<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:25.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~**It's all about ME!!!!!!!!**~~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109800354742829242</id><published>2004-10-16T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T04:03:04.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't do much today. Hung out around the house and spent time with the family. My dad cooked his famous hot wings tonight. I love when he cooks them. Everybody is always home and we sit around in the kitchen eating batches of wings as he cooks up more. Everybody having drinks and socializing; it's so much fun. I love to hear my mom and dad tell stories of them back in the day. One of the stories that I think is so funny: When my mom was about 13, her and a friend wanted to go to the "picture show" (movies for those of you who don't know-I didn't either). So, my grandma is driving down the interstate to take them and they get pulled over. The cop asks my grandma, "Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?" Grandma says, "Well, I wasn't speedin' was I?" The cop proceeds to say, "No ma'am, you were going too SLOW. We have a minimum speed of 45 on interstates, you were going 30." My mom said her and her friend laughed so hard about that all night! She said she was so embarassed! That's so funny to me; I would be embarassed too if I was a young teenager in the car and my mom got pulled over for that! And my grandma thought she might have been speeding, that's too funny! I like when my dad tells stories too because I always get to aggravate him. He'll tell a story about drinking with friends or sneaking out/in. Then I get to aggravate him about always getting on to me for the stuff I did when I was younger. His philosophy to me has ALWAYS been: Do as I say, not as I DID! My dad's a trip! We are so much alike. Some of my favorite memories of us are at our old house when we would have food fights. He'd start picking on my about something at the dinner table and I'd toss a pickle or something on his plate. Then he'd toss it back and hit me in the head with it. That done it! It was an all out food fight then! We were bad about cracking eggs on each others heads (sometimes for no reason) or squirting mustard on each other. And I'm not talking about just a little-we would be covered in food. It was always so much fun! We haven't had a food fight in a long time-over a year. Since we moved in our house and he started his truckin' business he's not home a lot. I think tomorrow I'll surprise him with an egg on the head--I'll let y'all know how that goes! It's funny how we are so alike. People even say I look like him. That's weird considering he's my dad, not my father. I always tease my mom and tell her she must have had a drunken one night stand with him years ago and got me; and they just happened to meet and get together 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to go. I'm gonna get my room picked up and wash some clothes. Talk to you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109800354742829242?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109800354742829242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109800354742829242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109800354742829242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109800354742829242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109790232983122806</id><published>2004-10-15T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:52:09.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>Hey gang! Everyone needs to go to &lt;a href="http://twinbehindtheplate08.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah's&lt;/a&gt; blog and check it out! She finally decided to join us! I know, bout time right?! (Hey Angela, ya like how I figured out the whole "link" thing on my own? It took me long enough! If you'd get your butt online I could've saved tons of time! just kidding! *smiles*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today at work was pretty boring, but that's ok because it's FRIDAY!!!!! I'm really happy the weekend is here. I don't know why, I don't have any special plans this weekend. But, next weekend is gonna be interesting. My sister's wedding is the 23rd. It's going to be really interesting to see how well I can walk down the isle in that huge dress and high heels. As you all know, I don't do dresses! And my sister can't have us wearing regular dresses at her wedding, we are wearing the kind that's strapless at the top and at the waist it flares out real big like them ballroom dresses. (I guess that's what they're called.) I'm probably gonna fall, that's my luck! But, if I do, I'll just play it off and laugh. It sounds like something I'd do anyway to be silly! Not really, my sister would probably shoot me if I pulled some mess like that at her wedding! I can't wait to see Hailey in her flower girl dress!  She's gonna be so adorable! This past February my other sister got married and Hailey was the flower girl in it too.  She was so cute!  She got about half way down the isle putting out her petals.  When she was out of petals she looked up and realized everyone was watching her.  She got embarassed and straight dashed toward my mom!  It was so funny!  I'll be sure to post a few pictures next weekend of the wedding, but don't think you'll see me in any of them!  Not gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, that's it for tonight.  I'm gonna go.  I guess I'll talk to you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109790232983122806?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109790232983122806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109790232983122806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109790232983122806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109790232983122806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekends-are-wonderful.html' title='Weekends are Wonderful!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109781533306715965</id><published>2004-10-14T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:42:13.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone!  I know you all have missed me!  Sorry I haven't posted in a while.  These last few days have been extremely busy!  EARLY Saturday morning we had to take my grandma to the hospital.  She didn't get out until late Tuesday night.  She's been staying here with my family and I since then.  She's gotten pretty bad off, she actually almost died over the weekend.  I thank God that she didn't.  I love her so much!  I've enjoyed having her here with me the last few days.  It's been a lot of fun hanging out with her but it does keep me pretty busy.  She's pretty stubborn about things.  She doesn't want to let anyone help her eat, or get around, or anything else.  She's pretty good about letting me help her, I think it's just because I've always been the goofy one with her.  She has always said that I was the sweetest one of the whole family.  But, you all already know I'm sweet! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days at work have been pretty boring.  