<?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%2fLove%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♥~♥: Love</title><description /><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catLove</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>Future unknown...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21491.entry</link><description>&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 really must say that I am a very spoiled individual. My friends and family have really been great during this whole pregnancy. I have basically felt like everyone is always there to support me and in some cases cater to my needs/wants. Just when I think that everyone has given me their all, they surprise me with a few extra hugs and kisses. I have been pretty miserable in this heat and the fact that my child has taken over my body hasn’t helped this situation when it comes to moving around or even getting some sleep so I am some days surprised that anyone would want to be near me.&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 know horrible to think, but the reality is that it could happen; in my case I had not had my child yet so he too could have been in great danger. After getting out of my car and the lady seeing me and having her apologize a million times over I came to a realization that in the end calmed me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&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;Although it would be very sad for my child to lose their parent, I do know that the people around me would raise my child showing him the love and attention that he would need. Although we cannot prepare ourselves for everything in life, we can know that the love that we have around us can help us make it through anything!!&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+Future+unknown...&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!21491.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21491.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:37:35 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!21491/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21491.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-07-07T15:37:35Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sundays are my fav...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21104.entry</link><description>&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;It has been thundering all day and with little of a light show. There actually was a few tornado warnings around our area but not for our city. We really haven’t seen much for a storm here a little rain here and there, nothing hard or for very long. All day if you look out back of the house it’s has been dark skies with thick churning clouds towards the North, that is where the storms or tornados are pretty bad according to the weather network. If you look out front of the house it is pure sunshine. I would take some pics with the new camera but it's hubby's only day off. I think we are pretty safe but just to be sure I will be turning off the computer again if I remember tonight cause I still have to get our harddrive backed up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&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;As mentioned earlier I look so forward to Sundays when I have the whole day with the hubby. I hate when Mondays come around, they really make me kind of sad cause I know it will be another 6 days until we get our day again. I try to make sure that there is nothing that he or I have to do on Sundays so that we can just enjoy each other.Today was just perfect except that we had to make a little run to the grocery store. To be honest other than that we really didn’t do too much of anything except watch the race (and that just pissed me off cause did you see my man running in 2nd before stupid one race wonder took him out??). It reminds me that soon we will not be able to have our carefree sleeping in and doing nothing days very soon. So we will take the ones that I can get! &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;Oh well at the same time I can’t wait for Chuck to get out of me. He is running out of room to grow and when he moves it's more discomfort than enjoyment. I am very sick of the constant acid in the back of my throat that nothing seems to get rid of and it's starting to make sleeping a problem. Even getting out of a chair seems to be like I am in the Olympics and striving for gold with all the grunting I have to do. I do think the grunting helps you move faster? Not to mention that I can't wait until I can lay on my belly and take a nap, I miss that as well. Who could also forget the latest of my laughs but the hemi...ha ha ha...ya this could all end soon cause as scared as I am to give birth I just want my body back!&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+Sundays+are+my+fav...&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!21104.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21104.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 01:48:42 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!21104/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!21104.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-06-23T08:45:48Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Friday Feast...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19488.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;So there was no feast today so I went back a few weeks and dug up one that I missed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;Well the city is where I have always lived. I was never big on the smell of farm animals and such, although I figure the space in the country would be nice. Imagine having the room to have a dirt bike track in your back yard?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;Ok I could get in to a lot of trouble so I will just answer with &lt;strong&gt;my own&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean I haven’t really seen him, but what I have seen is cute. There are lot’s of kids that I know that are just too cute for various different reasons but if I say my Chuck than I think I will keep myself out of trouble.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;That Brookelyn was 6lbs 9oz. It just blew my mind. How did she ever have room in that tiny belly Amy had?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;Well it would have to be for some sort of antibacterial cleaner most likely Lysol. I have OCD and everything in my house has to be disinfected weekly. I have my spray for the air and my liquid for everything else in the house. That is what Saturdays are all about!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=3&gt;Well right now I have a prenatal vitamin and some extra folic acid on the side. There has actually been some Tums as well, the heartburn is getting a bit unreal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Friday+Feast...&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!19488.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19488.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 14:40:34 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!19488/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!19488.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-04-11T14:40:34Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Who's 27?!</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!18229.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#808080" size=3&gt;A huge Happy Birthday to my husband. Isn’t that cool. It’s my &lt;u&gt;husbands&lt;/u&gt; birthday. (First one since we got married in case you couldn’t tell.) I know I am excited to say it now, but as you all tell me in 10 years it won’t be such a big deal. He turns 27 this year. Whoot whoot!! (Shhhh, of course I know that he is younger than me.) So anyway, since we really don’t do anything or buy anything for each others birthday’s I thought it would be nice to change it up a bit, besides after the baby we probably won’t see going out for a nice dinner as something we can afford. Not that we really ever do see it as a must or anything. So this year I decided to take him to Red Lobster, this also gets me out of having to cook. Y-U-M-M-Y! And I am craving seafood!