really suck when you are doing laundry all the time cause you are down to two shirts. LOL So I have updated the Armstrong album with a few shots from the other day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;We also had a great time bowling again on Saturday night. A bunch of us went out and we bowled pretty good this time. Just not good enough to beat Binn, so next time we aren't inviting him. LOL You will find the pictures in the Bowling 3 album. Yes I know we are losers and we bowl a lot!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pG9F3Xu0qRdGZVM9W1Uv1Q69-L0F5-L9wgIisBapjhX1mKT4kZmwwVQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2663&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+What+a+weekend...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2578.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2578.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 20:05:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2578/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2578.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-04-25T20:31:32Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Nothing much new...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2523.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;OK so my brother and his wife (Amanda) are having a boy!! Yeah!! It is about time. After two girls there will finally be a boy to carry the name on. Which is good considering all the crap my brother had to go through to change his name back. I guess it would be nice though if his wife had the same last name too. LOL Long story!! You can see pictures of them in the Thurlow album.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Also best friend, the other Amanda is about to give birth to her third child any day now, she has two girls as well and is going to have a boy this time. She was having a lot of contractions on the weekend and her doctor said that she is about 3cm dialted right now. So it won't be long before we get to meet him. You will find her family the Armstrong album.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;We went out for coffee tonight and everyong was out cause the nice weather and such so I took some more pictures of peoples shoes. Not very intersting I know but I think I have decided that I might make prints of them and frame them for one of my walls. I kind of like the idea of having many pictures of shoes on my wall. I'm crazy I know!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1prKjSv80WkB9PFec2n5HNAC8lE3BYEoKFgCmsaNepyHDbNorEGUfz5A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2525&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Nothing+much+new...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2523.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2523.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 01:42:22 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>15</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2523/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2523.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-04-24T20:05:35Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Happy to be me....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1864.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Just happy that I am who I am, and that I have both family and friends that love me very much, not to mention the most amazing fiance in the world. Some people don't have that and I am lucky enough to realize that I have it really good!! Some people might look at my life and say that I don't have much...when in all reality I have it all!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;So today I have a big smile because of the people I have in my life and want to share it with the rest of the world....please take this smile and pass it to everyone that crosses your path!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Remember: &lt;font face=Tahoma&gt;:o) smiles are free...  :o)  and contagious... :o) so pass them on to people you love...  :o)  and those you don't... :o)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pCzIxyAzhgB8aguk9YMVe3a8czhym-zjG9K3w3-cRhkVPVi7hBVfflQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1865&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Happy+to+be+me....&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=imsoskrumshz"&gt;</description><comments>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1864.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1864.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2006 22:16:39 GMT</pubDate><s