They are doing a good job of keeping me and Sarah separated, with all the calls we have.  They won't even put us on calls on the same bridge.  They have actually kept me separated from just about everyone I talk to at work.  It sucks!  The days are so boring!  I can't wait for IR season to end!  Back to goofing off and pushing the rules!  Hey, gotta keep the work day interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping Shanna tonight.  (Sarah's daughter)  She's so sweet and quiet.  Not at all what I'm used to!  Hailey is some what of a hellian (don't know how to spell that one!).  I don't mind keeping Shanna at all!  Sarah says I spoil her.  Everytime I keep her I let her stay up late and when she does go to bed she gets to sleep with me (something else Sarah doesn't allow).  Plus I always get her candy and let her pick out her own breakfast.  I think that's why she loves me so much!  She was so cute tonight; she rode with me to take Daniel to work and he was picking on her (like he does EVERYbody!).  She just looked at him with a big grin and said, "Go to work Dingle!"  I laughed so hard my stomach was hurting!  She has always called him "Dingle" instead of "Daniel".  It's so cute.  And to hear Shanna get an "attitude" with someone is so funny because she is always so quiet!  When we got to Kroger, I had to go inside and pick up a few things.  We had been inside about 20 mins and Shanna looked at me and said, "I'm getting ill and tired.  We should go home."  And she was just as serious as she could be.  So, of course I headed to the check out, let her pick out her candy (and some for Hailey too-Shanna said it wasn't fair for her to get candy and Hailey not have any), and we were on our way home.  She's a trip!  I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still don't know who Brandy's stalker is.  I think they got scared though.  They haven't been messing with her lately.  That's good!  I guess they know what's best for them.  I still have no clue as to who it could be but I'm sure, no...I'm positive we will find out before too much longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gang, I'm gonna go get some sleep now.  Shanna's done with her cookies and strawberry milk that she picked out (she's saving her M&amp;Ms for in the morning), and she wants me to lay down with her.  I'll talk to you guys tomorrow!  Hopefully it'll be a wonderful day!  It's Friday AND payday!  woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109781533306715965?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109781533306715965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109781533306715965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109781533306715965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109781533306715965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109729917513224145</id><published>2004-10-08T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:19:35.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have been warned!</title><content type='html'>Well, as most of you already know, Brandy has a cyber stalker.  This is what I have to say to that person:  What the hell do you think you are doing?  If you really work at Intercall as your profile says, then you know that Brandy is not the best person to mess with.  Not only does she take care of her own, but she has plenty of friends who've got her back.  I guess that's why you're too much of a scared ass to let your identity be known.  But it's ok, you can keep hiding behind your screenname, you WILL be outed eventually.  And when you are, well, let's just say you're pretty much gonna wish you hadn't done all this cowardly shit.  You are just some lonely bitch that sits at home and wishes they could be like someone else.  You have no life!  What you really need to be doing is getting off your ass, going out and finding some friends.  Believe me, when all is said and done, you WILL need &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; person you can find to have your back.  You really don't want to deal with all of us that have Brandy's back.  Consider yourself warned.  And remember, &lt;em&gt;ALL &lt;/em&gt;is fair in love and &lt;em&gt;WAR!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we got that taken care of, IT'S FRIDAY!!!  Isn't that great?!  Weekends are so wonderful!  I don't really have too much planned except Shanna's birthday party.  I'll be there tomorrow at 1:00.  I'm hoping I get to take Hailey with me.  Other than that, we plan on having a pretty calm weekend and catching up on sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to F'nP town.  Yes Angela!  I'm on my way!  Talk to you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109729917513224145?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109729917513224145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109729917513224145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109729917513224145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109729917513224145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-have-been-warned.html' title='You have been warned!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109712275547544281</id><published>2004-10-06T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T23:28:20.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/weding%20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/weding%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Cathy, here it is....a picture of me! It's not the best picture but, it'll have to do. This was taken on Christmas (2003) while opening gifts and gathering trash bags full of wrapping paper.  I think I need to put a few of the more "interesting" pictures on here......&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109712275547544281?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109712275547544281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109712275547544281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109712275547544281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109712275547544281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109709979399719146</id><published>2004-10-06T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T23:10:04.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Type of Soul Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>This really is me!  Everyone loves me AND I'm a genius!  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Carefree" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004723_escarefree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might&lt;br /&gt;have your pet peeves, but other than that, you're&lt;br /&gt;mainly calm. Blending in with your&lt;br /&gt;surroundings, you're the type of person&lt;br /&gt;who everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks&lt;br /&gt;jokes at social gatherings - after all,&lt;br /&gt;laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you&lt;br /&gt;could be the next Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109709979399719146?