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#808080" size=3&gt;Kenny had a great time up north, although he missed me a little more than I him. LOL He said that he snowmobiled about 300km Saturday and he is feeling a little sore now. The main point is that he did have a lot of fun. As for this weekend really enjoyed my time alone, it wasn’t much different from a normal weekend cause Kenny usually works the whole time anyway. So except for the fact that he never came home at night it was almost a normal weekend. I will admit that it was hard to get to sleep without him there but once I fell asleep I slept better than a baby. I say that cause as far as I am concerned sleeping for two hours at a time is not that great, don’t know why people compare their good sleep to a babies anyway? I had the whole bed to myself, plus four pillows and there was no one hogging the covers, moving around or snoring in my ear…not to mention the latest which is where he lays there with his hand on my belly squishing my bladder, like the baby doesn’t do that enough?! In fact I woke up this morning feeling like I never slept al all last night, but honestly it did feel good to have him there laying next to me!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;p style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#7f7f7f"&gt;Last night I was a little sad about the race. I was looking forward to watching it, in the afternoon of course and at about 9pm at night I finally gave up and went to sleep. I mean serious people how many times do you try to run a race before giving up?!? However cause they didn’t give up there was one heck of a crash, which is always exciting. I hate when the races are Monday though cause of course I can’t watch it as I am at work. You think they would know that and start it later just for that reason. Ha ha ha. I read a comment that someone left in my last entry and it seems that Edwards won, which is cool cause he is one of my picks. You never know it could be a Juan-der-ful day next race day!!&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+Who's+27%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!18229.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!18229.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:47:53 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!18229/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!18229.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-26T16:53:16Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Does it get any better...?</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!16988.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang=EN-US style="font-size:12pt;color:gray;font-family:'Arial Narrow'"&gt;I know that as this is the last day of this year that most of us will be reflecting and hoping that next year brings something more. I don’t have to. This year was the best year of my life. I don’t feel right now that things could get any better. Although I know that next year will be a very important year as well. What do you say when all your dreams have come true in one magical year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+Loving+the+new+do....&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!16768.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!16768.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 18:49:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>35</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!16768/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!16768.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-12-15T18:49:53Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Life is good...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12009.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;Today I slept in. I am sure it was a bit of a waste of a morning but I laid with the cats and petted them each time they decided to walk across me until we fell back to sleep. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I took Kenny lunch and instead of leaving right after I hung out for a while and chatted with him about anything. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I helped out a good friend who could not afford to by something for her family that she wanted to. I am sure that she would do the same for me. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I used the end of the watering can that Randy and Joe gave me so that I didn’t dig deep holes in the garden while watering the flowers. I think the flowers enjoyed the gentle shower better. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I helped a friend that felt like they had no one left to help them out of a jam. The thanks was enough to make me feel useful after a week at work feeling useless. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I sat and talked with my sister-in-law and played with my nephew instead of cleaning my house. It was so much more enjoyable and really made my day. 
&lt;p&gt;Today I eventually cleaned the house and got a huge hug when Kenny got home from work. He tells me that our house always smells so nice. Sometimes I am still not used to all the thank you’s or the hugs and kisses. 
&lt;p&gt;Tonight I will be going to a friends buck n doe. I will get to see all the people that we have been to busy with our own wedding and the house and garden to get around see. 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is good!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of the day: Life’s Been Good - Eagles&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;y1p16Jv2-0b1lr5v48AG5Zh3PdSSmjS131TVNB71VfQaw1DIj0c5s5qZA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;12281&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+Life+is+good...&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!12009.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12009.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 21:29:56 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!12009/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!12009.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-06T01:05:57Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Deep thoughts...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11575.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 in driving home my gay friend from work the other day the question came up have they thought about having kids. He mentioned that they are not ready yet, and they really haven’t talked about it. This conversation made me think about how hard it just might be for a same sex couple to have a family. I mean what kind of problems would they run into in trying to adopt. I know it is a hard enough process to adopt a child to begin with, let alone having people judging you on your sexual preference instead of your ability to raise a child. 
&lt;p&gt;Now I don’t know about anyone else but if two men can raise a child, love and nurture that child in some cases better than some men and a women on this earth than I think they should be allowed. I mean who is anyone to judge how the two of them on how they would raise a child because of their sexuality? I know that this is a pretty deep entry, that a lot of people will be offended by and possibly chose not to comment on or even comment negatively on but that is ok. This is my blog where I enter my thoughts on daily things in my life right?!? Some children in this world do not have parents that take care of them at all, they are mentally and physically abused, been neglected. What about the families that dream of having kids, the ones that long to raise a child with someone that they love. 