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109709979399719146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109709979399719146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109709979399719146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109709979399719146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-type-of-soul-do-you-have.html' title='What Type of Soul Do You Have?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za11w5clRHM/TmYyCDC045I/AAAAAAAAAF0/qCJfo9KJ23U/s220/060711a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109703332464531047</id><published>2004-10-05T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:28:44.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty good day.  Work went by fast because I stayed on calls pretty much all day.  And after I got home me and Daniel went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse.  I love that place!  Afterwards, we went shopping and I got some new clothes and a new pair of shoes.  I love shopping!!!  Now that we are finally home, it's already time to catch some sleep.  Sorry not much interesting today, more tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109703332464531047?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109703332464531047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109703332464531047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109703332464531047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109703332464531047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109694068405819071</id><published>2004-10-04T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:44:44.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a pretty good day I must say!  I got to work on time this morning (I woke up late and really didn't think I was gonna make it!)  When I got there I got a present and a card! Yay!  Thank you to Angela, Sarah, Brandy, Cathy, Cynthia, and everyone else!  I loved my candle holder and card!  My room is full of candles and picture frames, those are my favorites!  Also, thanks to Beckah, Sarah, and Wayne!  They sent me flowers and a teddy bear, oh so cute!  And, I got a dozen roses from Daniel.  They are so pretty!  Then, when I got home, my mom had made me a pound cake--my favorite!  My mom and dad gave me money (always great to have!), and my sister got me a candleholder &amp; candle (told you I love candles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for tonight.  I'm off to take Daniel to work.  More tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109694068405819071?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109694068405819071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109694068405819071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109694068405819071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109694068405819071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109686286795918605</id><published>2004-10-03T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T19:35:19.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/Aug22102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/Aug22102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)   &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109686286795918605?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109686286795918605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109686286795918605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686286795918605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686286795918605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109686270952237075</id><published>2004-10-03T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T19:37:10.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/Aug22112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/Aug22112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109686270952237075?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109686270952237075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109686270952237075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686270952237075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686270952237075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/o_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109686244806047591</id><published>2004-10-03T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:03:43.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/birthday%20hailey%203%20221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/birthday%20hailey%203%20221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures of Sarah. She didn't exactly like the one of her from work, so I was instructed to put these on my blog. The other girl in the picture is her twin, Beckah. The third picture is of Sarah's little girl, Shanna, and Daniel at Hailey's 3rd birthday party. Ain't she cute?! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109686244806047591?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109686244806047591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109686244806047591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686244806047591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109686244806047591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-are-couple-pictures-of-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109685118988464366</id><published>2004-10-03T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:53:09.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My car is fixed!</title><content type='html'>That's right guys, it's fixed! And I didn't even have to buy a new altenator! Earlier today, Daniel jacked up the car and climbed under to pull out the old altenator. He discovered the altenator belt--just barely hanging there. So, I went to Advance Auto and buy a new one ($13)--now my car is fixed! I'm so glad I didn't have to spend over $100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I really didn't do much today. I took a few hours nap. I also thought I'd clean Sarah's car for her since she let me drive it so much. I vacuumed and cleaned the entire inside; I even hand washed the outside. She told me I was crazy. Her, Wayne, and Beckah pulled up while I was washing it. Sarah was all dressed up and even had make-up on! I think she's gonna wear that outfit to work too. I'll have to remember to take my camera and get a picture of that! They came over to bring Shanna. I'm keeping her tonight while they go out with Shane. Shanna is so cute, and she's the sweetest little girl! Nothing like the devil we call Hailey! They are so cute sitting there in front of the t.v. playing together! Hailey isn't usually this calm, so I'm enjoying this. I always enjoy keeping Shanna though. And Shanna loves me to death! When I first started hanging out with Sarah, she told me that Shanna doesn't come around to people very quickly. She said it usually takes a few months of them being around. Daniel and I met Shanna for the first time and she was shy like Sarah had said she would be. But, we kept on and on trying to get her to play with us that first day. Boy was Sarah wrong after that! The 2nd time we saw Shanna, she played with us like there was no tomorrow. And she has everytime since then. She even cries to go with me sometimes when I leave. She's such a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go. I wanna go play with them. (Yes, I still enjoy playing with kid toys now and then.) Then, we'll just HAVE to stop and play at McDonald's when we take Daniel to work tonight! FUN!FUN!FUN! (And yes, I play on the playground at McDonald's! What? It's fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109685118988464366?