&lt;p&gt;You can't say that just because I am a woman and I sleep with another woman I should not have kids cause they will see that and think it's ok. What if I were a whore and slept with a lot of different men? Or a woman that let her husband beat me? Wouldn't that be more damaging to a child than seeing that it's ok to love someone? My end question and the whole point of this entry is if you knew a couple that couldn’t have children either heterosexual of homosexual would you have a child for them? and why? cause if I knew that they truly loved each other and would raise that child in a loving environment I sure would I would have a child if I was capable for anyone who asked!!&lt;i&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Song of the day: Ever And A Day - AFI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&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+Deep+thoughts...&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!11575.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11575.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 01:39:06 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>17</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!11575/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!11575.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-11T02:21:19Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Happy Valentine's Day...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9289.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;We got the snow they promised us some where inbetween 8 - 10&amp;quot;, but we should get a little more tomorrow as well. My drive to work was slow and steady and a whopping 30km/hr!! When I got there I found huge snow drifts through the parking lot and the locks were buried in snow. I got in just fine, parked my little car in a huge snow drift and I had to shovel a path for us to get in. The snow drifts were brutal, I would say about 2' in some places. The day was cold and slow and I ended up giving the same guy another ride home tonight so he could not have been that scared from last night. 
&lt;p&gt;We just got back from family supper and now we are going to curl up and watch TV as I am sill not really feeling that well. The cold seems to have moved back into my head and it feels like it's going to explode. Kenny and I agreed not to get anything for each other this year, I guess as we always do but he still bought me some chocolates (for us to share). Since we agreed to get each other nothing I did not get him anything and I didn't even feel well enough to make him a card. I am not really big on the gift thing cause we celebrate our love everyday, what difference would a gift make? Our love is better than gifts...and yet the perfect gift to each other! I am just not big on the Birthday, Christmas or Valentine’s Day gifts. We are paying for the house and so that is a good enough gift. I have him and that is the best present ever, I don’t need anything else!! 
&lt;p&gt;A big Happy Birthday to Linda who is a lucky Valentine's baby. I hope your day of nothing was wonderful! 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: All Of My Love - Led Zeppelin&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;y1pyNSgMjBvHGpT-a6Lf86-cq92HuzHgxUth2YeS9GMAC9-PprCdatp9w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;9314&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;y1pxkd1rTrlWLlyuAGv7nO1QQc2Cngkq9cBZ8ek_Q70cTcGZ8_BqhYrPw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;9315&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+Valentine's+Day...&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!9289.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9289.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 02:16:27 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>32</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!9289/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9289.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-15T22:52:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>How do you know...?</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9088.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;So how do you know? A few people have asked, I used to ask the same question to myself all the time. I had heard it a million times before from so many people. You just do! You will know when you find the right guy! I must have heard it a million times. But how? I would wonder. How would I know? Would there be a sign above his head? You just know!! Those words drove me insane, it made me head reel, I looked at everyone and wondered how they ever knew. 
&lt;p&gt;The truth is that you just know!! 
&lt;p&gt;Right from the beginning there is just something special about that person. You can’t imagine life without them. You have no doubts, and when you do talking to them about your doubts makes them disappear. Everything that makes you &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; they love, the good and bad. A bad day turns into a great one when you see their face. They laugh at you when you are funny, and their laugh makes you laugh too. When you hold hands it makes you giggle, and when you fart in front of them you can both laugh about it. When you are sad and cry they hug you and wipe away your tears. When you see them cry, you cry too and wipe each others tears away. You can not stay mad at them for long, no matter how hard you try. They have seen you at your worst and still think you are beautiful. Their voice although they might be miles away calms you. You tell them everything that you want and everything that you need. They give you everything you need, and try to give you everything you want. You do the same, without even knowing you are doing it. You want to share all your feelings with them and know that they won’t think you are crazy. They do the crazy things with you cause they would do anything just to be with you. Everything is just so comfortable and you feel like you have known each other all your lives, but when you kiss them you always feel like you are kissing them for the first time. They want to be there always, to see everything all the way through your life. They want to experience life with you. You wake up everyday to see them, and curl up every night with them...they are the last person you want to see in a day and the first when you wake up. 
&lt;p&gt;It’s true what they say...you will just know!! 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;Song of the day: Hero - Enrique Iglesias (Kenny finally remembered this was the first song we danced to, with a bit of help!!)&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;y1pYfPgcHTIj-BbirH8xaQi-itDyE299NQc2Pue3lEJP2fL7NwVtSCswQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;9144&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+How+do+you+know...%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!9088.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9088.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 03:40:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>29</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!9088/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9088.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-10T23:56:26Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>A year later...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!9065.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;So today would have been a ok day but I found out that I am not getting paid for the time I had off after my surgery like I thought I was going to (apparently salary doesn’t mean that you get paid all the time), I did get my piece of crap car back (it’s clean but I am willing to bet that it’s not fixed), my womanly-thingy showed up early or late not too sure (doesn’t matter I wasn’t ready for it just yet) and worst of all I had such a bad enough day yesterday that I didn’t even write nor celebrate yesterday (an in some peoples minds it should be a paid holiday cause no one ever thought I was ever going to find my prince charming)!! You see although I had a very horrible day I still have this smile on my face. A year ago yesterday Kenny asked me to marry him and it was the best day of my life (that is until we actually get married on October 12th of this year)!! 
&lt;p&gt;I wasn’t much of a blogger then, in fact I accidentally deleted my whole blog that I had for quite a few months a few days before he proposed. I didn’t know exactly what to write, how much to write and figured I wouldn’t write much cause who would be interested. I never knew I was going to make such great friends here (that entry has 103 comments as of right now). I was so excited cause I just started my blog over that day and things between Kenny and I were great. 
&lt;p&gt;I knew that my parents were kind of wondering if I was ever going to find the right guy, but I was sure I had found him. I have dated a lot of losers and well...I just never figured that I would get married until I met Kenny. If anyone that I dated would bring it up the marriage conversation and ask me my thoughts about it I would just pretend to be a part of the conversation telling them what I wanted which was never what they wanted (meanwhile in my head I was picking at all the reasons I would never marry them) and then I would remind them that I wasn’t really big on marriage. One guy asked me if I believed in soul mates, I said yes, but also stated that he was not mine, he was offended I think but I am sure he got over it. I have always felt that Kenny is my soul mate!! 
&lt;p&gt;I decided that I would wait and wait and wait. I did not mind waiting cause I was going to wait for the perfect guy, for me, not for everyone else! I waited for 28 years. I threw peanuts at him the first night we really met not even knowing what was ahead of us. We had been together just shy of two months when I received a text message from Kenny telling me that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. It was actually December 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; @ 11:58am cause I still have it in my phone (I just looked at it cause it makes me all warm and fuzzie inside). I was so happy that he felt the same way I did. We had talked about marriage and it was funny cause I really was a part of this conversation and in telling him what I was looking for I realized that he was everything I wanted. It was just easier if he said it first!! 
&lt;p&gt;I guess that he spent the next few months planning how he would propose. I took a bath one night and when I cam out of the tub all the candles I owned (and I own a lot) were lit. I could hear Dallas Green singing softly in the background and figured that he was trying to get a romantic mood going (turned out he wanted me in a different way)!! 
&lt;p&gt;We talked so much about everything that we wanted in life we knew very soon after we started dating that we were perfect for each other. We had only been together for 4 months. My heart start to race and as I entered the room he was there on one knee smiling with tears in his eyes. I started to feel the tears start and held them back just long enough to hear the most amazing words I have ever heard. I think I said yes before he even finished asking me. I have tears in my eyes right now just remembering. It will be a moment in life that I will never forget, even when I am 80 (unless I get Alzheimer’s). 
&lt;p&gt;This past year growing with him in our realtionship has been the best year and I love him more and more each day (which I never knew it was possible to love someone so much). All of these things have gone wrong in the last few days but coming home to him and having him hold me makes life perfect in every way!! So my song of the day is the one that was playing when he asked me to marry him, it brings a smile to my face each time I hear it no matter what mood I am in. I only wish that all of you have or will feel the same love that we share with someone special during your lives. 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;well for Kenny that is....mine has been extended another week!! &lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080" size=2&gt;The neighbourhood watch was called off today as Kenny had the day off with me. I have no idea what happened out my front window at all cause I was never bored enough to watch. Although last night before I went to bed I did figure out the guy that comes to the house to pick the kids up every once in a while dropped off a package last night. Not too sure what it was, maybe it’s a drug ring?!? LOL I am now taking my soap opera a little further. 
&lt;p&gt;So Kenny had the day off and I had someone to spend time with, and this made the day fly by. In fact I find it funny that it is already over, cause it feels like we just got up. We slept in until about 10am and then I got up to check my email. Kenny got up and he made us breakfast. Don’t get too much into the &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;aaaaawwww&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; mode cause it was just cereal. Then we started to plan our day. We decided to have my ring cleaned and check out some wedding bands. Mine just doesn’t have the shine to it anymore, well it does now, in fact it looks great!! I want a pretty plain wedding band and so does he, and we found a few that caught our eye, but we are going to keep looking. Then we went to Canadian Tire for a dehumidifier and picked up a screwdriver set for 60% off. We will never run out of screwdrivers again, well we better not. Got a few frozen things from the store on our way home so that I can just pop things into the oven for suppers. It seems as though we just keep eating later and later. So I decided to make things easier! 
&lt;p&gt;It was really easy tonight as I didn’t have to make supper. Kenny had to help my brother move the couch so they bought pizza for all of us. They put a laminate wood floor in their living room and it looks great. I did have my camera with me but I forgot to take pictures. I can’t get over how much Payton eats now. As soon as she smelt the pizza in the van she was screaming for food. She ate three pieces of crazy bread and two slices of pizza, which was almost as much as I ate. Well at least she eats, Tori on the other hand is going through a phase where she has decided that things that she has ate for the last six years of her life are no longer on the list of things that she likes. Logan, well that little bugger just watched people eat like a hawk and can’t wait to sink his teeth into something else other than his rice cereal. It was a pretty blonde day for Amanda today she had a few moments.....and...well we spent most of the nigh making fun of her. I know it’s mean but she was laughing at herself too!! 