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109685118988464366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109685118988464366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109685118988464366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109685118988464366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-car-is-fixed.html' title='My car is fixed!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109679947554986830</id><published>2004-10-03T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T05:31:15.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/December2003%20181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/December2003%20181.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109679947554986830?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109679947554986830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109679947554986830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679947554986830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679947554986830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/shes-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109679925048010621</id><published>2004-10-03T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T05:27:30.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/birthday%20hailey%203%20126.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/birthday%20hailey%203%20126.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures of my beautiful neice: Hailey Alexxis Shaw.  (Yes, her name is spelled with two x's.)                                      One is of her a while ago showing her "hulk hands" off.  This is what she typically uses to beat all of us up.  The other was taken on her 3rd birthday this past July.  She just had to have a cowgirl party; complete with horses and all.  Being the spoiled (to say the least) little girl that she is--she of course got her wish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109679925048010621?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109679925048010621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109679925048010621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679925048010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679925048010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-are-couple-pictures-of-my_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109679822048175074</id><published>2004-10-03T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T05:10:20.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/640/birthday%20hailey%203%20122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/214/1925/320/birthday%20hailey%203%20122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ever so popular-silly Sarah!  This was taken at work.  Told you she's goofy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109679822048175074?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109679822048175074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109679822048175074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679822048175074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679822048175074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-ever-so-popular-silly-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109679547495542016</id><published>2004-10-02T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T04:27:03.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring, Boring, Boring!</title><content type='html'>I went to the license place first thing early this morning to get mine renewed. That place was packed out! All the youngins there to get their learners or fist time license. I got a new picture put on mine, but of course it looks horrible! Is there anyone who actually has an "ok" license picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to go shopping for my mom to get all of the last minute things needed for my sister's wedding shower today. The shower wasn't that great, to say the least. It could have been more fun but all of her friends are airheads! I don't understand how some people are so dumb and have absolutely no common sense whatsoever! It just doesn't make sense. I got tired of hearing the rules of each game explained 6 times a piece just so they could halfway understand what was going on. Not too long into the shower I bailed out and went downstairs to join my dad, Daniel, and soon-to-be brother-in-law Chad. They were hanging out at our bar, playing xbox and shooting pool. That was much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wonderful task of helping clean up, I took a much needed nap. It feels good to catch up on some sleep! Now it's time to take Daniel to work. (more thanks to Sarah and Wayne! They are the best; I still have their car because mine has not yet gotten fixed. Thanks guys! Love y'all!) Good night to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109679547495542016?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109679547495542016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109679547495542016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679547495542016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109679547495542016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/boring-boring-boring.html' title='Boring, Boring, Boring!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109667507298979107</id><published>2004-10-01T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:57:52.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad the weekend is here!  It's payday!!!  I'm really hoping I get to catch up on my sleep this weekend in between taking Daniel to and from work, my sister's wedding shower tomorrow (and I still gotta buy a gift), getting a new liscense (mine expire Monday the 4th.  It's my birthday! yay!!), buying the part to fix my car, and actually getting Daniel and my dad to put it on.  If Daniel worked day hours it wouldn't be so hard to catch up, but since he works nights, I feel like I'm always on the go.  Anytime I get to sleep, it's like I'm getting right back up for something.  Well, off to cook supper.  Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109667507298979107?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109667507298979107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109667507298979107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109667507298979107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109667507298979107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109660393000782447</id><published>2004-09-30T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:56:13.