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&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Never ever think that I don't love you so...&lt;br&gt;Sure somedays it may be hard for you to know...&lt;br&gt;Our dreams we are building, with our own sweat and tears...&lt;br&gt;Always know my love, not matter what, I'm yours for all your years!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;y1pqcSxnruNrGmlF6-NvAd0P9QBOmjknfV0J8Hqi-bz67Ypeenzs1_o5g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;5440&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+Best+year+of+my+life...&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!5208.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5208.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 16:53:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</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!5208/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!5208.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-10-31T22:54:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I got sleep...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3221.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;all curled up and cozy with Kenny and it felt great....until I woke up at 4 in the morning sweating my ass off?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;It appears that in the middle of the night the air conditioner that we just bought about a half a month ago died. So back to Wal-Mart we go tonight to get a new one!! I don't know what it's problem was but I guess that the noises that it has been making the last few days should have been an indication that it was having some problems.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;It was great to have Kenny back home. We went to family supper and then got some cat food and litter. Then it was home to bed, to sleep!! So I don't have much to write about, cause last night I was sleeping by 9 pm.  &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;y1pWpOArL1COKxJQrPZIBap4xcKw-EXtTNJGwR-8hqRumC36JtTa1WBiQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3227&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+got+sleep...&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!3221.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3221.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 16:48:32 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</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!3221/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3221.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-06-17T15:51:22Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Now I really need a nap...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3208.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;for sure...I thought I was tired yesterday but now...&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;I am drained...&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;Last night trying to get to sleep was no different than the night before, except there was no cats fighting in my bed. There was however a rather large cat fight upstairs in the spare room at about 3. I imagine that is was over food or the litter box or somthing stupid, and &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I am pretty sure that it was all three of them,&lt;/font&gt; at least the noise made it seem like it was!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I watched CSI until there were no more. It sucked cause last night cause I had seen all the episodes that they had on. &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Later I watched a lot of informercials,&lt;/font&gt; I have come to the conclusion that a lot of stuipd shows that come on really early in the morning. I even blog surfed for a while, as some of you might have noticed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I think I had problems with the fact that I was worried that if I did get to sleep that I might have those bad dreams again. Someone said that me writting all of this down will make him never want to go away again. I think they are wrong. &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I think that is shows that I love him,&lt;/font&gt; and I think that by letting out my feelings I have felt better to hear that I am not the only one that feels this way. Besides next time it might be easier, cause I will see that he comes back and everything will be fine.....I will just have to stock up on sleep next time before he leaves.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Anyways, he will be home tonight, so I can't wait for work to be over. Most of all I can't wait to curl up with him and finally get some sleep!! This afternoon is going to be the longest in history, followed by the longest family supper in history, not to mention that we should probably get a few things for the house. &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Honestly I just can't wait until bedtime, I hope he is tired!!&lt;/font&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+Now+I+really+need+a+nap...&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!3208.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3208.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 16:44:58 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</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!3208/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3208.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-06-16T00:19:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I need a nap...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3017.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;sleep...what is that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I tried really hard last night...in fact....&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I tried everything!&lt;/font&gt; Very weird that I have to have him there to sleep isn't it? Or is it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Fan on, TV on, TV off, air conditioner on, cat in bed, air conditioner off, cat out of bed, fan on, fan off, cat in bed and meowing by head &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;(I think Chloe was wondering why there was so much space)&lt;/font&gt;, fan on, TV on, TV off, cat out of bed, get a drink, music on &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;(not such a good idea cause I couldn't decide what I wanted to hear)&lt;/font&gt;, music off, fan off, another cat in the bed, TV off, cat leaves, then returns, followed by multiple cats &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;(thought they were cute trying to keep me company)&lt;/font&gt;, then after a small fight in the bed by I think all three cats?? for sure two, all cats were put out of room and locked out, TV back on, watch TV for a while, felt like I couldn't sleep with door open so I went to close it but I never made it there. I think I fell asleep for a while, maybe an hour or so. Then of course I had to go pee and woke back up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;I watched hours tick by literally...&lt;/font&gt;I even thought about doing some blog surfing but decided against it. No matter how tired I was just couldn't manage to get back to sleep. &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I think it was about 4 when I finally drifted back to sleep....&lt;/font&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;nly to have the worst nightmares I think I have ever had. I know that he is going no where but for some reason I had him meeting all these hot chicks where he is and deciding that they were better than me?? I don't think that talking to Eva about how her mom things I have gained a lot of weight helped. The were all cute, young and thin. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;I know weird, crazy and insane, but that is what I dreamed about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;He sends me text messages all the time when he is in town, but I know up there he has no signal. He had sent a few while I was out riding and one last night when I told him that I was going to bed. It was nice to hear from him. &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Today I waited and waited to hear from him, in fact I felt like a teenager waiting for her first boyfriend to call.&lt;/font&gt; I finally noticed that I had a message when I went for break. I got all excited to find out that it was from Jess, not that I didn't like getting the message I just figured that it would be him saying good morning. He sent finally about a half an hour ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I feel kind of bad, I am glad that he can't read these until he gets home. I would hate to ruin his fun cause it's good for him to get away and party with the guys. &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Besides tonight will be better for sure I have made a fake Kenny, and he is hairy too!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;(cause I will be so tired by bed time that I will have to do nothing but sleep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; I have lot's to do, and it all involves coffee, not that I drink coffee. 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;y1pwBBUfEftAbu0xO4iqIYry6E_LSdoF2snJwISGUa2dcnj47rdsKLISg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3031&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;y1pDEARo6I1UYtGWwcYN7ouM4Rx2wl__w5GTTbxRcY7dGWEJEQsaPP96g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3032&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+need+a+nap...&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!3017.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3017.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 17:18:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</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!3017/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3017.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-06-16T00:18:27Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Not what I had in mind...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3012.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;...turned out not too bad......so far......we shall see how the trying to sleep thing works out!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I don't even know where to start with my night. I came home really quick and cleaned the cat litter, changed and drove out to mom's to get the bike. When I got there I decided that I should give it a bath since it hasn't had one since last year, it had a fairly large layer of dirt on it. OOOOOPS! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I gave it a quick wash, I figured that it needed to be rode more than washed. I was right...the damn thing wouldn't start!! I wondered earlier if it might rain since some dark clouds were rolling in and figured that would be the end to my bike ride.....but now I had to figure out what it needed to start. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I called Amanda (the pro-creator) whom I was supposed to have coffee with and informed her that I would not be stopping by due to my raging anger that I was experiencing, knowing that she couldn't help I just vented a bit. I said that maybe tomorrow would be better for us to have coffee. Trust me at that point in time I don't think anything could have gotten me out of the bad mood I was in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;It had new gas, new spark plugs, and the battery has been on a trickle charger for a week. Nothing seemed to work....and I tried everything. I killed the battery trying to start it and had to hook the damn thing up to my car. LOL I decided to have a break (this was the best idea yet!) The bike must not want me to smoke cause it started about 10 seconds after I lit it up! If I would have known that I would have lit one up sooner. LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;So since I supposed to go out to Amanda's for coffee and cancelled I decided to go for a quick ride around town. I rode around looking for people, finding no one, so I then decided to head towards Eva's. See what was going on and they happened to be out on the porch and my X wasn't there, so I stopped. Had a few smokes caught up on her moving in August, her and Derek trying to get a house of their own (I know what that is like). Then we talked about the fact that her mom mentioned that I have really put on the pounds. I know that I noticed it, Kenny says that he hasn't noticed it but Eva agreed that I certainly had put a few on, 30lbs to be exact!! (so on that note I should be using the Gazelle for something else other than a coat hanger) We must have talked for an hour when I noticed that it was still light and I had the bike out, so I got back on the bike.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;There was no one out. So I returned Chambers call to see if he was up for a ride. Although he dumped his bike last week he is still riding it around, with no body. LOL He said he was at Shawn's and I should stop by. So I did. They were watching CSI, and really into it I might add. I had already seen the episode and so I found myself feeding the big orange cat a lot of cat nip to keep myself amused. It was funny, the cat freaking out after it's own tail, it reminded me that I should go home and see my own! I checked out a few of the records that Shawn bought at a garage sale. Made me laugh, records I would have listened to growing up and even a few of those kids records that came with a story book to read along with. LOL I know I'm old. It's ok. I got bored and left them to watch TV.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I cruised the dig a few times, dipped out of town and decided that it was getting a little cool, and dark, I should go home and eat supper. So I took her home and put her to bed, hopefully she will start tomorrow. I went where I used to go when I was single and done a bike ride. *~*TACO BELL*~* Hey no point in cooking for just one, although I was thinking about Eggo's, maybe tomorrow night. I drove around looking for people, just in case they were now out....no one.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I dreaded coming home to an empty house full of cats. (if that makes any sense at all??) When I came in the door I thought about how there would be no Kenny to greet me with a big smile and hug. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;It sucked...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;bad...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;until I went pee...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;no it didn't burn...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;there was a note under the lid...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size=2&gt;I know it sounds weird, but Kenny left a little I love you note on the toilet. Weird yes, but very cute. It made me smile, and kind of laugh. He knows that is usually the first thing I do when I get home, as I have a small bladder!! He also know that I would probably eat in the living room, so there was another under the convertor, one on my bedroom pillow and of course one in front of the computer. Telling me that he loved me and missed me. I hope he does....cause I really miss him too....I am going to try to get some sleep now.&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;y1pz34M76krY_BHfIFscxQRY-spmTnBPaZRC4nP_JRwJVd_uIqLcGzcRw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3034&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+Not+what+I+had+in+mind...&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!3012.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3012.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 01:49:48 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</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!3012/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3012.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-01T01:00:49Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>First night apart...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3007.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Tonight will be the first time that Kenny and I have been apart overnight. I know, I know, it's only a few nights...but it will really be weird for me. Normally I would be screaming for some time on my own, time for myself. With him it is different. I want him to be around all the time. I am sure that he will be looking forward to some time with the guys golfing, fishing and drinking, and he does really deserve it.&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 no idea what it is going to be like. I know that it is going to be really hard to get to sleep without him lying next to me. Very weird that I have go to sleep without a good night kiss, or a back to scratch, with a scratch that I have to catch on his back. (as they move all over the place) LOL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;You know it's weird, he came over one day and since then he has never left! I can't remember what life was like before him but I know that it was really boring...guess the next few days will be a reminder. It's funny, I am not even looking forward to going home....it will be so empty! I guess I will have to spend most of the night out riding my bike!!