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ELIZABETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I can't wait to find that perfect gift for you from me and Sarah! Beware! lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was an ok day at work. That's unusual! I laughed harder today than I have in a while at work--thanks to Sarah and Cathy! I always enjoy goofing off! We've been pretty busy lately so we haven't had the chance to, but today was fun. Sarah thought it would be funny to eat a cupcake on the bridge and decided to smear part of it on her face--and leave it there! She is so silly! I was laughing so hard I couldn't even breathe! I also got complimented by Becky on my scripting for her lectured call that turned into a Q&amp;amp;A at the last minute. It's always nice to get compliments! Although, I already know I'm one of the best! (just kiddin guys! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my mom today after work and visited my grandma. She is the best! As far back as I can remember, she's always been as silly as I am. She used to have all these little riddles she liked to say just because she knew they made me laugh. My favorite one: Sure as the vine runs across the ditch, you're a bald-headed son of a bitch! Or: Sure as the vine runs around the stump, you're my darling sugar lump! It's so much funnier when she says it. It's the way she says it, it gets me everytime! I can't help but to laugh. She's gotten pretty bad off the last couple of years though. We go visit her every chance we get because my mom doesn't believe she's gonna make it much longer. I tear up everytime I think about it. I refuse to believe it! She's always been so strong. She calls every few days and says, "I cooked supper. Y'all better come on over and eat!" And it &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; matters if we have already eaten! My grandmother has always seemed to believe her grandkids just do not get full. She loves to cook for us and always has enough to feed an army! I love going there for Christmas! She's always the life of the party. (Not to mention she firmly believes kids should have candy if that's what they want, so every year for Christmas all the grandkids get a huge basket of assorments of candy along with our other gifts. She also puts in fruit so it's not all bad for us!) All my memories from childhood with her are of us having fun. She used to play school with me when I was too young to go but my sisters weren't. She'd get mad at my Granddaddy for something and when he wasn't looking she'd get my attention and look at him and stick her false teeth out real far and shake her head at him as if saying, "ha!ha!ha!ha!". And even as I got to be a teenager, I always took all of my friends over to meet her! They all love her. She would always get up and dance and sing, or just act silly with us! It never mattered what mood I was in, my Grandma would make me laugh! I'm gonna miss her more than words can say when her day comes to go to Heaven. But, at least I know when that day comes she'll be in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for tonight. By the way, I wanted to thank my wonderful friend Angela! She's gonna help me in setting up my blog how I want it. (love ya girl!) She's so smart with all the computer mess! Lord knows I can't figure it out! :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109660393000782447?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109660393000782447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109660393000782447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109660393000782447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109660393000782447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530327.post-109651667629061928</id><published>2004-09-29T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:55:28.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 9/29/04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey guys! I'm finally starting a blog! Bout time, I know. I really don't have that much drama in my life, so my posts won't be as wonderful as the others. Although, I have had a bit of drama the last couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday morning, I go to pick Daniel (my boyfriend-for those of you that don't know) up from work. When we are about to leave to come home so I could get ready for work, my car won't work; just my luck! So, I have to wait on my sister (who works at the same place as Daniel) to get to work so I can take her car since mine is acting stupid. It makes me late to work--which isn't a good thing since I'm "on the radar" at work. I've been informed of that countless times! Well, it turns out that all my car needed was a new spark plug. No big deal--$2. All is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, last night everyone is downstairs working on putting tile in (it got flooded when the hurricanes came through--bedrooms, bathroom, den, playroom, bar, everything) and the doorbell rings and rings. I come upstairs to see who it is--police! That's always scary! Turns out, my stupid ass neighbors didn't like where my brother-in-law had parked his truck. (We live in a subdivision where everyone are assholes) So, the cop says it's illegal to park on the side of a road within 50 foot of a stop sign-yes, even in a subdivision. I know, stupid isn't it?! So, Chad has to move his truck about 5 foot to be "legal". I hate stupid people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, if that isn't enough, I get up this morning to go pick Daniel up from work, once again, my car wants to act stupid and not start. This time we think it's the altenator (or however you spell it). Basically, the damn thing won't run until I spend over $100 on a part and talk my dad into putting it on my car. $100 isn't that much? I beg to differ, work where I do and you'll feel rich with $100! So anyway, my wonderful friends Sarah and Wayne (love you guys!) let me drive their car today home from work and to get some business taken care of, to take Daniel to work tonight, and let me keep it to go get him in the morning when he gets off. Plus, Sarah is picking me up so I can ride to work with her in the morning. You guys are so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I guess that's it for today. Enough isn't it? Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be a calm, enjoyable day at work. Nevermind! I forgot I work at Intercall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530327-109651667629061928?l=bonnieyound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/feeds/109651667629061928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530327&amp;postID=109651667629061928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109651667629061928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530327/posts/default/109651667629061928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnieyound.blogspot.com/2004/09/wednesday-92904.html' title='Wednesday 9/29/04'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627040944084272515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