&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;y1pJz8Ejwb-OkUPzD9djrIvo4Kx0JQCCF1XWv_iVpPDrCaROhVAgKcPEQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;3071&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+First+night+apart...&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!3007.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3007.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 19:41:27 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</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!3007/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!3007.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-06-16T00:12:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>The best feelings in the world...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2747.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080" size=4&gt;are those that have no words in any language to describe them...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-1179925278267890796&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+best+feelings+in+the+world...&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!2747.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2747.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 19:55:00 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</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!2747/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2747.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-30T22:17:19Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>When you told me that you loved me...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2734.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;you made my ratty hair turn in to a elegantly styled do...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;my t-shirt and jeans turned into a beautiful dress...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;my dirty old running shoes turned into glass slippers...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;.....f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;rom then on I've been living a Cinderella story!!&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;y1pTPAgWYt-aYrmn1GCbHQXp6GTRXotOH0KMhA1-m8nXSDZsxclsrphKQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2738&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;y1p3XSTohVkKkJ_uWYDilZjOselUlLwsBktSf2-S74cFp3hY0aPgRVpdQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2739&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+When+you+told+me+that+you+loved+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!2734.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2734.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 14:41:13 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!2734/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2734.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-30T22:15:37Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Once in a while...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2728.entry</link><description>&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;right in the middle of a perfectly ordinary life... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;love brings us the most beautiful gift of a fairy tale.....&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600" size=2&gt;and so for the last 7 months I have found myself living in a story book!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;y1pMhCSc2FU1eHEwmSUbuIlTUtej1_TdP6EhCjd8DcwtpmRr8868pnQXQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2740&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+Once+in+a+while...&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!2728.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2728.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 16:18:08 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</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!2728/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2728.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-05-15T18:19:10Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Isn't life funny...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2504.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;For the rest of you that might be just tuning in when I told my mother who I was dating she laughed, not in a bad way though. She laughed cause my middle name is Joanne which was picked because my mom worked with Mary (Kenny's grandmother), and Joanne (Kenny's mom) was there one day. My mom couldn't figure out another name to go with Amanda and when she saw Joanne the one day she decided that it went perfectly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;As weird as that was it got a little weirder today when Kenny was helping his mom do her spring clean up. He grabbed a box and in the top of the box was this card (seen below). While it's funny to see my family on a card as a family, it's really weird to see how Kenny and I didn't meet sooner considering that our familys have known each other forever. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;Big Happy Birthday wishes go out to my mom today who is turning...29! *wink* (really 50, but she don't look it!!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;As for our trip to the furthest point of Onatrio, please check out the Kingsville album. There is a lot of nice scenery there. We had a great time at the &amp;quot;spa&amp;quot; and I'm very happy to have spent some more time getting to know Kenny's family better.&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;y1p1pzhFMtXDF4UUBAYAw-9JGOrO6_Y4Hgur_WgIQccoDHe1NPx4Cb3xA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2505&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;y1pJL03IkDhKqxJCsE83I9E9_iEe3Q0yWlrYkco57IkPB7BnwuEz9_JZg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2506&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;y1pFv8veN49C84FIkxhGCFqv5y5xWC6PGT5sDKuE0sFTs_csC-CzAFzXQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2507&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;y1ppOvEjHRy8XzfEd_Z3zUcRl-ex_H6sYQ12YhYrdjXiBoz2Je76L3jZg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2508&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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+Isn't+life+funny...&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!2504.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2504.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 00:35:42 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!2504/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2504.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-11-30T22:32:44Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I was the barber....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2259.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Tonight I shaved Kenny's head, and I didn't cut him. Not that I normally do. Just sometimes, and I don't mean too, I catch the electric razor on his earing in the top of his ear and I am sure that it hurts a little. He doesn't get mad he just makes a weird noise. Not sure how to describe it really...it's kind of like a grunt and a yelp at the same time. It's a grunt of annoyance and a yelp of pain....so let's call it a &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&amp;quot;grelp&amp;quot;&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;**New word of the day**  grelp: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Arial color="#808080"&gt;To grunt and yelp simultaneously!&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;y1p8imSwr-G8lUNoU-h176jpvFt1OTRw9tcEDtYPeTAIZmroij9zwc1MA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;2260&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+was+the+barber....&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!2259.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2259.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Apr 2006 00:52:33 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!2259/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!2259.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-04-19T16:10:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Lot's to do...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1526.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Lots and lot's to ne honest. It's wedding dress shopping with my mom for most of the day and the off to Red Lobster for Kenny's really late Birthday supper. I think I have my work cut out for me today, as much as it is a day off I will still be working hard. I just don't know how many hours of trying on dresses I can handle before I go crazy, we all know how much I love to wear dresses. Hopefully I get lot's and lot's of pictures too. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;I love going places shopping with my mom, except I have to be honest with her and tell my mom that Rebecca still isn't ready to meet us yet. I think I might get that off my chest first so that the rest of the fun day makes her kind of forget about the bad?!?!&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;y1pmI5yUqQLDgW9FNrqHxSfz9ZcTAjEkFDghhTMdnPEuc53n9f1GNH4pg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1528&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;y1p7IxtypcuQXWEL0a2xLUYEql495S1e7vvK2VuUcIRMyYJT1Ib6H__3g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1529&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+to+do...&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!1526.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1526.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 13:21:08 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</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!1526/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1526.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-23T16:27:29Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Just wanted to brag....</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1368.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;cause I am the luckiest girl in the world. Today Kenny brought me lunch, on his day off! Not to mention the fact that he nomally puts my lunch together every morning. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Today he went and picked me up a salad, some juice and we sat in his truck an had lunch together. It was the best lunch I have had at my new job cause for the first time that lunch hour seemed to go by so fast, not it's usual feels like 10 hours. &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;y1pxqZul5g5Qis6X45SodgNOC3R3yedvI3CZApLNdD2MeATDHrtp3d5rQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1376&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+wanted+to+brag....&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!1368.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1368.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 20:15:45 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!1368/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!1368.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-08T13:57:45Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>We had lot's of fun...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!891.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Although I was sick we went over to Kenny's parents last night and drank in the garage. Well I didn't drink but everyone else did. Even my brother came over to join in the festivities. There are two new photo albums. One in colour and one in black and white. I got really sick of taking pictures in colour so I went back to the back and white near the end of the night. I hope you enjoy.&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;y1p7m7oV3My5qGD19dPSTyfyzvjwvjokYGXm9jxeo7fyqY9Mv-OKYZaoA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1117&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+We+had+lot's+of+fun...&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!891.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!891.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 17:21:58 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!891/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!891.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-01T22:13:11Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>!!Happy Birthday Kenny!!</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!847.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Well it's Kenny birthday, his 25th birthday at that!!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#ff0000" size=4&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/heart.gif"&gt;  Happy 25th Birthday Kenny  &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;Me I am very, very, mad, not really at him,  but kind of at him, he had decided to share the virus that he has had for the last few days with me. Which I suspected was/is Norwalk, now I am sick, very, very, very sick. Which sucks cause I really wanted him to have a really good birthday. Now I have been living in my bathroom for the last few hours, and suspect that I might be there for the reast of the day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#808080"&gt;I don't even know if I will be able to take him out for Red Lobster like I promised which really makes me feel really bad cause I know he was really looking forward to it. Who knows maybe by the time he is done work I might be feeling better?!?! God I hope so!&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;y1pe0wMb26WSORZY_-mryEdEiH6VVUp3QF3-kMHrVKSjLxCVC7FlrAFBg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1116&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+Birthday+Kenny!!&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!847.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!847.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 12:53:19 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!847/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!847.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-01T22:11:31Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>!!Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!239.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/heart.gif"&gt;  &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I love Kenny!!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/heart.gif"&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;y1peS6GJ6C5fNQW6p8FfwKEGrv3_i3XqZDjRxQ-TSsq8BzLO7uKW2pTDA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1108&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+Valentine's+Day!!&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!239.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!239.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 14:49:57 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>17</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!239/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!239.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-01T21:56:05Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Love is great...</title><link>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!119.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Love (luv): intense affection, to enjoy enthusiastically, a feeling of attraction resulting from sexual desire........ If Blake had not of dragged me off my couch one night. I would still be there every night curled up and watching CSI, filling my face with Taco Bell until I pass out, waiting for the snow to finish falling so I could fill my nights with bike rides, while the most perfect man sits at Crabbies drinking Corona. &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I have had the largest smile that anyone has ever seen on my face for the last three months, and it never goes away. I don't ever want it to go away! It seems that, no matter how bad life gets, all that it takes is one of his smiles, hugs, or kisses to make that smile appear on my face. If that smile does leave, as soon as I am in the comfort of one of his rather large hugs that never seem to end, life is once again perfect. At first it seemed all too perfect, now I believe that it is fate. &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color="#ff00ff"&gt;I can't picture life without Kenny! We have spent everyday since we met together, and I could spend everyday of the rest of my life with him. &lt;/font&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;y1pOmRTH98ySSvkWzG8WQelZYTMMj1SYWaZYMVNnh41iqY4mgUnfBImaw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;EFA01035FF56A394&amp;#33;1102&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+Love+is+great...&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!119.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!119.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 15:21:55 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!119/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://imsoskrumshz.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!EFA01035FF56A394!119.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-03-01T21:43:15Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>